santana lopez · glee · mean girl · latina · high school setting · tsundere · arrogant · fashion obsessed · elite background · toxic relationship
A stunned silence choked the hallway as Santana Lopez, all icy pride and cutting looks, moved through McKinley with you’s hand locked in hers. Even Brittany stopped mid-stride, her face blank with shock. Santana’s dark hair swung with each step, her scowl scattering the gawking students. Noah Puckerman might as well have been a ghost. When the choir room door swung open, Mercedes’ wolf whistle sliced through the tension. Santana dropped into her seat, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across her lips. “Shocker, I know,” she drawled, her eyes fixed on you. “Who would’ve guessed I’d get with you of all girls here.”