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[Glee] Cheerful (Santana/Brittany; Sue gen)
Title: Cheerful
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1138 words
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glee_anon: Sue makes Brittany head cheerleader ahead of Santana. What are her reasons? How does Santana react?
Pairing: Santana/Brittany; Sue gen
Other: From Sue's point of view, so warning for homophobic/racist commentary.
Excerpt: "Her? You made her captain? Brittany forgets her rights and lefts! I had to write them on the back of her hands yesterday."
She needed someone malleable this time, someone she could use. Q was a good second-in-command, but then she ended up with her own ideas, and look where she was now: playing happy family with the Glee Club instead of going to boot camp with the Cheerios (Sue had an in with the Marines, who had given her parents an award for their Nazi-hunting services). And not only had Quinn softened disgustingly like a protein shake left out in the sun, but she managed to take Brittany and Santana with her. They took their eyes off the prize and for that she should be firing them, not promoting them; but she got the gay kid out of it, and the black girl for a while, so instead of riding them harder every practice, Sue let them do both. For a while.
But it was entirely demeaning to have to schedule Cheerios practice around the whims of that pimple Schuester. And Sue could only tolerate a certain amount of dissension in the ranks. Santana and Brittany dropped their boyfriends and walked down the hall with their pinkies locked, which nearly made Sue throw up in her mouth. Cheerios were encouraged to date because Sue believed that football players only wanted skinny chicks, and emotional abuse from a lover was sometimes even more efficient than emotional abuse from her. But now their loyalty was to each other, and even if Sue encouraged dating (boys), she didn't encourage friendship among her girls. The fear of backstabbing kept many backs straight and pyramids firm.
So Sue spent an afternoon locked in her office, brainstorming in her journal, and she came out with a plan.
*
Santana slammed back into her office about thirty seconds after practice ended.
"Her? You made her captain? Brittany forgets her rights and lefts! I had to write them on the back of her hands yesterday."
She was so angry that she was completely disregarding the power Sue had over her. A girl who had cried last year over losing tanning privileges (why did she go tanning anyway? It wasn't as if she was a gringo) was now vibrating with anger, her hands clutching at Sue's desk. Any longer and she'd leave an imprint. Sue stared at the offending limbs. Cutting Santana's hands off wouldn't be practical in the long run, but it would be satisfying.
Santana followed her gaze, and she did have some remaining self-preservation, because she let go of the desk like it was hot, throwing her hands up in the air before executing an eyeroll Sue recognized from Quinn. Oh, Quinn really could have been something-- she was a good teacher.
Sue didn't smile, though she wanted to. For once something was going according to plan.
"Brittany is my choice," she said flippantly. "Don't like it? Then get out." She pointed to the door.
"But I thought that I--" Santana gestured expressively. "You know I worked hard for this." A jut of the hip,and a scowl. It was the textbook bitchiness that Sue looked for in all of her captains. But that could wait.
"Being the Cheerio captain is much more difficult than dressing up like Morticia Adams and singing about unhappy relationships, S." Sue crossed her arms. "Out."
"That was last year, it doesn't matter--"
Sue pushed her out the door and slammed it. She could hear the frustrated shriek even through the sound-proofing.
She smiled.
*
It lasted for a week. Brittany and Santana came to practice separately and she didn't see them touching in that disgustingly easy manner in the hallways. Santana was on again with Puck, which Sue wasn't completely thrilled with, given his track record, so she shoved him up against a locker and told him exactly what would happen if he got another one of her Cheerios pregnant (and after that any time he saw her he would duck into the nearest classroom, just in case, hands over his crotch).
Brittany was an awful captain. So Sue let her give direction and just talked over her. That worked, even if it was making her throat tired, having to yell into the megaphone all the time. She drank more shakes and powered through it. This was nothing. Now her Cheerios were perfect little cogs again.
But after only one perfect week, the two of them actually missed practice, and had the gall to come in the next day holding hands. Sue seethed and stared. Santana looked like the cat who swallowed the canary. Brittany was actually-- was she skipping?
"What's this?" Sue demanded, folding her arms and glaring. Her steps were clipped as she crossed the gym floor. She knew without turning that the rest of the Cheerios were grinning in relief; someone else was the brunt of her ire.
"They sung to us," Brittany said dreamily. "And told us not to fight."
Santana glared right back at Sue. "You can't go one week without trying to ruin Glee. But this is low, even for you."
Sue scowled. "You don't know the meaning of low, S. And neither do I. There's only winning or losing."
"If you do something like this again, we're quitting. And Kurt."
Kurt's eyes went wide and Sue twisted around to catch his expression. He'd missed practice too, come to think of it, though he'd produced a doctor's note. She'd told him that wasn't an acceptable excuse-- only coroner's notes-- but had he been singing with the rest of that wretched club? Had he been convincing those girls that their devotion and friendship was worth their time?
He wasn't getting any solos for a week. At least. And Schuester was going to hear about this. Encouraging togetherness in Glee was apparently one step from encouraging togetherness in the Cheerios, and the very idea made Sue want to throw up in her mouth.
"You are on notice," she snapped. "And Brittany, I'm removing you from being captain."
"Do I still get to wear the hat?"
Sue ignored that. After a moment's long consideration, she appointed herself captain, cutting out the middleman. New flunkies were going to have to be found, but she wasn't going to give them any true power.
"Find your places, people!" she howled, and they scrambled to do so. She clapped her hands and found the megaphone and began to put them through their paces.
And even though she watched with an eagle eye, Brittany and Santana were as skillful as she could wish. It was completely ridiculous.
"If I hear any singing in this gym again, I will personally remove your tongues!"
