This Cheerleader's Trouble (And she's all mine) | Santana Lopez

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A/N: Who's here?

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Santana's knee bounced under her desk as she rubbed her thumb across another envelope. It's the only thing she could think of doing that would keep her from letting these horrific gay thoughts attack her senses. The box of letters she gave Madison was still locked in her closet. All she had to do was sneak into Frannie's house while she was busy and drop off another set of letters she wrote that week.

She tossed his letter into the drawer of her desk and placed her head into her hands.

Santana shouldn't be thinking about Madison like this. She shouldn't have ever admitted to being in love with her. She shouldn't have been so careless. She was being so stupid about everything.

The tears fell before Santana realized she felt emotional enough to cry. Her mind was stuck on the nights they'd lay together in the woods, staring up at the stars. Each time Santana struggled not to roll over and slither her way into Madison's abnormally geeky pants. Now, she felt sick to her stomach for even thinking such thoughts.

Madison was Quinn's niece. She was a freshman now. A little baby child Fabray kid that enjoyed her dreams of being a singing astronaut or something. Madison was not for her. She was not the right fit—and not only because she was a girl but because she was Madison Ca . . . Blue. Madison Blue and Santana Lopez would never happen.

Never.

Santana pulled herself out of her chair and flopped onto her bed. She hugged her pillow and snuck under the thick comforter. She couldn't face the world today. It was all too exhausting.

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There were only a few steps left before she reached the locker room. If she had just gotten out of class a little sooner she might have missed the mountain of ice that slammed her in the face.

"Welcome to glee club, tranny!"

Camila turned aggressively and tried to open her eyes to go after the boys. The liquid instantly burned. She scrubbed her eyes and groaned at the feeling.

"Come here." A voice spoke up and yanked her arm down the hall.

She stumbled her way into the bathroom sink, quickly turning the faucet and shoving her eyes under the water. Camila sputtered at the taste, ripping her contacts out the first chance she had. Fingers ran through her hair, helping her shed the ice coating from her locks.

"The blue berry flavor is the worst." Quinn chuckled. "Especially if it gets down your pants."

Camila looked up in surprise when she heard her voice. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks already staining red from the splattered sugar mix.

"I looked like a creature out of Avatar down there when I got slusheed." Quinn reached out and ran her cheer towel over Camila's dripping face.

"I hate avatar." Camila closed her eyes and let Quinn take over cleaning her face. "I always found it scarily accurate to the climate."

"Our world sucks." Quinn shrugged. "You'll get used to the slushees. Now that you're in glee . . . and on the hockey team, it's going to be your thing for a while."

"Meh." Camila leaned down and tossed water onto her face. She scrubbed at the red speckles left behind, groaning. "I really don't take bullying lightly. It's despicably encouraging to prepubescent boys when I don't punch them in the face for being idiots."

Quinn smiled and offered her the towel once more. She let Camila take it and watched as more freckles revealed the more makeup that came off her face.

"Why hockey?" She asked.

"Because I like to play hockey." Camila mumbled into the towel. "Why cheerleading?"

"Because I enjoy it." Quinn nodded, agreeing with the redhead. She leaned back against the sink and looked around the bathroom. "Um, do you have a partner for glee?"

Camila slowly lowered the towel and looked at her questionably.

"No . . . Are you asking me to be your partner because—"

"I wasn't, but if we both don't have one." Quinn looked over Camila's uneven make up. She gently took the towel and wet it under the running faucet. "Do you want to partner up?"

Camila closed her eyes and let Quinn wash the rest of her make up off her face. When she opened her eyes back up, the blonde was staring at her in deep thought.

"I'm confused." She confessed. "Did you not want me as a partner?"

"I do. I mean, now I do. Yes. Let's partner." Quinn resumed cleaning her face. "You just . . . I didn't expect to see someone as confident as you seem covering up so much."

Camila used the towel to dry her hair in slow, scrunches. She avoided Quinn's eyes and turned back to the mirror.

"You don't really know me." She mumbled.

"Well, I'll have to get to know you in order for this partnership to work, Camila." Quinn crossed her arms. "So are we partners? I need a good one after Santana and Mercedes performance."

Camila giggled and thought back to the girls' duet. It was pretty amusing seeing Santana run around like that during her performance, but she did it so well. She smiled down at her feet and nodded.

"Yeah, but they'll be tough to beat."

"I think we can manage." Quinn turned off the sink and picked her book bag off the floor. She handed Camila a brush and raised her brows. "Clean yourself up, partner."

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