Santana laughed again, already liking this chick. Super nerdy, yeah, and dreads were rarely en vogue, but hey. She rarely performed on stage with a girl that spent most of her life in knee highs and animal sweaters. Literally anything was a step up.
"Nah. This is just a shitty library, and I figured that was the best you were going to get." If her tone was defensive, that was because she was feeling defensive. Sure, libraries weren't really her thing - Quinn was the one with the secret book kink and the obsession with oppressive silence - but she resented the assumption that she'd be unfamiliar with what they were like, or what they were for. She had a 3.72 overall GPA. She had her shit together. Hell, she would bet that only like, 20% of kids her age knew what Encyclopedia Britannica was, if the number was even that high. She was smart, dammit.
Despite her irritation, though, she couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Hey, I know a guy with a fetish for hairdos that look like the well-oiled pubes of a granola lesbian, so, yeah. Wouldn't be that strange."