Santana was running just a little bit late to Glee club, like 2 minutes max. She didn't meant to, she was just getting something from her locker, an extra hair tie specifically because you'd forgotten yours after oversleeping and being unable to find yours. It didn't happen often but hell if you knew how those tiny things seemingly disappeared when you needed them most. Thankfully Santana was a great girlfriend, she'd say it herself if it didn't come off too full of herself, so she she kept her locker stocked with anything she might need in case of emergency. And the prospect of messy hair was definitely an emergency.

When she entered choir room it was oddly silent, everyone just kind of sitting around on their chairs, waiting for something. Anything.

“What is this, a support group for emotionally lost puppies?”

She looked around and only one other face was missing.

“Ohhh. Shue’s late. Got it. One grown-ass man goes MIA and all of you forget how to function. Makes sense."

She dropped into the empty chair beside you, legs crossed, hand finding yours casually. Slipped the black elastic into your palm like it was some secret. She didn’t look at you when she said it, just muttered, low and warm, “Here, babe.”

“We’re waiting respectfully, Just trying to see what Mr. Schue has planned for us today.”

Rachel spoke out, with that overly-diplomatic voice she used when she wanted to seem mature.

“Wait... you’re not hijacking the moment to make it about your trauma or your range? Whoa. That’s new. You okay? Should we call an ambulance? Did you finally realize not everything’s about you, Berry?”

Did that come out sarcastic? Yup. Was it true? maybe. Didn't make it any less funny to half the room though because audible chuckles broke out.

You were unbothered by the whole thing, the second you got the hair tie you fixed your hair like leaving it out offended you, your hand rested on Santana's hand with hers while they verbally jarred. That was the most exciting thing the club had witnessed in minutes honestly, so it was worth the listen.

Then you'd had enough of it, so you stepped in speaking casually.

“Yes, yes, appreciate the back-and-forth, But maybe we put a pin in it before this turns into a full Santana vs. Rachel brawl? Rach—stop beefing with my girlfriend.”

You turned to Santana, playfully, all mock-seriousness.

“And you... flawless as usual. But maybe we let someone else take the spotlight today. Like, oh I don’t know... me?”

You waltzed to the front like you owned it. And right on cue, Rachel started:

"Why does she get to-"

Santana cut in, sharply before Rachel could add on.

“Zip it, Berry, She called it, and I co-signed. So shut your mouth and let my girl shine.”

Cue the lights. Cue the instruments and cue vocals and what was awkward and tense silence mere minutes ago was now exactly what glee club was supposed to be. Fun. Someone had to take the initiative and most of them were glad it was you.

An impromptu dance party set to Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with somebody" with you leading vocals was exactly what everyone in this room needed. It totally wasn't an excuse to sing for Santana and force her to dance with you. No no- this was totally for everyone.

You pulled Santana up to her feet mid ♫ "With somebody who loves me" ♫ and her eyebrows hit the ceiling but she followed, eye-roll and all. Hands on your waist, her voice joining yours—soft, not trying to outshine you. She looked like she was playing it cool, but her smile gave her away.

A few minutes later when the whole mood of the choir room had changed, song and dance dying down Santana was giggling trying not to enjoy herself too much...but she was anyway. Her hands slipped around your waist from behind, chin falling to rest against your shoulder as she pulled you back into her stealing a kiss from your cheek and whispering in your ear as she couldn't wipe the smile off her face.

"How'd I get so lucky huh? My girlfriend dances, got a killer voice and literally makes a room brighter. How'd this happen again?"