Santana just wanted a normal life. She wanted her senior year to be just like everyone else's...except be a little better than everyone else.
Her parents always told her what her senior year would look like. She would be a cheerio, highest of high in the food chain. She would do well in her studies, and she would get a scholarship to Louisiana. Just like her brother did. Actually they had mapped out her life to be EXACTLY like her brothers.
Little did her parents know that just like her boyfriend, she would get a girlfriend too.
Santana walked home from school, Brittany usually gave her a ride-despite Santana being terrified to get in a car operated by the girl who spelt her name wrong on every test they've taken. But in all honesty, Santana always enjoyed having conversations in the car with the blonde girl, her feelings for her growing every day.
But today she didn't want to stir up anymore trouble. Today she didn't want people to follow her home and video her getting into Brittany's car. She just wanted to go home and relax, be normal.
Santana entered her house, the warm essence wrapping around her like a hug. She inhaled, the smell of cinnamon from the candle that was constantly burning in her house. Her Abuela always said that the secret to success is a nice smelling home and listening to your elders.
Santana dropped her bag by the door, beginning to go upstairs. Her mother was going the opposite way, stopping the girl in her tracks.
"Oh, Mija, estás en casa antes de lo que pensaba." The women said, taking Santana by the shoulders.
"Siempre, I come home at three, mama.I'm actually home mucho antes." Santana said, moving down the stairs. "Why are you so jumpy?"
"Just, take a seat amor," Her mother said, gesturing to the couch. Santana looked over at her mother, not moving. Her mother looked down giving her the only look that could ever give Santana chills.
"Vale, vale! I'm sitting down." Santana took a seat, crossing one leg over the other.
Her mother walked over on the other side of the couch, taking a seat next to her. She took a limp hand from Santana, her eyes soft.
"Mama, you're scaring me." Santana said, moving away from her slightly. "Is Jayden okay? Or did he spend too much money in Vegas on puta's again and we have to bail him out?"
Her mother shook her head. "Be serious, Santana."
"I don't even know what we are talking about!" She said, pulling her hands away.
"I know, Santana. Your father and I know." Her mother said in a soft tone.
Santana looked at her mother for a moment. Her eyes grew wide, tears forming in the corners. "La Hoista!"
Mrs Lopez stood up, following in the ways of her daughter, wagging her finger at her. "Santana! Do not say that in this house!"
"Sorry mama." Santana said, sitting down. "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to know this way-I can...I can pretend I'm not. For you to have a normal daughter and life-"
"Mija, it's okay." Her mother said, throwing her arms around her, embracing her in a hug. "I love you for who you are. You are my daughter no matter what."
Santana couldn't hold it back anymore. She couldn't keep a strong face like she wanted to. She let her body become numb and flop in her mother's arms, her mother holding the weight of the girl.
Santana clutched onto her mothers shirt, sobbing into her shoulder. Tears bled into the women's shirt. Santana's mom rubbed her daughters back while keeping her standing. "Does Dad know? How did you know?"
Her mother nodded. "He does. Someone sent us the video. It's okay amor. I promise."
"Does Abuela?" Santana asked, pulling away from her mother and wiping her eyes.
Her mother shook her head. "Not yet. But lets have this all blow over. She needs time. She just moved in with us, change is a little hard for her."
Santana nodded. "Te amo."
Her mother smiled, cupping her face. " I love you too."
"I saw what you said to Santana." Rachel said, storming up to Finn. The shorter girl held her stance, her face scrunched up. Her eyes squinted burning anger. While her and Santana weren't exactly friends, they had bonded ever so slightly before Santana quit. And Rachel new by having gay dads that being outed was something no one deserved.
Finn looked down. "I didn't mean it, you know I didn't."
"No, I don't." Rachel snapped. "Look around, you can't out someone. You ruined her life. And you're little girlfriend, she's friends with Santana first. So there's no way she's staying with you."
"At least I'm not something to cross off her list." Finn said in a harsh yet hushed tone. "I'm not something to give her attention."
Rachel shook her head, pressing her finger into Finn's chest. "This isn't about us. Apologize to Santana."
"If they apologize to Mike." Finn said, adjusting his backpack.
