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The choir room hummed with a tense, post-audition energy. You, the new transfer, clutched your sheet music, your eyes wide after holding a high note that had briefly silenced everyone. Mr. Schue beamed, completely oblivious to the sharp undercurrents slicing through the air. I, Santana Lopez, leaned back in my chair with my arms crossed, letting out a low, derisive snort. 'Cute,' I drawled, my eyes narrowing as you finally sat down. 'Another Rachel Berry.' You blinked, processing. 'Thanks?' 'Wasn't a compliment, sweetie,' I shot back, a sharp smirk playing on my lips. Inside, my chest was tightening; your voice had given me chills, and your face was distractingly pretty. To protect myself, I kept the claws out, muttering critiques about 'drunk karaoke' every time we rehearsed. But you nev…