[video]

[lebanese]

[ Be treated to a brief glimpse of side-boob as Santana hastily finishes securing what the particularly observant amongst you might recognize to be a tape recorder underneath her... ample assets. ]

[ Things go black for a time, although someone's sure and quick strides can be heard pounding out on some kind of hard floor. ]

[ Then. Confrontation. Sharp, caustic. A clearly-leveled accusation. A slushie facial containing more than just colored, flavorful ice. A friend, in the hospital. Due for surgery. ]

You wanna have a duel? [ Skeptical, but not completely opposed to the idea. ] ... Cello guys, can you hang back a second? I'm gonna need you for this one.

Everyone else, clear out. [ Smarmy and irritating, in that way only Sebastian Smythe can be. ] I don't want you to see me make a girl cry.

[ Santana's teeth practically grind. But, she contains herself, refuses the bait with surprising professionalism. ] Let's just keep this on point.

[ The community resumes its little peepshow, apparently wiring into the room's electronics to provide visuals since Santana's cellphone is located inconveniently inside the purse she left behind in the car. ]

Comments

[accidental video]

[exceedingwords]

[can a glowing alien vampire blush? Well, there is a slight tinge of green to Kanaya's pale face.]

[video]

[lebanese]

[ The stare Santana fixes her with is practically oozing aggression; she's still worked up from her confrontation with that hideous boy, and from having also been slushie'd off camera. ]

What the hell are you looking at?

[video]

[exceedingwords]

Oh, ah, I didn't realize this was a private viewing station.

[That faint green blush grows brighter. If she wasn't, well, dead she's sure she'd be completely green by this point. Such aggression is off-putting in a human but she finds her voice again soon.] However, perhaps if you were more careful in your ritualistic competitions I wouldn't have seen it.

[video]

[lebanese]

It's not like I chose to post it on here. As usual, this stupid community likes to poke its nose in where it doesn't belong.

[ She finishes with an audible huff. There's still a sneer apparent on her face, but her overall body posture already seems to be losing some of its tension. ]

[video]

[exceedingwords]

Well, true. Its ocular sensory organs are everywhere. I may not know much about human rituals but the song choice and outfit you were wearing would make you the sure bet winner in my unofficial opinion.

[Okay, yeah, she notices. It's alright to relax then slightly. Hopefully.]

[video]

[lebanese]

[ At the mention of her obvious victory, Santana's demeanor shifts entirely. She's predatory still, but in an entirely self-satisfied way this time. ]

Finally, someone with taste. That prick wouldn't admit it. But it doesn't matter now, I've got him right by the balls and he doesn't even know it.

[pettedasnake]

I liked the jellos, but you sounded better than they did.

You know, I really don't like him too much.

[lebanese]

[ She's still inwardly seething, not just over the latest confrontation but at the cheap shots Sebastian dared to take at her in the Lima Bean. ]

I hate his smirky little meerkat face.

[pettedasnake]

Meerkats are cute. He's not.

Are you okay?

[lebanese]

I'm--

[ A pause. ]

Yes. I'm okay. Just a little worked up still.

She heard that pause, Santana

[pettedasnake]

... are you sure?

stop being so damn perceptive T_T

[lebanese]

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

She knows her Snix

[pettedasnake]

That tells me you're not since you always know.

<3!

[lebanese]

... Right. Well, don't worry too much. I probably just need a nice hot bath or something.

[specialest_agent]

That's an interesting take on a classic.

[lebanese]

I thought so.

[specialest_agent]

Quite a good costume, too. I understand you were taking some liberties, of course, but still, why black instead of white?

[lebanese]

Sadly, the costume budget doesn't cover reconnaissance missions. It's the closest I could manage from my personal wardrobe.

[specialest_agent]

In that case, I'm impressed.

[lebanese]

Thanks.

[whitechocolate]

You totally kicked his ass at MJ.

[lebanese]

You bet your sweet trouty mouth, I did.

[whitechocolate]

Still sucks that they copied our idea for Regionals though. We would have killed it with Michael songs.

[lebanese]

Yeah, no kidding. At least you guys already did some MJ at Sectionals, so no matter what it'll still look like they're copying from us.

[whitechocolate]

That's a good point.

The whole underboob thing was pretty clever by the way. You'd make a good spy.

[lebanese]

Santana Lopez, P.I. ... Yeah, I could dig it.

[whitechocolate]

You could be like one of Charlie's angels.

[lebanese]

Kick ass and look totally hot while doing it... I like the way you think.

[notasinglelady]

[Kurt's so proud of you.] Now, that's how you show him how it's done.

I hate that guy so much.

[lebanese]

[ Auntie Snix cares very much, albeit in her own weird little way. ]

He's a total fucking dick. I can't wait to take him down another peg or two.

[notasinglelady]

[She's like a fallen angel in a miniskirt.]

I couldn’t agree more, in fact, it will be hard to find someone that disagree. We are going to beat them at regionals.

[lebanese]

Damn straight we are. Doing MJ would have been nice, but he's not the be-all end-all. Whatever we come up with for a set-list will be just as good, and our singing will be a hell of a lot better.

[notasinglelady]

There's other great singers otu there that we can tackle, we just have to find the perfect one. That's right.

[lebanese]

I wonder what we'll get to wear this year? Although honestly, I'm sure I could run down to the thriftstore and pick out something better than those boring blue blazers of theirs.

[notasinglelady]

It can't be worse than some of the things we wore the other years, Mr. Schu needs to allow us to choose the design. [Kurt never liked the Blazer either, but it looks good on his boyfriend.]

[fuckingnarnia]

Nice singing.

Who's in the hospital?

[lebanese]

Blaine. But apparently, it was meant to be Kurt.

[fuckingnarnia]

...what? What the fuck happened?

[lebanese]

We tried to stage a sing-off with the Warblers for the right to cover MJ at Regionals. But that little bitchlet Sebastian put rock salt in a slushie and now Blaine's cornea is all fucked to hell and back. When we were talking later, he admitted to have been aiming for Kurt all along.

[broadwaybound]

Someone needs to tell him that his voice is incredibly flat. Particularly until he reaches the chorus. Needless to say, I'd say it's fair to say you kicked his ass, Santana.

[lebanese]

Well, well. If that isn't a high compliment coming from you, Berry.

[ But she's obviously pleased. ]

[formercheerio]

I don't think I could have done it better. [ The song or the spying ]

[lebanese]

[ The subtext is not lost upon Santana. ]

I still can't believe Kurt didn't want to turn him in. I mean yeah, it was kind of fun to one-up that asshole, but now we've lost our only leverage. And I don't trust him not to try something else, honestly.

[formercheerio]

At least Dalton know the truth, if that'll even do anything.

We'll be more prepared. But it should have been given to the police, or his headmaster. What he did wasn't right.

[lebanese]

I almost can't decide what's worse. The fact that those Warbler pricks were supposed to be best friends with Blaine before Sebastian ever came into the picture, or the fact that their asshole headmaster is okay with just sweeping things under the rug despite their so-called "strict no bullying policy."

[formercheerio]

I guess it depends what you look at.

At least Blaine'll be alright.