Santana raised an eyebrow as she saw you approaching, her left pinky linked with Brittany’s right one as they spoke by the lockers. “What are they doing?” she murmured to Brittany. Brittany glanced up, squeezing Santana’s pinky as a silent be nice command. She hummed softly and leant into Santana’s arms. “Let Quinn deal with it”; she whispered back. Quinn looked up at you, wondering who dared approach the HBICs so blatantly. You were a nobody. “What do you want?”