titanium - glee

fifteen ; the glist

"Hey, Shrimpy. What are you up to?" Santana asked as she and Brittany came up behind Rosy, who was standing in front of the 'glist', staring at her name, which was at the bottom of the list, right above Rachel.

"Oh, nothing," Rosy said, turning from the list quickly, smiling falsely at the two girls.

"You weren't doing nothing, you were staring at the 'glist', we saw you," Brittany said, sounding confused and Rosy sighed. "Don't worry though, I'm worried about my spot too. I can't believe I'm not in the top three." Brittany said and Santana patted her shoulder sympathetically.

"Well, I'm sorry Britt, but I wasn't-"

"Cut the crap, Shrimpy," Santana said, cutting Rosy off. "You can be honest with us, we're all friends now that we're all on the Cheerios together."

"First of all, I highly doubt that, and second, we've been Cheerios together the whole year." Rosy pointed out and Santana rolled her eyes.

"Look, even though you irritate me almost as much as Berry does, how about Britt and I come over today after school and give you a makeover?" Santana offered, smiling widely as she reached forward and brushed some dust off of Rosy's uniform and Rosy raised an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, okay, I guess?"

"Great! We'll see you after school."

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Rosy, Santana, and Brittany were sitting in Rosy's room talking while they applied makeup on her when Cal got home. Rosy was actually surprised by how easy it was to talk to the two girls when they weren't in school.

"Hi," Cal said, used to his sister having random people over after school by now.

"Is that your brother? He's cute." Santana said while Brittany waved at Cal who waved back, and Rosy glared at her.

"He's eleven, back off," Rosy said and Santana rolled her eyes.

"I didn't mean that kind of cute, I meant like baby cute. Speaking of baby cute, it was just adorable, the way Mike was trying to ask you out the other day. Sorry for cockblocking you by the way." Santana added and Rosy sent her an alarming look, before shooing Cal away.

"Could you please refrain from using profanity around my little brother?" Rosy hissed after Cal left.

"But, Rosy, we're not working on your profanity, we're working on your bed," Brittany said, looking confused as she applied blush to Rosy's cheeks and Rosy sighed.

"No, not vanity, Britt, profan- never mind," Rosy said and the blonde just shrugged and continued to apply the makeup. "Are you sure you're not putting too much on?"

"Would you stop worrying, Shrimpy, and just trust us?" Santana said as she tilted Rosy's face up so she could apply eyeliner. "Besides, guys, like Mike, love this stuff."

"But, I'm not doing this for a guy, I'm doing this for myself," Rosy said and Santana rolled her eyes.

"Sure you are. Pucker your lips." Santana instructed and Rosy sighed but did as she was told. Around ten minutes later, Santana set down her brush and stepped back. "Okay, we're done," Santana said and Rosy stood up and walked over to stand in front of her mirror.

"Wow," Rosy said, stepping closer to get a better look. The girl in the mirror looked nothing like herself.

"I know, right?" Santana said, coming up to stand behind her.

"It's great, it just...I don't look like me." Rosy said, frowning at herself.

"Exactly, we made you look hot," Santana said as Brittany came to stand next to her and nodded, while Rosy rolled her eyes. Santana ignored her and went over to her closet, going through the clothes before pulling out a Cheerios skirt.