Rachel's mouth hung open for a moment. "Excuse me? Mike? Finn, you OUTED Santana."
"And they got him kicked out of his house. His father disowned him. He's been living in Motel 6, by himself." Finn leaned in, getting in Rachel's face. "Sorry to break it to you Rachel, but nobody is a good person here. I'm not the only person people should hate. You just do because I broke up with you."
Rachel took a step back. "I'm concerned for my friend."
"Your friend or for you? Because Santana took the attention away from you being a cheerio." Finn said, his voice the same tone as when he had a confrontation with Santana. "She bullied you, she bullied all of us except Brittany. You guys aren't friends."
The school bell rang it's ear piercing tone, breaking up the heated conversation and creating a wall between the ex's.
"I gotta go." Finn walked down the hall, turning his back on the girl, leaving her to stand there, thinking over what she should do next.
(Santana opens her locker. She looks at all the pictures hanging, most of them are photos of her and Brittany together. An acoustic guitar begins to play. She takes down the pictures as she sings)
This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention
(She shuts the locker, walking away and watching people pass her. Everyone watches the video of her and looks at her. You see some people mouth things at her. She locks eyes with Brittany, who waves a smiles at her)
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong, it felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
(She sat in a class room, next to Brittany. Her and Brittany do their work together, with the blonde smiling at Santana. SHe sings)
Us girls, we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist, so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent
(We see Santana in her bedroom singing the song, strumming it on guitar. She sits on her bed lost in her own world)
I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong, it felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
"That's a pretty song, Chiquita. What is the song about?" Santana's grandmother asked while standing in the door way.
Santana shakes her head. "I don't know, ask Katy Perry." The girl placed the white guitar down back in it's holder.
"Katy Perry, is she a friend of yours? Never mind, I don't want to know." Her grandmother said, waving her hand and head in the same motion. "Now, food is ready and you need to eat. You're skinny like Jesus on the cross.
Santana half heartedly laughed at the comment, despite knowing her grandmother wasn't joking. She pressed the palms of her hands against her knees before standing up, giving her time to breathe. She needed to tell her, the woman who inspired her. The woman who helped her become the person she is today. The woman who told her she could achieve anything. "Abuelita, I need to talk to you."
The woman began to turn away. "Who cares, you can talk with your mouth full."
Santana smiled. As the woman turned away, the girl ran after her, placing her hands gently on her shoulders. "No, no, come on. siéntate conmigo." She gestured over to her bed, the women looking over her shoulder to peak at the girl and the room.
The woman thought for a moment, shrugging her shoulders and letting Santana guide her back to the room. "Okay, Dio Mio."
The two sat down on the bed, Santana shifting her body to look the woman in the eyes. "Look, I have a secret to tell you. A secret that I've kept in for a long time."
Abuela looked at her, nodding her head. She proceeded to get up, wiping her hands on her pink and white apron. "Do you want Salsa? This is a salsa moment-"
Santana shook her head, spreading out her fingers to tell the woman to stay. "No, no, escúchame." Her grandmother tilted her head, slowly sitting down. "Please?"
Santana placed her hands lightly on the woman's knees, trying to reach for her hands which were too far up. "You're so special to me."
"Santana are you pregnant? Because I will beat you up with this bed frame." Abuela said sternly. Santana shook her head.
The younger girl looked down, smiling and laughing slightly at the woman. "No, no, it's not that." She looked up at her grandmother, her hero. The person who frankly, she loved the most. She was there when no one else would. And she needed her now.
The girl tried to keep herself composed before speaking. "It's just that I've looked up to you my whole life. And you've always been so strong. Done exactly what you believe, and never cared what anyone else thought of you."
The woman smiled at the compliment, giving a nod. "You tell me about your life. I know mine. " She gave her the go ahead to talk again.
Santana's eyes kept getting drawn to the floor. At this moment it's been a place of comfort. "Abuelita," Santana paused. Her mother's voice ran through her head. She told her not to say anything, not to shake her up too much. But she had to. She had to do what felt right. While her grandmother was a smart and strong woman, she needed to phrase it in a way that her grandmother could full grasp the concept of.
