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[auntietana.livejournal.com]

I like girls. Get over it!

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[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

*over it* Brittana 4-eva!

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[And Santana can't help but laugh a little at the reaction] If only it was that easy, Anderson.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

[smiles wanly] I know sweetie, but I'm on your side. Just so you know. Me and Kurt. <3

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

...Thanks. [God, that was hard for her to say]

Us gays have to stick together right. I always did wonder why my gaydar was so good.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

:D We should take over this school, hon, let them know who's in charge now.

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

[While Santana is distracted ripping the fresh meat in half down the hallway, Rachel slips the envelope into her locker. It's just some cards. Her Dad, her Daddy and her phone numbers on them. She'd forgotten to leave them with her on Saturday.]

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[Seriously, if one more person takes a crack at her things around here are going to get ugly.

After yelling insults at a hockey player she makes her way to her locker, noticing Rachel there. What now? It's not that she's not grateful or whatever for what she's doing it's just...weird being nice to her] What now, Berry?

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

My father's numbers. [She explains.] I forgot to give them to you on Saturday and-...well. Mine is there too. In case they're busy and you need to talk...

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[She pauses when she hears that, lifting the numbers and looking at them for a moment before shoving them back into her locker and closing the door.

Does she really have to say this? Guess she better] ...Thanks, Rachel. Don't think this means we're friends though. [At least that's not how she feels. Not yet]

[stolemyeyeliner.livejournal.com]

[Nods] Noted.

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[Seriously, if one more person takes a crack at her things around here are going to get ugly.

She had just finished yelling at a hockey player when she came across Kira in the hallway] Good, let's hope for your sake it stays that way Hummel.

[stolemyeyeliner.livejournal.com]

Me? What did I do? Santana, if there is someone who is completely on your side about this, it's me. Or did you forget my brother got thrown into a dumpster everyday for two years before being chased out of this school for being gay...I'm not...I'm the least of your worries.

But if you wanted to talk to someone...I'm here. And way cheaper than therapy. You can pay me in coffee.

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[Don't take it personally she's being like this with everyone at the moment. She just can't take it anymore, everything just seems to piss her off. She folds her arms across her chest] You're on my side? Right, well we'll see about that.

..What makes you think I need to talk to someone? [She totally does..]

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

*over it* Brittana 4-eva!

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[And Santana can't help but laugh a little at the reaction] If only it was that easy, Anderson.

[blainewanderson.livejournal.com]

[smiles wanly] I know sweetie, but I'm on your side. Just so you know. Me and Kurt. <3

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

...Thanks. [God, that was hard for her to say]

Us gays have to stick together right. I always did wonder why my gaydar was so good.

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

[While Santana is distracted ripping the fresh meat in half down the hallway, Rachel slips the envelope into her locker. It's just some cards. Her Dad, her Daddy and her phone numbers on them. She'd forgotten to leave them with her on Saturday.]

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[Seriously, if one more person takes a crack at her things around here are going to get ugly.

After yelling insults at a hockey player she makes her way to her locker, noticing Rachel there. What now? It's not that she's not grateful or whatever for what she's doing it's just...weird being nice to her] What now, Berry?

[acontrollist.livejournal.com]

My father's numbers. [She explains.] I forgot to give them to you on Saturday and-...well. Mine is there too. In case they're busy and you need to talk...

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[She pauses when she hears that, lifting the numbers and looking at them for a moment before shoving them back into her locker and closing the door.

Does she really have to say this? Guess she better] ...Thanks, Rachel. Don't think this means we're friends though. [At least that's not how she feels. Not yet]

[stolemyeyeliner.livejournal.com]

[Nods] Noted.

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[Seriously, if one more person takes a crack at her things around here are going to get ugly.

She had just finished yelling at a hockey player when she came across Kira in the hallway] Good, let's hope for your sake it stays that way Hummel.

[stolemyeyeliner.livejournal.com]

Me? What did I do? Santana, if there is someone who is completely on your side about this, it's me. Or did you forget my brother got thrown into a dumpster everyday for two years before being chased out of this school for being gay...I'm not...I'm the least of your worries.

But if you wanted to talk to someone...I'm here. And way cheaper than therapy. You can pay me in coffee.

[auntietana.livejournal.com]

[Don't take it personally she's being like this with everyone at the moment. She just can't take it anymore, everything just seems to piss her off. She folds her arms across her chest] You're on my side? Right, well we'll see about that.

..What makes you think I need to talk to someone? [She totally does..]