WON&#x27;T YOU COME ON OVER?

#phone #texts #/her nerd slipped

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: THANKS, PRESIDENT SNOW.

SANTANA: Effie said it, idiot.

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: So you're not cancelling it, right??

MARCELA: Seriously? NO ONE?

MARCELA: There's a list on my tumblr! WAIT, ANSWER ME.

SANTANA: Nope, no one.

SANTANA: I guess you'll just have to wait and see until you get home, my darling sister.

SANTANA: May the odds be ever in your favor.

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: SANTANA, NO. I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK.

MARCELA: You're so irritating. Who do you like then?

MARCELA: Glee Club?? Mr. Schue is bringing it back.

SANTANA: That's what I thought.

SANTANA: No one. I'm obviously too hot for any of the shmucks in this school.

SANTANA: How am I supposed to keep up with the number of clubs you are in? WHatever I don't care.

SANTANA: Doing the text version of hanging up on you now.

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: You're not on the same level. You're /worse/.

MARCELA: How would you like it if I kissed Puck??

MARCELA: Can you do that? The first one, not the second. Well... maybe the second. No wait, we need him for Glee.

SANTANA: Screw you. You want Cersei? Fine. I'm going to cancel the internet when I get home. Say goodbye to your precious wifi.

SANTANA: I wouldn't care?? I told you I'm not dating him like that. God, keep up.

SANTANA: What the hell is glee

#phone #texts #/foreshadowing

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: Omg. Please shut up.

SANTANA: Look, M. If you want Wheels (and obviously you do) you need to be willing to fight off that Chang bitch. I was just helping him see the finer things in life, like my Lopez genes, and your subpar Lopez genes by extension.

MARCELA: You shut up! You're the worst sister in all of existence. THE WORST TWIN SISTER, WORSE THAN CERSEI.

MARCELA: I'm not going to fight Tina! She's awesome and Artie's totally in love with her. Oh my God.

MARCELA: Where's the logic there? I've never even /kissed/ anyone. What if now he expects an amazing kisser? WE CAN'T ALL HAVE MADE OUT WITH THE ENTIRE FOOTBALL TEAM TO GET ON YOUR LEVEL.

SANTANA:Oh hell no. Usually I'm cool with being equated with serious bitches, but there is no freaking /way/ I'm on the same level as Cersei. You take that crap back.

SANTANA: Okay shut up already. it doesn't have to be such a huge ordeal. You either take my help or not.

SANTANA: Do you want me to make him think he dreamt it? Or do you want me to get him transferred. Pick one cuz if this is how you're going to freak out for very much longer I might actually push myself out of a window.

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: I WOULD SAY I'M SORRY, BUT I'M NOT. YOU DESERVE IT. I HOPE YOU GET A MIGRAINE.

MARCELA: I can't relax! How is you kissing Artie, helping me?

SANTANA: Omg. Please shut up.

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S WHAT THIS IS. IT'S THAT OR A NIGHTMARE. WAKE ME UP.

MARCELA: I WOULD NEVER FALL ASLEEP READING A COMIC BOOK. OH GOD, THIS IS REAL. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?

SANTANA: I don't know how it's possible, but you're giving me a headache through texts.

SANTANA: I was just helping you out. Relax, spazz.

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: WHAT DID YOU DO SANTANA???

MARCELA: WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS WERE YOU THINKING????

MARCELA: WHY??? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU.

SANTANA: Are you having another fever dream?

SANTANAt: I told you comic books are boring enough to fall asleep reading.

These hallways are mean || Santela

Marcela hated that smile, absolutely hated it. That smile meant cosas malas. She shook her head and glared at her sister. “Whatever you’re thinking stop. I’m not reading any comics in class!” The tried to make her voice sound firm and not like all the times it raised several octaves when she tried to argue that she hadn’t ever had a Twilight phase. But Santana always knew better, stupid Mexican third eye.

She panicked when she saw her sister trying to help, throwing her arms out. “I don’t need any h- oh my God, Santana, no.” She made a grab for it, but it was too late. Her twin had her notebook and she was reading it. Out loud. She stared up at the ceiling and pleaded with whatever God their abuelita prayed to every night to open the ground so it could swallow her whole.

She also looked down to start praying to Satan, but she knew the real devil was standing right before her.

“Santana, stop.” Marcela didn’t have to waste her breath though, her sister had to stop, she was laughing too much. “It’s not that funny!” She cried, standing up and tugging the notebook out of Santana’s hands. “I gotta go!” Screaming, she held the small stack of notebooks close to her chest and hurried off to the girls’ bathroom, ignoring the looks from the stragglers who stuck around.

Santana’s laughter didn’t subside as Marcela panicked. In fact, it only made her laugh harder, and not because she was some cruel bitch (most of the time). It was because she always knew her twin was completely touched in the head, but this was just a whole new level of freak. Fanfiction? About her and Artie? It was too amazingly hilarious to be true.

She watched Marcela run off and she tried to catch her breath, wiping her eyes as she walked to class. She knew Marcela would hate her for this for awhile, maybe even snitch about Santana’s “bullying” to her parents, but she would never have the guts to piss her off again. Not with this kind of leverage.