She finally knew how. "I love girls, the way I'm supposed to feel about boys."
Silence.
Santana continued. "It's just something that's always been inside me and I really want to share it with you because I love you so much. I want you to know me, who I really am."
Silence.
"When I'm with Brittany, I finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love. And I've tried so hard to push this feeling away, and keep it locked inside, but everyday just feels like a war. And I walk around so mad at the world, but I'm really just fighting with myself."
Silence.
Santana became soft, her heart aching for something. "I don't wanna fight anymore. I'm just too tired. I have to just be me."
Her grandmother took a deep breath. Silence became heavier and heavier, a weight on Santana. "Say something, please."
Abuela looked her in the eyes, keeping still and composed. She moved her legs slightly so Santana's hands could slide off her knees. "Everyone has secrets, Santana. They're called secrets for a reason."
Santana sat there in stunned silence, not able to move. The same feeling she felt in the hallway.
"I want you to leave this house." Her grandmother said without a single emotion. "I don't ever want to see you again."
Santana's heart dropped. She looked at her hero, stare at her in the eyes and tell her she wasn't accepted. She wasn't going to be loved anymore. Santana hoped that this whole thing was a joke, as it wouldn't be unlike the woman. But after a few seconds, it became clear: This is how she felt.
"Abuela-" Santana pleaded, only to be cut off.
"Go. Now." Her grandmother said with sternness.
Santana's argument began to overlap with hers. The tears came back like they once had, this time tears of hurt and rage. "I'm the SAME person I was a minute ago!"
"You made your choice, now I have made mine."
Santana stopped, her grandmother standing up to turn out of the room. "But why?" Santana asked, standing up with her."
Her grandmother turned around, she didn't want to look her in the eye. "It is selfish of you to make me uncomfortable. The sin isn't in the thing, its in the scandal when people talk about it aloud."
"So you're saying it would've been better if I kept this a secret?" Santana said, her voice cracking and breaking with every word.
Her grandmother stood up, walking out of the room. She left a girl, a scared little girl in the room alone, realizing that she had to fight this battle without her hero and her armor by her side.
"Hey Mike, haven't seen you in Glee Club recently." Quinn said, skipping out of the entrance of McKinley High School.
"Hi Quinn, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you talking to me?" Mike asked, passing glances at the girl as they walked down the stairs. "You stopped talking to me when Britt and I broke up."
"Yeah..." Quinn said, trying to think of an excuse to why she didn't talk to him. "I have to chose my girls first. Anyways. You should come back to the club. We need you, Mike."
Mike stopped, looking over at the blonde girl. He saw her eyes, genuine despite her tone of voice. She tilted her head slightly, her blonde ponytail swaying in the wind. Her lips parted ever so slightly, waiting his answer.
"Thanks but I can't." Mike began to head towards his car, an older yet luxurious car. Quinn took note of the car for a moment. While it was entirely possible that Mike had worked himself to buy the car, it more or less seemed like it was given to him by his parents.
The more Quinn thought about it, the more she realised she didn't know much about Mike or his home life. She only knew the surface level things such as him being an incredible dancer, him being the Cornerback of the McKinley High Titans, and him dating Brittany before Tina. He was also in a lot of her honors classes, but he was quiet and never made much of a peep. Mike has been a part of her life since freshman year, yet that's all she could say about him.
"Why not? Britt can't carry the dance breaks by herself." Quinn argued as Mike entered his car, rolling down the window.
Mike leaned over to the passenger window she stood at, looking slightly up at her. "My dad said he would disown me for good if I kept going and being a dancer. Sorry," I twisted his key in the ignition, his eyes becoming very invested in the steering wheel. "I'd rather have my parents then Glee Club."
Quinn stood there for a moment. Quinn liked to think things through, especially after the first time she didn't think, she ended up with a child. But every once in a while, Quinn did let her impulses control her. Now was one of those moments. She opened up Mike's passenger door, slipping into the car with a smile.
Mike became bug eyed. "Quinn, what are you doing?"
The real answer was that she wasn't sure. But Quinn tapped the boys han that clutched the shifter. "Just trust me."
