Santana's Thoughts: My reputation as a head Cheerio means the world to me. I'm basically taking Quinn's job as the popular girl and adding sparkle to it. Hell, I'm actually doing 3 times better than she did. I didn't get knocked up por a football jock--even though I slept with Finn and Puck. However, since my secret about me being in amor with Brittany spilled, no one even sees me as a leader. They see me as a clingy, bitchy girlfriend of our siguiente class president. Don't get me wrong, I do still amor Brittany. I just can't tolerate the bogus comentarios from other people about that particular subject. At least I understand how Rachel feels when Quinn and I used to talk about her Mexican-looking mustache, her square butt, and her manish hands and legs.
(Just then, one of her pens fell to the ground, and she bent down to pick it up. Her Cheerios falda was awfully short, and boys walking past could see the briefs underneath. A group of football jocks walked over and leaned against the lockers.)
Jock #1: tu trying to seduce us, Sugar Lips?
Santana: What?
Jock #2: tu know you're not gonna get us that easily. I mean, tu have your woman, don't you?
Santana (turning her body towards the jocks): Listen, Muppet Head. I'm not trying to seduce anyone. tu had better turn your hairy monkey face around before I do it for you.
Jock #3 (imitating a scared person): Ooh, I'm so scared. Screw that.
Jock #4: Guess she didn't see the new glee club lista in the boys' and girls' bathrooms.
Santana: W...what?
Jock #4: tu heard me.
(Santana ran to the girls' bathroom and looked at the piece of paper hanging on the muro por the mirror. The lista was entitled 'Least popular glee Girls', and Santana's name was clearly seen at the bottom, siguiente to fellow Troubletones member, Sugar Motta.)
Santana (almost crying): Who did this?
Girl: tu did.
(A misceláneo girl was in one of the stalls, and she overheard Santana.)
Girl: tu let the secret spill, Santana. Now, you're the least popular girl in the glee club.
Santana: I'm not even in New Directions anymore.
Girl: Doesn't matter. The Troubletones still counts as a glee club, in case tu haven't forgot.
(The girl walked to class, leaving Santana heartbroken and depressed. She leaned against the wall, sobbing and wiping carelessly-falling tears off her face.)
Santana's Thoughts: Finn did this. I know he did. Either Finn, Kurt, o someone who's Finn's friend did this. It could've possibly been that Irish leperchaun of Brittany's. Someone's gonna pay for this.
(Santana gathered up all of the Troubletones and the Cheerios, and they all got eggs, tomatoes, and slushies from the cafeteria. They tied Kurt and Rory to the contenedor de basura, basurero outside and threw all of the comida at them.)
Kurt: What you're doing is highly insane, Santana.
Rory: Yes, tell us what's on your mind there...with no harm.
Santana (to Rory): I'm gonna shove a ruler up your ass. Either tu shut your pie hole, o I'll roll your massive head down the road back to Ireland.
Rory: But you--
Santana: And Kurt, I know tu had something to do with it so tu can make fun of me after all the times I made fun of you. tu know you're ruining Brittany's chances in winning, right?
Kurt: Santana, tu have to listen--
(The Cheerios and the Troubletones continued throwing comida at Rory and Kurt, laughing playfully. Finn was watching them from behind some bushes that separated the school from the parking lot. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.)
Finn: Oh, my gosh. I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Rachel (whispering aloud, looking at Finn): Me neither.
(Finn whirled around, but didn't see anyone behind him. Then he looked ahead, confused.)
Finn: I bet $15 that no one else has a terrible stalker like I do.
Well, there ya go. What do tu think?
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Here's the link for the 'Glee Story Special'!!!
Here's the link for Chapter Twelve!!!
