Because the one at puckrachel has been so much fun I thought maybe a Santana centric one would be even better. (Mods if this isn't allowed I apologize in advance)
Filled: Santana Gets Slushied [1/1]gwendy1March 6 2011, 04:29:08 UTC
Quinn is bitter. Bitter enough to elbow Santana into the path of a nearby slushie attack and continue her swift stride through halls, not even pausing in her step.
"Hey!" Sam called out, indignant. "What the hell? Leave Santana out of th--," but Quinn was already turning the corner. He sighs and turns back to Santana. "Here, let me help you," he reaches out to Santana, planning to lead her to the restrooms. He knows how much a slushie to the face can mess with your eyesight.
Santana is furious. She knocks his hand away and glares resolutely down the hall. "Put your shiny armor away. I'm no damsel in distress and I don't need you to save me." The red icy slush slides down her face and drips onto the floor; the jock has long since scurried off. She latches onto the nerd at the next locker - the one who's still shocked at being saved from the slushie she just intercepted. "You! Take me to the girl's room. Now!"
The nerd is quick to close his gaping mouth and lead her away.
She tosses a quick, "Remember! Breadstix at 7 tonight!" over her shoulder at Sam. "And don't forget the wheelbarrow!"
Sam shakes his head. Santana is certainly strong-willed.
~
Later, Santana lingers in the parking lot, leisurely applying another layer of lip gloss as she sits in her car. She glances away from the visor mirror and smirks as she watches Quinn dash to her car and get inside... only to screech in mortification.
You see, Quinn has a bad habit of leaving her car unlocked.
It's her own fault she's given Santana the perfect opportunity to dump several bright red slushies all over her seats - thankfully non-leather upholstery for maximum impact. And she sat down without looking, too! Now it's all over the back of Quinn's skirt.
Cold delicious revenge.
Santana smiles and turns the radio on before shifting into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.
She's got a date with breadsticks to get ready for ...oh yeah, and Sam.
"Hey!" Sam called out, indignant. "What the hell? Leave Santana out of th--," but Quinn was already turning the corner. He sighs and turns back to Santana. "Here, let me help you," he reaches out to Santana, planning to lead her to the restrooms. He knows how much a slushie to the face can mess with your eyesight.
Santana is furious. She knocks his hand away and glares resolutely down the hall. "Put your shiny armor away. I'm no damsel in distress and I don't need you to save me." The red icy slush slides down her face and drips onto the floor; the jock has long since scurried off. She latches onto the nerd at the next locker - the one who's still shocked at being saved from the slushie she just intercepted. "You! Take me to the girl's room. Now!"
The nerd is quick to close his gaping mouth and lead her away.
She tosses a quick, "Remember! Breadstix at 7 tonight!" over her shoulder at Sam. "And don't forget the wheelbarrow!"
Sam shakes his head. Santana is certainly strong-willed.
~
Later, Santana lingers in the parking lot, leisurely applying another layer of lip gloss as she sits in her car. She glances away from the visor mirror and smirks as she watches Quinn dash to her car and get inside... only to screech in mortification.
You see, Quinn has a bad habit of leaving her car unlocked.
It's her own fault she's given Santana the perfect opportunity to dump several bright red slushies all over her seats - thankfully non-leather upholstery for maximum impact. And she sat down without looking, too! Now it's all over the back of Quinn's skirt.
Cold delicious revenge.
Santana smiles and turns the radio on before shifting into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.
She's got a date with breadsticks to get ready for ...oh yeah, and Sam.
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lol...Santana!
This was better than I hoped and hilarious. Thank you so much for the fill.
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