Mike hadn't been into his parents estate in a while. Quinn on the other hand, had never been to Mike's house.
She never thought much about her friendship with the boy. He was very nice, and she couldn't find a single person to say anything bad about him; not that she had ever gone looking. Finn, Sam, and even Puck had described Mike as a golden retriever, a loyal friend that everyone wants to have. Quinn also knew she was on her way to battle with Mike for Valedictorian due to all his great grades and extracurriculars. But there was only one extra curricular that mattered to him: Glee.
Quinn and Mike entered through the oakwood archway, leading into the Chang's living room. The air was still, a single movement disrupting the flow and pattern it had once solidified. Mrs Chang sat on the large leather sofa, a tiny with tea cup in her cupped hands. She looked over, immediately standing up. "Michael?"
Her voice was a wilted lilac, once soft and beautiful being beaten down by the world. Her color had faded and her petals has gone limp. She placed the cup down, slightly rushing over to her son, Quinn taking a step out of the way to let the mother-son have the moment.
"Shoes." The woman said, staring down at the boys sneakers. "I didn't raise you in a barn. Off."
Mike jumped a little bit, motioning Quinn to follow him to the entrence room.
Quinn slipped off her baby pink ballet flats, sliding them into a compartment that Mike had done before her. "Well your mom doesn't seem too mad at you."
"My mom isn't the reason I'm living in motel 6, which is very expensive by the way." Mike let his gaze wander to the screen door, where the entire house became on display. His house was made up of oak archways, with one leading into the dinning room, off of that the kitchen, and then the last door in the back. Seemed to be the only locked door on the first floor.
"Your dad." Quinn said, trying to not to let the memories of her own father take over. "Is he home?"
"He should be. He probably isn't going to come out because I'm around." Mike said, exiting the room.
Quinn took a moment to think about what she was going to do. But the more she thought about it, the more angry she got. The more mad she became at Mike's father for not supporting him, at the Troubletones for putting him in this position, mad that any parent would do this.
She made a beeline for the office.
Mike took notice, about to go after the firecracker. "Quinn-"
Mrs Chang didn't do much. The woman prided herself on her gut feelings, and her great cooking. And she knew to let Quinn do what she needed to do. "Pretty girl. Quiet."
Mike shrugged. "When she needs to be."
Mrs Chang's attention drew back to her son. "Better than that Tina girl."
Mike groaned, as this was a usual conversation for them. A part of him however was happy that things were back to normal with his mother. "Mom-"
Mr Chang's mind was a math equation. There was no room for argument or error. There was always one answer and it was never argumentable. So when Quinn Fabray entered his work space to argue with him, he already knew his answer going into it.
"Hi, Mr Chang. May I steal a fraction of your time?"Quinn said, giving light knocks onto the door.
Mr Chang peered over his glasses, his pen still moving and doing the work he so desperately needed to get finished in his hand. "You are?"
Quinn stepped in more, closing the door lightly and taking the seat in front of his desk, that seemed to be made for clients and meetings about their interest. "Quinn Fabray. Captain of the Cheerios, Celibacy Club and member of the Glee Club."
"I didn't ask for your credentials, did I Ms Fabray?" Mr Chang said, turning back to his work, feeling as though the blonde girl in front of him was wasting his time.
"You asked the question 'you are?' Credentials are apart of who I am, and shape me. Don't you agree, Mr Chang? That credentials and experience can form a person?" Quinn asked, her hands behind her back, not breaking her stare from the man.
Mr Chang took off his glasses and put down his pen, realising this wouldn't be an easy and silly conversation that he would have with most of Mike's friends. "I would suppose so, yes."
"Experience is what builds character. Experience is a combination of the nature vs nurture phenomenon, wouldn't you agree, Mr Chang?" Quinn said, taking a seat and smoothing out the pink baby doll dress she had changed into after Cheerios practice.
Mr Chang sat back for a second,picking up his glass of scotch that made Quinn jump slightly. "I suppose so, yes." He took a moment to think, unsure where the blonde girl could possibly be going. "But character is also what you are born with. Experience brings it out more and shows true colors."