Tomorrow, Sue would go back to her journal and come up with a new plan.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1138 words
Prompt:
glee_anon: Sue makes Brittany head cheerleader ahead of Santana. What are her reasons? How does Santana react?Pairing: Santana/Brittany; Sue gen
Other: From Sue's point of view, so warning for homophobic/racist commentary.
Excerpt: "Her? You made her captain? Brittany forgets her rights and lefts! I had to write them on the back of her hands yesterday."
She needed someone malleable this time, someone she could use. Q was a good second-in-command, but then she ended up with her own ideas, and look where she was now: playing happy family with the Glee Club instead of going to boot camp with the Cheerios (Sue had an in with the Marines, who had given her parents an award for their Nazi-hunting services). And not only had Quinn softened disgustingly like a protein shake left out in the sun, but she managed to take Brittany and Santana with her. They took their eyes off the prize and for that she should be firing them, not promoting them; but she got the gay kid out of it, and the black girl for a while, so instead of riding them harder every practice, Sue let them do both. For a while.
But it was entirely demeaning to have to schedule Cheerios practice around the whims of that pimple Schuester. And Sue could only tolerate a certain amount of dissension in the ranks. Santana and Brittany dropped their boyfriends and walked down the hall with their pinkies locked, which nearly made Sue throw up in her mouth. Cheerios were encouraged to date because Sue believed that football players only wanted skinny chicks, and emotional abuse from a lover was sometimes even more efficient than emotional abuse from her. But now their loyalty was to each other, and even if Sue encouraged dating (boys), she didn't encourage friendship among her girls. The fear of backstabbing kept many backs straight and pyramids firm.
So Sue spent an afternoon locked in her office, brainstorming in her journal, and she came out with a plan.
*
Santana slammed back into her office about thirty seconds after practice ended.
"Her? You made her captain? Brittany forgets her rights and lefts! I had to write them on the back of her hands yesterday."
She was so angry that she was completely disregarding the power Sue had over her. A girl who had cried last year over losing tanning privileges (why did she go tanning anyway? It wasn't as if she was a gringo) was now vibrating with anger, her hands clutching at Sue's desk. Any longer and she'd leave an imprint. Sue stared at the offending limbs. Cutting Santana's hands off wouldn't be practical in the long run, but it would be satisfying.
Santana followed her gaze, and she did have some remaining self-preservation, because she let go of the desk like it was hot, throwing her hands up in the air before executing an eyeroll Sue recognized from Quinn. Oh, Quinn really could have been something-- she was a good teacher.
Sue didn't smile, though she wanted to. For once something was going according to plan.
"Brittany is my choice," she said flippantly. "Don't like it? Then get out." She pointed to the door.
"But I thought that I--" Santana gestured expressively. "You know I worked hard for this." A jut of the hip,and a scowl. It was the textbook bitchiness that Sue looked for in all of her captains. But that could wait.
"Being the Cheerio captain is much more difficult than dressing up like Morticia Adams and singing about unhappy relationships, S." Sue crossed her arms. "Out."
"That was last year, it doesn't matter--"
Sue pushed her out the door and slammed it. She could hear the frustrated shriek even through the sound-proofing.
She smiled.
*
It lasted for a week. Brittany and Santana came to practice separately and she didn't see them touching in that disgustingly easy manner in the hallways. Santana was on again with Puck, which Sue wasn't completely thrilled with, given his track record, so she shoved him up against a locker and told him exactly what would happen if he got another one of her Cheerios pregnant (and after that any time he saw her he would duck into the nearest classroom, just in case, hands over his crotch).
Brittany was an awful captain. So Sue let her give direction and just talked over her. That worked, even if it was making her throat tired, having to yell into the megaphone all the time. She drank more shakes and powered through it. This was nothing. Now her Cheerios were perfect little cogs again.
But after only one perfect week, the two of them actually missed practice, and had the gall to come in the next day holding hands. Sue seethed and stared. Santana looked like the cat who swallowed the canary. Brittany was actually-- was she skipping?
"What's this?" Sue demanded, folding her arms and glaring. Her steps were clipped as she crossed the gym floor. She knew without turning that the rest of the Cheerios were grinning in relief; someone else was the brunt of her ire.
"They sung to us," Brittany said dreamily. "And told us not to fight."
Santana glared right back at Sue. "You can't go one week without trying to ruin Glee. But this is low, even for you."
Sue scowled. "You don't know the meaning of low, S. And neither do I. There's only winning or losing."
"If you do something like this again, we're quitting. And Kurt."
Kurt's eyes went wide and Sue twisted around to catch his expression. He'd missed practice too, come to think of it, though he'd produced a doctor's note. She'd told him that wasn't an acceptable excuse-- only coroner's notes-- but had he been singing with the rest of that wretched club? Had he been convincing those girls that their devotion and friendship was worth their time?
He wasn't getting any solos for a week. At least. And Schuester was going to hear about this. Encouraging togetherness in Glee was apparently one step from encouraging togetherness in the Cheerios, and the very idea made Sue want to throw up in her mouth.
"You are on notice," she snapped. "And Brittany, I'm removing you from being captain."
"Do I still get to wear the hat?"
Sue ignored that. After a moment's long consideration, she appointed herself captain, cutting out the middleman. New flunkies were going to have to be found, but she wasn't going to give them any true power.
"Find your places, people!" she howled, and they scrambled to do so. She clapped her hands and found the megaphone and began to put them through their paces.
And even though she watched with an eagle eye, Brittany and Santana were as skillful as she could wish. It was completely ridiculous.
"If I hear any singing in this gym again, I will personally remove your tongues!"
Tomorrow, Sue would go back to her journal and come up with a new plan.