Knight in Prada Armor
Title: Knight in Prada Armor
Fandom: Glee
Summary: Santana's not quite sure how she became Rachel's bodyguard, but she'll roll with it.
Rating: R (because of language)
Ships: Pez/Berry friendship
Why is this Monstrosity on LJ?: Because I have to go to work on a Saturday, so everyone has to suffer.
Santana was ignoring a Diva Moment. These happened enough that, really, everyone should've been able to smile, nod, and move on. It was Santana's theory about many of life's annoyances.
Unfortunately, Mr. Schuester didn't share that philosophical standpoint, and picked today to go ballistic on Rachel. "Enough! I'm tired of this-the solos are not up for discussion!"
Rachel, predictably, stormed out, pausing only to grab some music from one of the shelves.
Santana stood up, grabbing her bag.
"What are you doing, Santana?" Mr. Schue asked.
"I'm going after her."
"Why?" Puck asked.
"Yeah, I say good riddance," Mercedes said.
"Today," Mr. Schue said, "I'm inclined to agree. The spoiled brat thing is getting old."
"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Santana said. It was only when she felt the entire glee club's eyes on her that she realized she'd said it out loud.
"Something you need to say?" Mr. Schue asked, crossing his arms.
Oh hells no… he was not challenging her. He was! Well, teacher or not, she was Santana fucking Lopez, and she did NOT back down from a challenge. "Come on, Mr. Schue," she said, going full-on HBIC. "I expect the Rachel-bashing from them, but not you. Especially since her attitude is almost entirely your fault."
"MY fault?"
"Yes, your fault! You remember how our glee competitions started? It was because you wouldn't let Sparkles McGays-a-lot even try out for Defying Gravity until his dad was ready to take a flamethrower to this place. You've handed solo after solo after solo to Rachel, without a second thought, because you were worried about losing the club. Fine, whatever. But don't expect her to not be her normal, attention-seeking self after you've made it the norm." With that, Santana strode out of the room, pausing only to hold the door open for Brittany, who she knew would be following. Brittany may be dating Artie, but she always had Santana's back. Smiling at the blonde, she led the way to the auditorium.
Piano was, ironically enough, not Rachel's forte. Cello? Prodigious skills. Violin? Acceptable. Guitar? Enough knowledge to fake her way through a show. But the piano…. Still, she could at least manage to figure out part of the chords to her song for the week.
Share my life, take me for what I am
'Cause I'll never change all my colors for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
I can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide
Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you, you, you, you, you
You see through, right to the heart of me
You break down my walls with the strength of your love
I never knew love like I've known it with you
[From: . ]
Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
I can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide
Your love I'll remember forever
Oh, don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me, no
Don't walk away from me
Don't you dare walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you, you
If I don't have you, oh you
Rachel whipped around when she heard clapping. "Oh, hi Santana. Look, if you're here to tell me-"
"That you were out of line? Sure, a little. You gotta learn how to be happy for people, dwarf. Still, it's fine. They should expect tantrums by now," she added with a smirk. "You practicing?"
"Yeah. I figured I should be ready, on the off chance Mr. Schue kicks me out of glee club."
"Oh, he's not kicking you out of anywhere. Not after the verbal spanking I gave him…."
"What?"
"Santana yelled at Mr. Schue for you," Brittany said.
"Why?"
"Because I, for some reason, stepped into the role of you protector. So I figured I'd continue."
"So you're like… my knight in Prada armor?" Rachel asked.
"Exactly. Knightess. Lady knight? What's the girl version of knight?"
"Day," Brittany said matter-of-factly.
The other two laughed. Rachel stood up from the piano. "So what song are you singing?"
"Don't know. Ideas?"
"Queen of the Night."
"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you just called me a hooker…."
It took Rachel a few seconds, and then she rolled her eyes. "Just look at the lyrics."
Santana smiled and took the book from Rachel. "Yep…definitely called me a hooker," she muttered.
"Fine, then do I Learned from You. Page 8."
The three of them stayed in the auditorium until the bell signaled the end of their day.
