landslide [glee one shots]

The Cheerio and the School Girl (Brittana)

Brittana, but Klaine style.

Basically Dalton is an all girl school and the ND send Santana to go spy. She'll then meet a nice blonde who'll hopefully get her out of a sticky situation she got herself into.

Hope you like it.

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Santana was going to strangle Rachel Berry.

Or find a way to get a solo at Nationals.

Whichever she could accomplish quicker she was going to do.

Because Santana knew coming here was a bad idea but to shut Rachel Berry up, she went.

Next time she was just going to ignore the annoying hobbit and call it a day.

But low and behold as she sat here in the principals office of Dalton Academy School for the Girls, she wished she thought of that before coming here.

"I don't understand what I'm doing here. I don't even go to this school!" Santana exclaimed, sitting upright in her seat, fingers squeezing the armrest so she didn't slap anyone.

"That's exactly why you're here, young lady. You were snooping around in things that weren't yours!" Dean Mackenzie chastised as she looked around in her cabinets for a pen.

"No, no. You don't understand, I wasn't snooping. I was looking for a map because your sucky secretary forgot to give one to me."

"So you looked in our choir room?"

Oh.

She had a point there.

"I. . . well." she sighed and just slouched back in her seat, arms crossed and legs on top of one another. "Whatever. But I wasn't snooping."

Who was she kidding, she was totally snooping.

The plan was to get a tour of Dalton, pretending to be interested in transferring and emphasize the fact that she wanted to become a warbler, (the singing group, not the actual bird) and when they brought her to the choir room, she take pictures of their set list then get out of there.

The plan was going beautifully, until she got caught.

"Then what do you call whatever it is you were doing, if it wasn't snooping?" the older lady asked, raising an annoyingly perfect eyebrow as she wrote something down.

"What are you writing down?" Santana asked worriedly, ignoring the question.

"Well you were taking pictures of our set list so I'm assuming you're from another choir. I just need your name and that'll tell me what your groups name is and I can have a lovely chat with your director."