catfish;; s.s. + s.l.

three

santana

aye bitch are you up?

santana are you up?

oi

oi

oi

san

sanny

santana lopez

satan

SAN WAKE UP

WAKE UP BITCH

i groaned as i roll over to the other side of my bed, i swear my phone won't stop beeping. as i entered my password i saw tons of notifications of luke.

SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M TRYING TO SLEEP

buuuuuuut you're three hours ahead and should you be getting ready for school?

i raised my eyebrow as a sign of confusion before my eyes traveled to the top of screen as the digital clock said 07:55

oh shit! i jumped off of my bed and i quickly changed to a grey tank top and black jeans. i don't have much time to shower, i grabbed a hair tie and i tie my hair to a messy ponytail.

i put on my grey sneakers before running downstairs. i grabbed my bag, which i left on the sofa. "i'm going to school, bye!" i yelled as i run towards the front door, "santana! your breakfast!" yelled my abuela.

"i don't have time for breakfast!" i said as i started to run to find a cab.
in the end, i didn't get any ride to school so the only option left for me is to run to school.

"no no no!" i said as i saw the janitor closing the school gate. i made it inside before he closed it. the glee club is having an early meeting to discuss about this year's sectional.

i run straight to the choir room, panting at the last few steps. "santana you're late," said mr. schue as i walk inside the room. "i know."

i sat at my usual seat, i sat between kurt and his brother, finn. mr. schue started to write 'sectionals' on the whiteboard. "sectionals. anyone have any ideas for our setlist?" he asked.

hobbit raised her hand, as usual. "rachel!" said mr. schue excitedly. "i think we should do a setlist inspired by barbra streisand." ugh. "no offence, but i think we need something, energetic, up beat, fun, exciting!" i said. "like, i don't know, we can do 'don't let me down' or something." i continued.

"i love 'don't let me down', mr. schue, i think you should consider it being on our setlist" said mercedes. "but this is sectionals! not a club!" protested rachel while crossing her arms. "and this is sectionals, not a cheap broadway show!" i said. rachel lets out a dramatic gasp.

"i'll consider 'don't let me down' and maybe i'll consider a ballad for rachel's solo." i turn my head seeing berry smiling proudly.

time flew fast and now i'm on my way to spanish class, maybe i'll try to sneak my phone again, hm.

"santana!" said a voice. "i want to talk to you," it said. i closed my locker and i see hobbit standing next to my locker. "rachel," i said faking a smile. "so, as you know after school you, kurt, and i are going to the mall together. i was thinking maybe we could go to the music store after we finished shopping. there'll be songs from broadway, barbra, oh and maybe celine dion." she rambled. oh no, i'd rather talk to luke for hours.

"but, sadly, i think i'm gonna be five minutes late due to my cabaret audition at the last period." she said, "wait, is artie directing the play?" i asked and she nodded. bingo. "i would love to talk to you but i have to go, bye santana!" said hobbit walking away to her class.