Quinn nodded. "And you can't help the characteristics your born with. Sometimes you are drawn to things and different aspects of life."
Mr Chang kneaded his eyebrows. "Elaborate."
"I have a friend. It was recently announced that she was gay. When I talked to her, she said she was always like this. She was born liking girls and she couldn't help her feelings. And no matter how many times she forced herself to like men, she couldn't. It wasn't in her nature. In her experience, she has learned that she will never like men. And despite the circumstances, I'm happy for her. She's openly herself and not going to be someone she's not can force her to be someone she's not either." Quinn said, a somber smile creeping across her face.
"What is the point of telling me this, Ms Fabray?" Mr Chang asked. He would never discriminate against anyone for their sexual orientation, because frankly it wasn't his business who they were going home to.
"You can't force Mike to be a doctor, or to kick him out because he isn't following the life path that you expect him to." Quinn said, leaning forward slightly. "He has his experience. His interval being and external being is telling him to be a dancer. But no matter what, he's your son. And you should support him." Quinn got up, spinning on her toes back over to the door. SHe grabbed the handle, before laying down one last piece of information. "Debate Team."
Mr Chang looked up from his work in a trance, thinking about everything she said. "Excuse me?"
"I'm also on debate team."
"You wanted to see me, Coach Sylvester?" Santana asked, walking into the coach's office with hesitation. Santana was never scared of Sue, instead fearing the worst which was losing the perks that Cheerios had handed to her on a silver platter.
Sue looked over from her tv across from her, the once harsh and stone cold eyes becoming soft to the girl. "Take a seat."
Santana walked in, looking at the direction of the tv. Her heart dropped. Her body became in trapped in a fear driven frost. "No.." She said as she let out a light puff of air.
"Santana-"
Tears flooded Santana's eyes, her hand cupping her mouth, unable to control the storm of emotions that flooded around her. "Please, don't tell me everyone knows. Not like this. Britt-"
"I talked to Brittany. She didn't know that the situation happened, and frankly isn't affected by it. She called herself a two horned unicorn." Sue said, trying to recount the conversation she had with Brittany moments before Santana walked in. "But this is about you. And the negative feedback that this brings to you."
Santana slowly blinks,unable to control the tears and hurt within her. "You're kicking me off the Cheerios?"
Sue stands up, walking over and placing a warm arm around the girl. "Not at all. I'm just worried about you, Kiddo." Sue was never great at being a comforting presence to her cheerleaders, and she did admittedly push them to the brink of danger, but this was different. This wasn't just stakes for some silly cheerleading competition or taking down the glee club, it was a girl's real life. This would follow her and she couldn't just put on a fake smile and cheer through it.
Santana's sobs became harder and louder, her chest aching from the world crushing her bit by bit.
"If you need to take a step away from Cheerios and let everything boil down, that's okay. You will always have a spot here when you come back." Sue handed her a box of tissues that has gone mute for Santana.
The girl nodded taking a breathe and letting everything settle down. Throughout high school, she was defined by Cheerios. her name was attached to the red uniform, the WMHS on her chest that she would flaunt. But now she needed to step away from that. She needed to tear away the uniform and let it sit. She already made a name in it. Now she had to discover who she was out of it.
Santana broke away from the arm, everything in her settling down. "I'm going to take a break. But I need that uniform here when I get back."
Sue nodded. "Whatever you need,Kiddo."
"So what's it like being back in your own room?" Tina asked, the girl bouncing on her feet against the lockers. A big grin spread across her face as she had heard that her boyfriend, Mike, was back. Not only at his own house, but in the glee club. Things were definitely looking up for the club. They were back on the rise.
Mike moved through his locker. "It's amazing. You know, my dad even told me that while he's not happy I want to dance, he's not going to stop me?"
Tina gasped. "Seriously? That's unheard of for asian parents!"
Mike nodded. "It's crazy. I can't believe it-"
Tina pulsed out her arms, ready to wrap them around her boyfriend and celebrate the momentous occasion that had happened, yet her didn't notice. He turned away from her making his way to Quinn Fabray, hugging her instead.
"Thank you so much, Quinn. I don't know what you did or how you did it, but thank you." He said, lifting her up slightly out of excitement.
