Back Log: Don't Punch Me In The Face Because You Know I'm Better
Who: Rachel & Santana
When: Friday, 3rd February
Where: WMHS Hallway
What: Dust Yourself Off And Try Again
Taking a deep breath and clutching her books to her chest, Rachel eyed Santana rifling through her locker and debated the best way to approach this conversation. She’d been voted, and had half-heartedly agreed to be the one to share the bad news with Santana. It was only fair, she was the glee club captain and with great power came great responsibility. Squaring her shoulders, she stood as tall as she could manage, tapped her heels together and strode across the hallway in Santana’s direction. A tall jock bumped into her on her way, causing Rachel to stumble and almost fall, but she quickly recovered and pushed her hair back off her face in time to be met with Santana’s scowling face. “Santana!” Rachel squeaked out in surprise. “Just the Cheerio I was hoping to engage in conversation with. I have something of great importance to discuss with you.” Rachel glanced up and down the hallway and took a small step back. “Regarding your audition,” she said softly, trying not to let her facial features betray her fear.
Santana looked around quickly and narrowed her eyes. “Shut up, RuPaul. I don’t want the whole fucking school knowing about that.” A Cheerio, Karen, walked by arching an eyebrow at the pair and Santana bared her teeth, letting the girl go to move it along or suffer the consequences. “Why are you even talking to me? I’m pretty sure that’s against the law,” she said, turning back to her locker to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss. “Or at least it should be.”
Rachel narrowed her eyes, a little offended by Santana. “Would you have appreciated my choice of locale if it had been the Cheerio’s locker room?” She bristled. Rachel’s eyes widened when she was sure she’d just heard Santana growl at her. Jumping back, her shoulder hit the bank of lockers and a shooting pain traveled through her arm. Rachel made a decision to break the news to Santana quickly, hoping the confrontation could be likened to ripping off a band-aid. At least she held onto the hope that she could walk away relatively unscathed. “We require you to re-audition,” she blurted out.
Letting out a laugh, Santana rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right...” she scoffed until her eyes drifted over to the shorter girl’s face and saw she wore a serious expression. “You’re kidding me, right? I’ve seen the losers in that club.” She paused and let her eyes take in Rachel’s hideous, eyesore of an outfit and then back to the expressive dark eyes before and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I need to re-audition?”
So maybe Santana’s words were laced with a touch of malice, but a civil conversation about her audition piece was something Rachel could handle. She hummed a little and tilted her head slightly in thought, wondering which criticism to throw at Santana first. “Your dancing skills are well-developed and you have more rhythm than a few of our members,” she began. It was always a good idea to begin with the positives. “But let’s be honest, the song choice was not... I felt - I mean, we felt it wasn’t an accurate representation of your vocal abilities.” Rachel gave a curt nod. She had more to say, but they should tackle one critique at a time, and Rachel had a list of them.
“You keep saying we, but you’re the only person standing in my face telling me this bullshit.” She made a face and waved her hands to indicate that no one was standing behind Rachel. “You wouldn’t know talent if it punched you in that beak on your smug little face. I don’t need to re-audition. My performance was far superior to anyone else’s.”
Rachel followed the waving of Santana’s hand, leaning back slightly as it ventured a little too close for her comfort. “Need I remind you, that I am Glee Captain and if you want to be in Glee, you’re going to need to audition again. You have only proven that you can sing a limited scale and that just won’t suffice. Your performance was uninspiring and it was an easy song.” Rachel moved her books and held them against her side as her left hand found her hip. “Frankly, your audition was a cop-out.”
Any other time, Santana wouldn’t have hesitated to smack this bitch across the mouth, but Figgins was standing just at the end of the hall and there was no way she could get away with it without getting caught. Sue would kill her if she got suspended and couldn’t compete in two weeks. “Listen up, Troll. I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I won’t hesitate to find you after school and show you how we gets down in Lima Heights,” she threatened, leaning in close enough so that only Rachel could hear her.
Rachel stood frozen in place. Santana Lopez was hair’s breadth from touching her and she feared if she made any sudden movements, like a lion stalking it’s prey, Santana would pounce and she couldn’t afford to be maimed - not this early into her high school career. Swallowing audibly, Rachel contemplated her reply. “Although I wasn’t aware Lima had a Lima Heights, the simple fact that you live there is reason enough for me to google map it as soon as we finish this conversation so I can be sure to avoid it at all costs.” Rachel took a deep breath and quickly rushed on. “Furthermore, I feel that it would be beneficial for you to take all that indignation and anger and channel it into your next audition.”
