[So okay, Santana woke up feeling not exactly like herself.

Ugh. FeelingsShe can't really name it, and she can't really name why, but she just...really wants to talk to people ( Read more... )

[Guess who looks REALLY unhappy about the collar around her neck?

...Probably a lot of people, actually, but in this instance, it's Santana.]

Okay. What the hell is going on now?! I am not a pet cat; get the freakin' collar off me.

[As she turns off the video, you can hear her making a lot of threatening sounding words in Spanish. Aww.]

[She woke up and half of her room was empty.

Brittany was gone. Brittany is gone, and thanks to the stupid event, Santana's not even sure when it happened.

This would be why she is curled up on her bed, back to the stupid traitorous camera, sobbing.]

[So the camera's turning on and catching the oh so beautiful view of Santana's room, casually trashed. Not up to tornado levels of damage, but things are definitely turned inside out a little bit ( Read more... )

[Santana, who is STAYING ON THE REAL SIDE, thank you very much, has managed to miss seeing her pathetic mirror. This is kind of impressive, because as can be seen on the network every so often is the two of them juuuuust missing the other before turning a corner or leaving a room ( Read more... )

[No, this isn't posted ridiculously soon after the event ends. What ever do you mean?][So once things went back to normal, Santana was relieved for all of two minutes. Then, since her room was back to normal, it meant she could see where she had kicked Tim's stupid jacket not-fully-under her bed ( Read more... )

[Santana's room looks weird. It's filled with childish toys that she grew out of when she was like, seven, and there are bars on the window. The other half of the room is affected by whatever Brittany has to deal with, because the narration is not about to godmod that.

As for Santana herself, she's sitting on her suddenly-pink-and-fluffy bed ( ( Read more... )

[Santana's clearly just gotten out of the shower, as her hair is wet and she's wrapped in a large towel. She's going back and forth from the closet--shuffling through clothing and tossing shoes over her shoulder--and over to a mirror to do a whole skin care routine. Kurt should be proud.

Oh yeah, and she's also singing this. Guess someone watched ( Read more... )

[Santana's swimming her way down a hall. She usually hates the events, or pretends they never even happen, but she clearly doesn't seem to mind this one.

She's a mermaid right now, for one thing. That's way better than being a fish or a whale or whatever the hell else other people are, because she's still her super hot self. (In a bikini top! ( Read more... )

[To be fair, she doesn't exactly look worried. More curious.]

Can you get like, prescribed birth control from the closets?