Quinn laughed once she reached the ground, the two breaking out of the hug. "Well there's nothing a little logic and reasoning can't do." The blonde girl's smile breaking out showing a shine and brightness only she had.
"Well thank you. And to thank you even further, my parents want you to come over to dinner tonight." He said, shifting a little as though he was asking the girl on a date.
Quinn looked at the red Cheerio's calender that swing in her locker. "I can make it after Cheerios."
"Around 5?" Mike asked, peering at the calender himself.
Quinn nodded. "5 it is."
The two kept on talking about Quinn's triumph and win against Mr Chang, a man notoriously stuck in his ways. They laughed and discussed dinner, and even Cheerios as well as football.
All while Tina watched on, feeling as though she might be loosing another boyfriend to a blonde cheerleader.
Santana never thought she would find solitude in the choir room. She also never thought she would find solitude within music itself. She sat at the piano, hitting keys on the piano one at a time. it was a song that she had once learned, but the melody played mute in her head.
She remembers that day. The air conditioning pressing against her skin, the golden glow of the sun peaking through the curtains of the living room.
Brittany's parents were away and so she invited Santana over to hang out. Neither one of them had known how to play piano, so they tried to figure it out on the keys. Santana remembers thinking Brittany was a lot more musically talented then she let on, getting most of the notes correct compared to Santana. She remembers looking over at Brittany, beaming at the fact she was the one next to her. The one who Brittany trusted.
Santana remembers Brittany's lip gloss, the pink shimmer glowing against the sun. At the time, Santana thought she was just hurt and confused. She had broken up with Puck the week before. While she wasn't necessarily sad, she was told that she had to be though and that people spiral after break ups. Santana leaned over to Brittany, letting her lips interlock and become one. That's when it truly hit her: WHat she was feeling for Brittany wasn't an act of impulse. It was love.
"Santana, you good?" A voice said, breaking Santana out of the memory.
Santana shook her head, keeping her eyes on the piano keys. "Yeah, just can't figure out this stupid song."
Mercedes smiled sadly, walking over and sitting on the bench next to the girl. "Need help?"
Santana blinked. "Yeah I guess."
Harmony walked over to the piano, folding her arms on the top of it. "Well that's what we're here for."
Santana looked up at Harmony, her eyes burning with rage. "Oh no, I'm not letting you help me with anything since you decided it was okay to let your beluga whale of a boyfriend say all that stuff to me and ruin my life."
Harmony stood up straight. "It's not okay. I let him know that it wasn't. I told him if he doesn't apologize then what we have can't continue on." She walked around to Santana placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm here for you first."
Santana bit her cheek, unsure of what to say. Mercedes looked at the sheet music before them, playing the notes. "Wanna sing while I play?"
Santana looked at the girls, and then at the sheet music. "I think it would sound better as a trio."
(The girls smile as mercedes plays piano, plucking out the notes. Mercedes sings)
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
(Harmony sits on the edge of the bench singing, taking over for Mercedes)
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around
(Santana smiles at them, the girls singing together)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You are perfect to me
(Santana begins to sing and get more comfortable. We flash to Santana walking past the football field, watching Brittany and Rachel have fun. We then get a glimpse of Quinn at dinner with Mike and his family, laughing and having fun. We switch toTina who is in her room, looking at herself in the mirror, looking disatisifed)
Yeah, oh, oh pretty, pretty please
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're are perfect to me, yeah
You're perfect, you're perfect
(Santana continues to sing with Mercedes and Harmony doing the background vocals. We see Tina get a text from an unknown number. She smiles, and sits on the bed, staring to type. We go back to Santana, except this time she's at a sleepover with Mercedes, Sugar and Harmony, having a good time).
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me
GUEST STARRING
Gloria Estfan as Mrs Lopez
Ivonne Coll Mendoza as Abuela Lopez
Tamlyn Tomita as Mrs Chang
Keong Sim as Mr Chang
SONGS:
I Kissed A Girl (Originally by Katy Perry): Performed by Santana Lopez
Perfect (Originally by P!NK): Performed by Santana Lopez, Mercedes Jones and Harmony