Ducking her head, Rachel brought her books back up to her chest and slipped her fingers inside her English text book and slipped out a folded piece of paper. She held it out to Santana, who was thankfully, not standing as close as she had been before. “For your convenience and consideration, which I highly recommend taking my advice, I have compiled a list of songs I feel could possibly suit your voice and possible vocal range.” Rachel let her eyes shift from staring down the hallway to looking to her side at Santana.
Mouth slightly open, Santana looked down at the paper then back at Rachel with an incredulous expression. Was this bitch serious right now? “And if I don’t audition?” She challenged because she was about done with this dwarf and her stank ass attitude. Santana was doing them a favor and not the fucking other way around. She was really about five seconds from telling this chick where she could take that dumbass club, but she just kept thinking about Brittany’s disappointed face. Santana hated it.
Rachel lifted her chin slightly and tightened her grip on her books again. She shifted her gaze and stared at Santana head on. “I think you already know the answer to that.” She could practically see the steam spewing from Santana’s ears, so she hurried on, hoping to assuage the older girl’s fears. “I understand that it must be a daunting prospect, having to audition in front of someone as talented as I for a second time - especially with the issues you’re having with pitch, but I really think that perhaps with some vocal training, which I am quite happy to provide, you could deliver an acceptable performance.”
Before she could stop herself, Rachel had stepped into Santana’s personal space. Her hand gently found Santana’s forearm and she tapped it in an effort to console the girl. “It’s perfectly okay to be scared and seek out assistance.” She hoped the smile on her face was one of comfort and not fear, because Rachel had just realised she’d just touched Santana Lopez without an invitation. “To be the best, you have to learn from the best.”
Santana’s gaze flickered down to where Rachel’s hand was touching her. Oh no, this bitch just did not. She glared until the offending appendage dropped and her eyes flashed. Someone needed to knock Manhands down a peg or two and if she thought Santana had pitch problems and that she could help, then she had another thing coming. “No one is afraid and especially not of you.” Now she couldn’t wait to show Rachel up. Shaking her head, she folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. “When is this re-audition?”
When: Friday, 3rd February
Where: WMHS Hallway
What: Dust Yourself Off And Try Again
Taking a deep breath and clutching her books to her chest, Rachel eyed Santana rifling through her locker and debated the best way to approach this conversation. She’d been voted, and had half-heartedly agreed to be the one to share the bad news with Santana. It was only fair, she was the glee club captain and with great power came great responsibility. Squaring her shoulders, she stood as tall as she could manage, tapped her heels together and strode across the hallway in Santana’s direction. A tall jock bumped into her on her way, causing Rachel to stumble and almost fall, but she quickly recovered and pushed her hair back off her face in time to be met with Santana’s scowling face. “Santana!” Rachel squeaked out in surprise. “Just the Cheerio I was hoping to engage in conversation with. I have something of great importance to discuss with you.” Rachel glanced up and down the hallway and took a small step back. “Regarding your audition,” she said softly, trying not to let her facial features betray her fear.
Santana looked around quickly and narrowed her eyes. “Shut up, RuPaul. I don’t want the whole fucking school knowing about that.” A Cheerio, Karen, walked by arching an eyebrow at the pair and Santana bared her teeth, letting the girl go to move it along or suffer the consequences. “Why are you even talking to me? I’m pretty sure that’s against the law,” she said, turning back to her locker to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss. “Or at least it should be.”
Rachel narrowed her eyes, a little offended by Santana. “Would you have appreciated my choice of locale if it had been the Cheerio’s locker room?” She bristled. Rachel’s eyes widened when she was sure she’d just heard Santana growl at her. Jumping back, her shoulder hit the bank of lockers and a shooting pain traveled through her arm. Rachel made a decision to break the news to Santana quickly, hoping the confrontation could be likened to ripping off a band-aid. At least she held onto the hope that she could walk away relatively unscathed. “We require you to re-audition,” she blurted out.
Letting out a laugh, Santana rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right...” she scoffed until her eyes drifted over to the shorter girl’s face and saw she wore a serious expression. “You’re kidding me, right? I’ve seen the losers in that club.” She paused and let her eyes take in Rachel’s hideous, eyesore of an outfit and then back to the expressive dark eyes before and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I need to re-audition?”
