Title: Meek, Gleek, and Bleak
Summary: Missing moments from Glee season three. 1 - Blaine goes up to Santana in the hall after Schue kicks her out.
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights for the characters and the world go to their owners. I, in no way, believe – or would lead others to believe – that I own Glee. Though, I would have no objections to having some time with this cast.

Author's Note: Blurbs that don't really have a home and don't really need one either. Review please.

One ~ Bad Day?

"Bad day?" he asked. Santana rolled her eyes. Must he state the obvious?

"You were there, Baby Bottle Pop. You heard Schuester. You know what, he's freaking stupid if he thinks he's going to find someone more committed than me. I was half a virgin when I joined that club."

Blaine looked on curiously. "Did you just quote Mean Girls?"

Santana scoffed.

"Why does it not surprise me that you know that movie? Do you and Hummel sit around and debate who's Aaron Samuels and who's Cady Heron?"

"Did you and Brittany?"

Yes. Santana was Cady every time. She was the only one who would change herself for people she didn't really give a damn about only to wind up alone and grounded and just sort of pathetic. Her current predicament was case and point.

"Screw this. I'm out of here," said Santana with a slam to her locker door. She brushed off Blaine's next attempt to talk to her. She didn't need to hear any of his wise old man crap. He was a rookie in matters of the heart, and she was like that old bitter guy in Monster House who yelled at the kids to protect them from getting hurt. She figured that was what she was doing. Protecting Blaine by keeping him away. Everyone who got close to her wound up fucked up. Quinn, Brittany, Puck, herself.

Santana slumped down against the wall. Her hair dragged slowly down, Cheerios ponytail abandoned for something that was meant to make her feel less like a sell out. Instead, she just felt Blaine's words, seeping into every cell in her body. She scoffed. Bad day? What about bad year?