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A/N: Who's here?

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Santana grabbed a few of Lucifer's things and shoved them into a backpack. She glanced up when she heard the door to their apartment slide open, only sparing a quick glance behind her.

"Lady Hummel!" Santana called, picking up one of Lucifer's dolls and looking between the two pairs of shoes on the ground. "What tiny shoes does Lucifer usually put on this outfit?"

"Choose the black." Madison chuckled when Santana turned and looked at her in surprise. "Camren gave me a key."

"Nice of her to—...Oh, no!" Santana pointed at the brunette when she noticed her picking up a few vegan spices on the counter. "What are you doing, you meat-eater?"

"Well." Madison spun around with an annoyed throw of her arm. "Since Camren's in love with Blabbermouth but besties with Grace and Quinn, Faith and I are forced to move her into our small ass apartment because you're both being assholes."

"You can't just give her your apartment! She can't move in with you! That's not part of the plan."

"What did you expect to happen? Camren and Berry are dating! Camren would never throw her to the curb even if they're mad at each other." Madison crossed her arms and turned around to look over Santana. She frowned and eyed her hairstyle. "Is your hair full of secrets? Why is it so big?"

"I will take that as a compliment." Santana rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't."

"It's all a part of my master plan to psyche out Berry so I can be the first transgender woman to play lead on Broadway," Santana explained.

"Good motivation," Madison smirked. "What's your plan?"

"First comes some amazing new hair." Santana held up a few of her extensions while Madison slowly nodded. "Then incredible sexy rehearsal clothes, which she could never pull off. And then I'm gonna sneak into the theatre and tack up yearbook photos of her from sophomore year when she was a chunky little butterball, just to remind her...Hey, once a fatty, always a fatty."

"Wow." Madison laughed. "Nice advice. Don't forget to mention that to your girlfriend. Wasn't she like hella—"

"Quinn, don't count. She was on shitty drugs for transitioning for a while." Santana threw a few toys in a pile and picked up two of Lucifer's dolls that looked weirdly like Rachel and Kurt, leaving the boy doll on the ground. "God as my witness, I will break Rachel Berry down and be the top bitch here...And you too, if you ever mention Q's past again."

"You are so high school." Madison shook her head and ignored Santana's scoff. "Are you serious?"

"Life is very high school, just with bigger stakes!" Santana cried out. "And if you really knew Berry that all of us did, you would be applauding me. Just how she treated you all for being Ghouls was only the beginning!"

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