showstopper (santana x reader)

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a.n: this is easily my favourite chapter i've written yet- mainly because it's including one of my favourite songs. you can choose to listen to the song whilst reading, but it might not perfectly match up.

enjoy x

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There was undeniable tension between me and Santana. Not the vaguely awkward one like when we met for the first time, or the traction we usually have. It was more of the type where you don't know what the other one is going to do. A sense of something imminent. I would say that I was hoping for a first move, but I'm not that type of girl.
I don't wish, I wait. And I was waiting to see if Santana had the hots for me like I did for her.

"Mr Schue, I have my Spanish homework," I huffed as I walked into glee, holding the slim booklet infront of me. "Can I just give it to you now so I don't have to go to the detention?"

"Manners?"

"Please?"

"There we go," he smiled, taking it from me whilst stood by the piano.

His expression slowly morphed into a look of confusion. I wasn't sure why he was pulling that face- I knew for a fact that it wasn't wrong.

"I must say, Y/N, your Spanish is immaculate,"

"Nerd," Puck said in between a fake cough.

I glanced over my shoulder and shot him a dirty look before turning to Mr Schue.

"And?"

"Are you cheating?"

"No?" I frowned. "Why would I go to that much effort?"

"I'm just saying... some of this is really complex. I'm struggling to read parts of it, uh, let's just give you an A+."

"Thanks," I responded, taking it back from him and sitting down.

It took approximately 8 seconds of silence before a voice sounded.

"Conplex then, huh?" Santana said behind me.

She was too busy looking down at her nails to make eye contact. She just spoke and expected me to respond. For some reason, I always do.

"Guess so."

She leaned forward and plucked it from my fingertips. Her eyes scanned it just like Mr Schuester. I watched smugly.

"They were easy questions," she scoffed and chucked it back at me.

"Yeah, like you bothered to do them."

She rolled her eyes. "Heard about Kimmy's party?"

"No?"

I had. I'm a very efficient easedropper, but I wouldn't spoil my game by telling her.

"It's this Friday. It's open house as long as you bring something with you. Cheerios get free entry."

"Want a medal?"

She shoved my shoulder.

"Kidding, I'd want perks if I spent my free time waving pom poms."

"You won't be kidding when I shove a pom pom up your-"

"The fuck? Oh my God, I didn't mean to touch a nerve," I remarked. "What time's this party then?"

"Of course you don't know."

"9:30." Kurt, who was sat a few seats away from Santana, chimed in.

We both looked at him.