Valentine’s Day at McKinley…
It all started when the SGA got the bright idea to fill the halls of William McKinley High School with holiday cheer. The best idea the nerds of student government could come up with was printing up hundreds of pink and red hearts that read “roses are red, violets are blue,” and had two more blank lines for everyone to fill in. Armed with rhyming dictionaries and rhyming dictionary apps things got a little out of hand…
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Rachel tried to make out what had been printed on the small red heart before sweaty, nervous hands had mangled the poor scrap of paper.
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I got you this ugly sweater
That my little sister outgrew.”
“Santana! I’ve never been so insulted in my life. I understand that I may not be the most bux—” Santana shoved the tiny sweater into the singer’s protesting hands in an effort to stop the inevitable bitching. The petite brunette gaped at the white sweater with Twilight Sparkle screen-printed on the front. Her jaw clacked shut abruptly for all of three seconds before a high-pitched squeal filled the air
“Santana! This is the most darling think I’ve ever seen! Thank you.” Rachel darted forward and impulsively wrapped Santana in a hasty embrace.
There was a moment of silence before the taller brunette grunted out something that vaguely sounded like ‘you’re welcome’. Before anything else could be said or done the energetic singer spun on her heel and dashed off toward the nearest restroom; presumably to try on her prize.
Quinn sidled up to the stunned teenager. The head cheerleader smirked at the way Santana had been caught flatfooted. “Guess your little plan to torment Man Hands failed.”
“Plan? Torment?”Santana repeated dazedly as she tried to gather her wits. A quick shake of the head and the Hispanic teen was able to focus on her best friend’s presence. “Yeah. The plan. To torment Berry. Yeah, it didn’t work out—”
“I’ll see you tonight at Breadstix, Santana. Does eight o’clock work for you?” Rachel breezed by the girls wearing the ridiculously tight, and just plain ridiculous, sweater she’d been gifted.
“Eight is great.” It was now Santana’s turn to revel in Quinn’s obvious surprise and confusion. Without a word to her poleaxed friend Santana fell into step beside Rachel. “I’ll let you walk with me as far as History class, Berry.”
Quinn watched the bizarrely matched duo walk away and wondered if she’d woken up in the Bizarro World that morning. A loud buzzing distracted the cheerleader from her thoughts, Quinn pulled out her phone to read her newest message. It was from Santana.
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’m getting laid,
What about you?”
“That bitch!”