So maybe Santana’s words were laced with a touch of malice, but a civil conversation about her audition piece was something Rachel could handle. She hummed a little and tilted her head slightly in thought, wondering which criticism to throw at Santana first. “Your dancing skills are well-developed and you have more rhythm than a few of our members,” she began. It was always a good idea to begin with the positives. “But let’s be honest, the song choice was not... I felt - I mean, we felt it wasn’t an accurate representation of your vocal abilities.” Rachel gave a curt nod. She had more to say, but they should tackle one critique at a time, and Rachel had a list of them.
“You keep saying we, but you’re the only person standing in my face telling me this bullshit.” She made a face and waved her hands to indicate that no one was standing behind Rachel. “You wouldn’t know talent if it punched you in that beak on your smug little face. I don’t need to re-audition. My performance was far superior to anyone else’s.”
Rachel followed the waving of Santana’s hand, leaning back slightly as it ventured a little too close for her comfort. “Need I remind you, that I am Glee Captain and if you want to be in Glee, you’re going to need to audition again. You have only proven that you can sing a limited scale and that just won’t suffice. Your performance was uninspiring and it was an easy song.” Rachel moved her books and held them against her side as her left hand found her hip. “Frankly, your audition was a cop-out.”
Any other time, Santana wouldn’t have hesitated to smack this bitch across the mouth, but Figgins was standing just at the end of the hall and there was no way she could get away with it without getting caught. Sue would kill her if she got suspended and couldn’t compete in two weeks. “Listen up, Troll. I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I won’t hesitate to find you after school and show you how we gets down in Lima Heights,” she threatened, leaning in close enough so that only Rachel could hear her.
Rachel stood frozen in place. Santana Lopez was hair’s breadth from touching her and she feared if she made any sudden movements, like a lion stalking it’s prey, Santana would pounce and she couldn’t afford to be maimed - not this early into her high school career. Swallowing audibly, Rachel contemplated her reply. “Although I wasn’t aware Lima had a Lima Heights, the simple fact that you live there is reason enough for me to google map it as soon as we finish this conversation so I can be sure to avoid it at all costs.” Rachel took a deep breath and quickly rushed on. “Furthermore, I feel that it would be beneficial for you to take all that indignation and anger and channel it into your next audition.”
Ducking her head, Rachel brought her books back up to her chest and slipped her fingers inside her English text book and slipped out a folded piece of paper. She held it out to Santana, who was thankfully, not standing as close as she had been before. “For your convenience and consideration, which I highly recommend taking my advice, I have compiled a list of songs I feel could possibly suit your voice and possible vocal range.” Rachel let her eyes shift from staring down the hallway to looking to her side at Santana.
Mouth slightly open, Santana looked down at the paper then back at Rachel with an incredulous expression. Was this bitch serious right now? “And if I don’t audition?” She challenged because she was about done with this dwarf and her stank ass attitude. Santana was doing them a favor and not the fucking other way around. She was really about five seconds from telling this chick where she could take that dumbass club, but she just kept thinking about Brittany’s disappointed face. Santana hated it.
Rachel lifted her chin slightly and tightened her grip on her books again. She shifted her gaze and stared at Santana head on. “I think you already know the answer to that.” She could practically see the steam spewing from Santana’s ears, so she hurried on, hoping to assuage the older girl’s fears. “I understand that it must be a daunting prospect, having to audition in front of someone as talented as I for a second time - especially with the issues you’re having with pitch, but I really think that perhaps with some vocal training, which I am quite happy to provide, you could deliver an acceptable performance.”
Before she could stop herself, Rachel had stepped into Santana’s personal space. Her hand gently found Santana’s forearm and she tapped it in an effort to console the girl. “It’s perfectly okay to be scared and seek out assistance.” She hoped the smile on her face was one of comfort and not fear, because Rachel had just realised she’d just touched Santana Lopez without an invitation. “To be the best, you have to learn from the best.”
Santana’s gaze flickered down to where Rachel’s hand was touching her. Oh no, this bitch just did not. She glared until the offending appendage dropped and her eyes flashed. Someone needed to knock Manhands down a peg or two and if she thought Santana had pitch problems and that she could help, then she had another thing coming. “No one is afraid and especially not of you.” Now she couldn’t wait to show Rachel up. Shaking her head, she folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. “When is this re-audition?”