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Post by Santana Maria Lopez [Away] on Jan 28, 2012 1:11:19 GMT
Dalton Academy. Not a place Santana expected to find herself at all. Sure, their glee club were her club's rivals in Sectionals and all, but she didn't have a reason to be here. At least, if things went to plan in her head. Santana had basically taken control of the Glee club, within reason. Mr Schue was still very much in charge, but she was kind of like the leader now. Rachel had grown to soft and to be honest? Santana was twice the leader Rachel could ever hope to be.
Santana had asked Kurt to go here. She figured that seeing as how this was an all boys school, pretty much everyone here was going to be gay. She figured Kurt would blend right in and could easily blend in. Kurt was not happy when she'd told him this and downright refused. Well shit. Her ideas were fucked now, weren't they? She tried to convince him, trying to make him see things her way, but he blanked her. Eh, what the hell did she care? Kurt had been spending far too much time with some kid called Blaine, who was apparently well known. After seeing him around? Yeah, Santana knew him. She wasn't that good with names is all. She'd pretty much decided that they were fucking, or something like that. When she'd told this to the others? They looked at her as if she was mad, telling her that clearly wasn't the case. As if she cared.
Walking through the corridors, Santana tries to talk to a few people, most of them looking at her in disgust upon hearing her question on whether or not this was a gay school, the others laughing, and saying that it was just a school for guys, though there were guys here that were gay. So, giving up on that line of questioning for now, Santana asks were the glee club practices, posing herself off as being a journalist for her school's paper and she was doing an interview on the competitors, and was led to a room, that looked like some kind of common room. It really wasn't what Santana had expected. She expected a much more fancier furnished version of their choir room.
She notices that she was the only one in the room, and the Warblers hadn't arrived yet, but they were due to soon. Sighing a little Santana sits down on one of the couches, dropping her bag on the floor, resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees. A few minutes passed, Santana looks at her watch and sighs. How long were these guys even going to take? What the hell were they doing? Making out with each other? She didn't even know. All she knew was they were wasting her time, and she was getting so impatient with them. Pushing herself up onto the couch, Santana decides to pull a Berry, and use this time to practice, jumping between the furniture as she sang.
"Check it out/ Goin' out/ On the late night/ Lookin' tight/ Feelin' nice/ It's a cock fight/ I can tell/ I just know/ That it's goin' down tonight/ At the door/W e don't wait/ 'Cause we know them/ At the bar/ Six shots/ Just beginnin'/ That's when dickhead put his hands on me/ But you see/ I'm not here for your entertainment/ You don't really want to mess with me tonight/ Just stop and take a second/ I was fine before you walked into my life/ 'Cause you know it's over/ Before it began/ Keep your drink/ Just give me the money/ It's just you and your hand tonight/ Midnight/ I'm drunk/ I don't give a fuck/ Wanna dance/ By myself,/ Guess you're outta luck/ Don't touch/ Back up/ I'm not the one/ Uh buh-bye!/ Listen up/ It's just not happenin'/ You can say what you want/ Yo your boyfriends/ Just let me have my fun tonight/ A'ight/ I'm not here for your entertainment/ You don't really want to mess with me tonight/ Just stop and take a second/ I was fine before you walked into my life/ 'Cause you know it's over/ Before it began/ Keep your drink/ Just give me the money/ It's just you and your hand tonight. / You're in the corner with your boys/ You bet 'em five bucks/ You'd get the girl that just walked in/ But she thinks you suck/ We didn't get all dressed up/ Just for you to see/ So quit spillin' your drinks on me, yeah/ You know who you are/ High-fivin', talkin' shit/ But you're going home alone, aren't ya?/ I'm not here for your entertainment/ You don't really want to mess with me tonight/ Just stop and take a second/ I was fine before you walked into my life/ 'Cause you know it's over/ Before it began/ Keep your drink/ Just give me the money/ It's just you and your hand tonight."
Taking a few deep breaths, and a little exhausted from moving around so much, Santana collapses back on the couch she was sitting on from before, taking a few deep breathes. After a while, Santana leans forward, reaching into her bag, taking out a bottle of water, taking a large sip, before dropping it back into her bag after screwing the lid back on. She was so glad now she had more solos. Out of the girls at least? Santana was by far the best singer in that damn club, she thought. Sure, the others weren't shit; they were actually pretty good themselves, but none were as passionate as she was. Turning around, Santana frowns noticing someone standing at the door, in the Dalton uniform "What?"[/b]
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TAGS:[/b] SEBASTIAN
NOTES:[/b] This has been on repeat for ages. I've not done that with the new Glee songs since Perfect. I love them <3. Anyways, hope the reply is okay~
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