She had mostly gotten her laughter under control, but then as she turned the next corner, Santana really couldn’t believer he luck. There he was. Artie Abrams in the flesh. She sauntered over to him, watching as his eyes widened with fear, but before he could call for help (which is what he usually did when he saw Santana because of all the horror stories lies Marcela had told him) the Cheerio bent down and planted a big kiss on his lips. When she pulled away, the boy was sputtering and bright red, clearly confused, disturbed, and terrified.

“That’s from Marcela,” she said with a little venom in her voice and a sickeningly sweet smile to match before turning away and walking to her class.

These hallways are mean || Santela

“No.” Marcela stared at Santana with what she hoped was a neutral face and not the guilty one she used when her twin accused her of staying up late watching anime. The smirk on the other’s face was answer enough though. “What does that even mean?” She wrinkled her nose before shaking her head and holding her hands up, dropping her notebooks in the process. “I don’t want to kn- oh my god.”

She couldn’t tell if she was more embarrassed about her clumsiness or her maybe not so secret after all crush on one of her best friends, who happened to be in love with his best friend, Tina Cohen-Chang. Either way, she avoided answering and instead got down to pick up her notebooks. “At least she doesn’t take my money,” she muttered. “She’s totally way cooler and not because she knows what I’m talking about when I saw Han shot first.”

Her voice cracked at the end when she realized which notebook had fallen open. She tried to play it cool though as she looked up at Santana. “Yeah, okay. That totally earned you cool points. Bye now, San.”

Santana’s cat-like grin spread with a knowing shake of her head. Marcela didn’t even have to answer the question because it was so obvious with her clumsiness. She’s always been a total klutz, but the timing for that was just way too perfect. Santana filed it away in the back of her head to make fun of her about later. There was only so much her sister ccould take before Santana considered it child abuse.

She listened to her stammer on, noticing how completely neurotic she was being as she tried to grab all her stuff. She wouldn’t say it was more than usual though, considering she once saw her have a mental breakdown after convincing her that their dad had thrown out her collection of comic junk to make room in the garage.

With a sigh, she bent down to help her before freezing half way.

“No freaking way,” she said, snatching the notebook from her sister and turning away to read it out loud

“You have a nice butt,” I said to him, dragging my finger against one of his wheels.

“Thanks, but I’m in a wheelchair,” he replied, a seductive glint in his eye as he released his brakes.

“It is in my imagination. Take me, Artie!” I cried out lustfully, falling into his waiting arms as he wheeled me away.

Santana couldn’t finish the page she was too busy laughing so hard tears started to fill her eyes. She thought she was about to pop a rib just from how hysterical she was.

These hallways are mean || Santela

“It’s not like I’m doing it because I actually like the class, I just need to get a good spot in the back…” She trailed off when she realized her real excuse wasn’t any better.

“Are you still dating him? I told you what he did to Artie last week!” Marcela huffed, but her hand went straight to her pocket to dig out her lunch money. “Fine, even if I know you won’t. Just stop calling yourself Auntie Tana, it’s weird. Like, I get it’s your super nice version of Snix, but you’re not my Auntie. Tía Connie’s way cooler.”

#f2f #these hallways are mean

“To what? Read your comic books?” Santana finished for her with a knowing look. Marcela had been doing it for basically her entire school life, Santana saw right through her. “And no, I’m not dating him dating him. Just dating him, you know? And what do I care about Wheels? Are you into him or something?”

Santana’s eyes followed her sister’s hand until it came back up with the cash, taking it from her and sliding it between her tits. “Seriously? You think Tía Connie is cooler than me? I guess all it takes is someone siding with you on one of your nerd debates after a few margaritas. I can’t believe you just sold Auntie Tana down the river like that, M. That’ll cost you at least two more dollars,” she said with a shrug, pulling out the rest of Marcela’s money from her pocket.

“Thank you. Now you can pass go. See, I know gamer language too.”

These hallways are mean || Santela

Marcela was late. She shoved her Chemistry textbook into her locker and pulled out a few notebooks before slamming the door closed. She’d been talking to Artie and Mercedes about Glee Club starting back up that she hadn’t realized how much time she’d wasted between classes. She was completely psyched, but if she didn’t get to her next class soon she’d have to sit in the front. That meant she’d get called on a lot more and that meant she would have to pay attention instead of reading comic books on the sly.

Of course, as she turned to head on her way to class, her twin blocked her path.

“Santana, can’t talk. I gotta get to class, ASAP.” She knew her sister wasn’t going to budge easily though and she sighed. “Okay, yeah. She did. She’d give some to you too again if she trusted you to spent it on lunch.”

“Slow your roll, M. The whole rushing to class thing is not a good look,” Santana said with a scoff, making no movement to let her sister get away quickly.

“Why would I pay for lunch? That’s what Puckerman is for. So why don’t we skip the third degree, and you help Auntie Tana out? You know I’ll pay you back.”

These hallways are mean || Santela

Santana slid her books into her locker with an annoyed huff. Her Spanish class always aggravated her since Mr. Schuester expected her to know everything while simultaneously butchering the Latin culture. She borderline hated him, and the word on the street was that he was going to take over that happy club or whatever, which made him even more unbearable .

Tightening her backpack straps, she headed down the hallway before recognizing a familiar face.

“Hey nerd,” she said, leaning against the lockers by Marcela’s. “Did mom give you lunch money? I’m broke as a joke.”