Fandom: Glee
Summary: Santana's not quite sure how she became Rachel's bodyguard, but she'll roll with it.
Rating: R (because of language)
Ships: Pez/Berry friendship
Why is this Monstrosity on LJ?: Because I have to go to work on a Saturday, so everyone has to suffer.
Santana was ignoring a Diva Moment. These happened enough that, really, everyone should've been able to smile, nod, and move on. It was Santana's theory about many of life's annoyances.
Unfortunately, Mr. Schuester didn't share that philosophical standpoint, and picked today to go ballistic on Rachel. "Enough! I'm tired of this-the solos are not up for discussion!"
Rachel, predictably, stormed out, pausing only to grab some music from one of the shelves.
Santana stood up, grabbing her bag.
"What are you doing, Santana?" Mr. Schue asked.
"I'm going after her."
"Why?" Puck asked.
"Yeah, I say good riddance," Mercedes said.
"Today," Mr. Schue said, "I'm inclined to agree. The spoiled brat thing is getting old."
"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Santana said. It was only when she felt the entire glee club's eyes on her that she realized she'd said it out loud.
"Something you need to say?" Mr. Schue asked, crossing his arms.
Oh hells no… he was not challenging her. He was! Well, teacher or not, she was Santana fucking Lopez, and she did NOT back down from a challenge. "Come on, Mr. Schue," she said, going full-on HBIC. "I expect the Rachel-bashing from them, but not you. Especially since her attitude is almost entirely your fault."
"MY fault?"
"Yes, your fault! You remember how our glee competitions started? It was because you wouldn't let Sparkles McGays-a-lot even try out for Defying Gravity until his dad was ready to take a flamethrower to this place. You've handed solo after solo after solo to Rachel, without a second thought, because you were worried about losing the club. Fine, whatever. But don't expect her to not be her normal, attention-seeking self after you've made it the norm." With that, Santana strode out of the room, pausing only to hold the door open for Brittany, who she knew would be following. Brittany may be dating Artie, but she always had Santana's back. Smiling at the blonde, she led the way to the auditorium.
Piano was, ironically enough, not Rachel's forte. Cello? Prodigious skills. Violin? Acceptable. Guitar? Enough knowledge to fake her way through a show. But the piano…. Still, she could at least manage to figure out part of the chords to her song for the week.
Share my life, take me for what I am
'Cause I'll never change all my colors for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
I can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide
Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you, you, you, you, you
You see through, right to the heart of me
You break down my walls with the strength of your love
I never knew love like I've known it with you
[From: . ]
Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to
I don't really need to look very much further
I don't want to have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
I can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide
Your love I'll remember forever
Oh, don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me, no
Don't walk away from me
Don't you dare walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you, you
If I don't have you, oh you
Rachel whipped around when she heard clapping. "Oh, hi Santana. Look, if you're here to tell me-"
"That you were out of line? Sure, a little. You gotta learn how to be happy for people, dwarf. Still, it's fine. They should expect tantrums by now," she added with a smirk. "You practicing?"
"Yeah. I figured I should be ready, on the off chance Mr. Schue kicks me out of glee club."
"Oh, he's not kicking you out of anywhere. Not after the verbal spanking I gave him…."
"What?"
"Santana yelled at Mr. Schue for you," Brittany said.
"Why?"
"Because I, for some reason, stepped into the role of you protector. So I figured I'd continue."
"So you're like… my knight in Prada armor?" Rachel asked.
"Exactly. Knightess. Lady knight? What's the girl version of knight?"
"Day," Brittany said matter-of-factly.
The other two laughed. Rachel stood up from the piano. "So what song are you singing?"
"Don't know. Ideas?"
"Queen of the Night."
"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you just called me a hooker…."
It took Rachel a few seconds, and then she rolled her eyes. "Just look at the lyrics."
Santana smiled and took the book from Rachel. "Yep…definitely called me a hooker," she muttered.
"Fine, then do I Learned from You. Page 8."
The three of them stayed in the auditorium until the bell signaled the end of their day.