035. [the heroic return!]

[itsahotone]

[Sup, Wonderland! Guess who's back! That's right, this girl. Santana magically shows up in the music room, dressed like this.

She's a little confused.]

Wha--

Where did the stage go...Brittany?

[Looking around...looking...looking...here it comes...]

This looks like...

.......

..................

...Oh hell no. No way. This is not--SEND ME

Comments

[akapeanut]

[Okay it's probably been enough time that she can video her. And, well, in a way she missed her. Kind of.]

You can talk so fast in Spanish...

[itsahotone]

[It's been almost a year for Santana! Not that that means anything to George.]

Thanks for the help. [She rolls her eyes, yet puts her hands on her hips and possibly looks like she may start crying.]

[akapeanut]

[Whoa boy.]

...H--hey. I know this place sucks but, you know it's not worth...crying over...

You know, then they win...

[How do you...comfort...]

[itsahotone]

'They'? The heinous bitch queen on the other side?

[akapeanut]

...I guess. I dunno, I was just trying to be helpful, shit!

[itsahotone]

What would be helpful is getting out of here again.

...What was your name, again?

[akapeanut]

[Ouch. This...keeps happening.]

George.

Yeah.

[itsahotone]

Right, okay.

We hooked up, right?

[akapeanut]

[FLINCH.]

Sh-- shut up!

[itsahotone]

[Guess that's a yes.]

Well excuse me. I've been gone like a year; I was just making sure I'm remembering the right people or whatever.

[Private!!!]

[akapeanut]

You said you wouldn't tell anyone. Like, last week. I now it's been a year for you or whatever fucking time travel shit is going on, but I kind of hoped you'd at least have the tact to realize I might not want you broadcasting that shit everywher

[WHATEVER, LAME-O]

[itsahotone]

[Cue the super concerned...eyeroll.]

Calm your tits. I remember your gay panic now, so whatever, move on. I need to find my room again and get out of these pants anyway.

[Details you needed.]

[akapeanut]

[Annoyed groan.]

It's not gay panic. Just. Privacy.

...What's wrong with your pants.

[itsahotone]

Uh, they're super tight and leather, and since I'm not performing anymore, I'd like to get out of them.

[See? See how tight they are? She'll show you and everything.]

[akapeanut]

[...Wow.]

What kind of performing were you doing back home?

[itsahotone]

Rehearsal for an assembly. [As if her outfit is totally expected for a high school assembly.] We're singing Blame it on the Alcohol.