𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ! * ✧ ⊹

10

Santana was on a mission. She scanned the hallway, looking for her prey. Finally spotting her target she moved in for the kill.

"Allison," she said smoothly, sliding alongside the girl and gripping her upper arm so she couldn't dash away. "A word please?" Not giving the girl time to respond Santana dragged her off to the bathroom. She pushed the girl through the door and leaned back against it to block the other girl's escape.

The nervous girl backed up against the sink, her wary gaze locked on the Latina. Santana smirked; Quinn was going about this entirely the wrong way. If you wanted results, you had to isolate the weak from the safety of the herd. Santana let the silence drag on, watching as the other girl began to squirm in discomfort.

"So...you..um..you wanted to talk to me?" Allison finally asked, not being able to stand the awkward silence any longer.

"What happened Friday night?" Santana cut straight to the chase, not wanting to waste time getting to the point.

Allison swallowed nervously. "What do you mean?"

"With Rachel," the Latina clarified. "What caused her to bolt and run?" When Allison opened her mouth to reply Santana held up a hand to silence her. "And please don't tell me the same bullshit story that you sold Quinn. Being lied to pisses me off and trust me when I say you don't want me pissed off."

If anyone had told Santana that she would find herself practically defending Rachel Berry a week ago she would have laughed in their face. But whatever had happened to Berry was now affecting her and that wasn't acceptable.

Quinn was pissed at her, vacillating between ignoring her and giving her death glares. She could deal with Quinn; she was used to her mercurial relationship with the blonde. But now Brittany was giving her the silent treatment, and that shit was not cool. Since they were both pissed about the treatment of one annoying brunette it only made sense to get to the bottom of this situation once and for all.

Allison look confused. "You really don't know?"

"Why the fuck would I know? I was inside when it happened." Santana answered crossly.

"Well, Stacy and Sarah said you guys were in on it, I just thought you would have been aware of the details," Allison replied.

Santana frowned. "In on what?" the Latina questioned impatiently. "I really don't want to stand here all day playing twenty questions, just spit it the fuck out already."

Allison shifted her feet nervously and dropped her gaze. "They said that all of the girls on the squad had to pass an initiation...prove they were loyal to the squad. They um...they said that Quinn was just dating Rachel to string her along. That it was all just a set up."

"A set up?"

"Yeah, so that we could prank her." Allison looked up to meet the Latina's gaze. "I didn't want to do it, but they said that all the girls had too."

"Do what Allison?" Santana questioned, a little more calmly. It was clear the girl was petrified; Santana screaming at her was more likely to end in her passing out then giving her the answers she needed.

"The plan was to get her to trust us, to let down her guard so that she would go skinny dipping."

Santana was getting impatient again. "But she didn't, she left instead."

"Um...not exactly."

Santana smirked and arched a single eyebrow. "Berry actually stripped down?" Allison nodded. "I don't know if I should be impressed or afraid. Okay so what? They got her to strip down and then made fun of her?" Another nod from Allison. "Well I mean that's not that bad. Berry gets made fun of more than anyone I know, the naked bit is new, but hardly worthy of her four day seclusion stunt."