"Bitch-" Santana started tilting her head and tight to emphasize just how not okay Mercy's comment ways. "Please. I'm hilarious. And I told you a fucking cheerleader, so you knew I was a teenager. Everything you needed to know was right there." Seriously, why did people keep calling her unfunny? She was nowhere near unfunny. "Clearly your hanging out with people that catch fleas easier than they catch the meaning of a joke is your real issue hear. Don't take that shit out on me.
She rolled her eyes at both the look and the comment, suddenly regretting this decision. Mercy was kind of awesome, and a total bitch (even if she hid it sort of well), but this whole 'I'm gonna treat you like my petulant teenage kid?' No la sirve. She wasn't putting up with that shit. No way.
"I might kill you in your sleep if you don't cut that shit out," Santana said, putting her palm out toward Mercy and moving it in a circular motion, making it clear she was referring to her facial expression. "I mean damn. I left my mami at home, okay?"