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Pezberry WIP
It was a damned shame. That’s what it was, a really huge donkey fucking shame. Shit like this just made her want to cry. Santana looked down into her red Solo cup that was still mostly filled with brightly colored green or blue alcohol and sniffed loudly. She’d barely had anything to drink, certainly not enough to blame it on the alcohol, certainly not enough to justify her little ‘outburst’ earlier.
Santana glared at the small karaoke stage, blaming the ridiculous romper room feature for all her present struggles. It should have come as absolutely no surprise that Rachel (gold-star) Berry was tacky enough, self-centered enough, and lame enough to have such a hideous eye-sore and be proud of the damned thing.
Yes, it was the stage’s fault that she’d blurted out that she ‘wanted’ Berry. Why else would she say such a crazy thing? Why else would Santana Lopez want to pull the crazy, bouncing hobbit off the stage, throw her onto the immaculate carpet, rip that hideous dress/nightshirt/flour-sack with sleeves off her body and—the drunken former cheerleader violently shook her head to derail that train of thought.
She glared at the karaoke stage once more before leaning, slumping really, over to the large-mouthed bass she was pretending to date. “That stage is the devil.” Santana hissed loudly, raising her voice to be heard over the pretty warbler’s caterwauling.
Sam blearily turned and looked at Santana like she had suddenly sprouted another head that was trying to offer him high-quality LSD. Shit like this was why she missed Brittany. Brittany would have nodded and added that the stage was a spy for Coach Sylvester.
The Hispanic teen pulled away from the dumb blonde and sulkily tried to put the straw for her drink between her lips. After jabbing herself in the same eye for the third time Santana whimpered and gave up on the straw. The traitorous device was savagely ripped from the vessel and thrown on the floor with no care given to the way the colored liqueur would undoubtedly stain the carpeting. Riding high on the success of outsmarting the villainous bendy straw Santana tipped the red plastic cup up to her lips and chugged the remainder of her drink.
Drinking until she forgot the embarrassment of actually wanting Rachel Berry for even a single second was obviously the solution for the evening…
