Taking her regular seat next to a giddy looking brunette, Santana sits behind them next to Brittany, and as Mr. Schue starts his lesson, the only thought going through Quinn's head is, 'who the hell could've planned this, if not S?'
"Hola class, I was thinking today...Guys? Where's Finn?" He asks while pointing at the rather empty seat.
Puck laughs as he answers, "Hudson is a little...tied up at the moment. I'm sure he'll be fine with you continuing on with your lesson."
A couple minutes into the lesson the classroom door bursts open and there stands Finn, still very much pink, and fuming.
"Finn! What happened?"
Mr. Schue makes his way closer to the boy.
Finn gives the whole classroom his supposed "murderous" glance, but in all honesty it looked like he was constipated, "Someone did this to me. And I'm sure it was Santana!"
The Latina's head quickly snaps up from trying to hide her laughter, not standing and lunging at the boy because Brittany placed her hand on her arm stopping her, "Oh hell no Finny, you listen up, I wasn't anywhere near you."
Walking deeper into the classroom Finn seems to be gathering momentum with his accusations, "You could've done it all this morning while I was on the pitch."
Santana smirks and metaphorically sidesteps his lunge, "Yes except seeing as you saw me out at cheerleading practice and saw me flipping you off more than once, there seems to be a flaw in your idea."
Finn rapidly hits a 'wall' as she dodges with grace, he then seems to gather his footing, and "Wait but you left the field."
Already expecting this to come up the Latina nods her head, "Yes Finnocence I did. And I've got an alibi. I was with Berry."
Finn's jaw drops as the brunette in question smiles at the Latina, who by now was standing up, and nods, "Yup, she was with me."
At this Quinn's attention is quickly placed on the tiny brunette sitting beside her. It finally hits her as she takes in the seemingly flawless plan begin to reveal itself.
"And what about the shower door? You're telling me you didn't lock me in? Or take my clothes?"
That brought everyone's attention to the fact that the clothes he has on aren't in fact really his. The shirt was way too tight and the pants looked like they might fit Rachel...had she been 12.
Santana smirks, "How the hell do you expect me to do that when I was with Quinn the whole time? And I've got a hallway full of students who can testify to seeing me there."
"Enough!" Mr. Schue has finally gotten over his speechlessness, "Finn, I'm sorry for what happened, but unless you have legitimate proof that Santana did in fact do this, you can't just come here and start flinging accusations around!"
Finn turns and glares at their teacher, "I'm covered in pink stuff that won't wash off no matter how hard I scrub. My clothes are gone and I had to squeeze into this," he ushers to the clothes, "just so I wouldn't have to walk around in my underwear! Who else could be behind this?"
"Excuse me Mr. Pink-Ass-I-Kick-Chairs-When-I'm-Pissed, just because I'm a badass doesn't automatically mean I'm the only one who thinks you're an asshole. Maybe someone else finally thought to push you down a few hundred pegs." Santana says while folding her arms across her chest and smirking haughtily at him.
"I said that's enough Santana. Finn, either take a seat or go home and cool off." Mr. Schue ushers him towards his seat while raising an eyebrow as if daring him to do otherwise.
