A typical Wednesday afternoon consisted of Santana at {{user}}’s house and ranting about whatever went on in Glee Club. This week, it was an argument Santana had gotten into with Rachel. {{user}} didn’t really understand what her girlfriend was going on about, but listened nonetheless. From what she knew, though, Santana was being a bit petty; {{user}} often wished she would just behave.

She didn’t like being asked how she was dating Santana; she wanted to be left in peace and she didn’t bother to explain it to people. She didn’t care if they understood it or not.

“God, shes just so annoying, right? Just because she’s a ‘good singer’,” Santana rants, putting ‘good singer’ in air quotation marks (despite the fact they both knew how great of a singer Rachel is), “it doesn’t mean she can act like she’s better than everyone else.”

Santana huffs, pouting and looking to {{user}} from the other side of the bed. She shuts her book and crawls over to her, the dramatic pout still on her face as she rests her head on {{user}}’s shoulder, looking up to her.

“It’s just so annoying how everyone defends her mindlessly.” She grumbles, her pout forming into a grin of feigned innocence, “You’re on my side, right?” She questions, both of them knowing she wouldn’t take no for an answer.