“No?” Santana challenged with a grin. “No?” She nudged her again, loving the reaction she was getting from Brittney. “What do you mean no?” Nudge, nudge… “Why are you giggling then?” Nudge, nudge…
Santana scoffed. “Quinn is one of those Jesus freaks or something so I doubt she would even if you are a total biscuit,” she told Brittney wanting to make it clear it wasn’t because Brittney was anything but smokin’ hot. “She is joining the Abstinece Club, of all things!” She rolled her eyes.
The next name totally horrified her. “That…girl from the Glee Club?” She didn’t even wait for an answer. “Nononononono…she is a total Melvin. You need to stay away from her. She is toxic to popularity. That’s the kind of girl that is already getting rumors she’s a dyke.”
Santana sighed and got a grip on herself. “We should play a game then,” Santana suggested. “This is how you play. You touch wherever a boy has touched you on me and vice versa starting wherever you want.” Demonstrating, she reached out and held Brittney’s hand beneath the blanket.