𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 | s. lopez

Mash Off

Juniper sighed and closed her eyes, trying to drown out the sound of Santana and Sugar fighting.

"You're not even talented!" yelled the Latina.

"You're just jealous!" shouted Sugar.

"Me? Jealous?" scoffed Santana. "Why would I be jealous of someone who thinks they have Aspergers when really you're just an annoying little bitch!"

"Santana," sighed Juniper. "Leave the poor girl alone."

"I'm the real star," said Sugar. "You're just here to sway in the background."

"Okay, you know what-"

Juniper got up from her chair and grabbed Santana's arm, pulling her away from the diva.

"Stop the violence," said Brittany, gently rubbing Santana's back.

"That bitch is getting on my last nerve," muttered Santana.

"I know," said Juniper, taking a sip of her Coke – Coke that may or may not have a little, okay a lot, of vanilla extract. It was the best she could do for now until she got the chance to get the real stuff from Puck. Plus, it gave her drink a nice vanilla flavor as well as that blissful, carefree effect Juniper craves from the alcohol.

"So, Juni, who are you voting for?" asked Brittany.

"For what?" asked the younger girl.

"For senior class president."

"Oh, I haven't decided yet," mumbled Juniper. "I'm torn because you're one of my best friends but Kurt is kind of like my brother, so..."

"I get that," said Brittany. "And no pressure or anything, but it would mean the world if you voted for me."

****

"What are you doing here?" asked Rachel as Mercedes and the rest of the Troubletones entered the auditorium.

"Shelby said she had something to show us," said Mercedes. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Schue said the same thing," said Finn.

"Let me guess, he wants to combine choirs for sectionals," said Santana, rolling her eyes. "Well, it's not gonna happen. The Troubletones are here to stay."

"Suck it," said Juniper.

"So, why don't you shuffle your busted choir off our stage," said the Latina.

"Look, you guys, we can compete without being enemies," said Finn. "Alright? We don't have to get vicious."

"Oh, I think we do, soft serve," said Santana. "See the Troubletones are 3F: fierce, femme, phenomenal."

"'Phenomenal' starts with a 'p,'" mumbled Juniper, furrowing her brows in confusion.

"Oh, and, guys, hurry up," said Santana, turning back to the Troubletones. "Go get some moist towels. We have to keep Finn wet before we can roll him back in the sea."

Sugar nodded and went to get some towels, but Juniper grabbed her arm and shook her head.

"Okay, you know what, Santana?" asked Rachel. "Finn is in great shape and your meanness only highlights your own personal insecurities."

"And Rachel, your mustache is thicker than a Middle Eastern dictators," smirked the Latina.

A guitar started strumming and everyone turned to see Mr. Schue and Shelby come in singing a song. Juniper found it hard to focus though as the only thing on her mind was what Rachel said. The signs were there all along. It makes sense now why Santana is always picking on Finn about his weight since that's probably how she's been feeling about herself.