Santana's opening words after Karofsky picked up her call were, "I'm in a stupid musical."
He set down the cumbersome journal article he was reading and tried to picture what Santana's face looked like as she delivered this information. Santana had a tendency to announce that many things were stupid, sucked, or were otherwise not worth her time.
But sometimes she said things were stupid when she was actually proud of them. "I didn't know community colleges had theater departments."
"Yeah, College Boy Karofsky, we have all sorts of things: theater departments, running water, indoor toilets..."
He had to roll his eyes; for someone who declared from practically the moment they started "dating" in high school, until their convenient break-up when he headed for Cleveland and OSU and she stayed put in Lima for community college, that she was uninterested in a 4-year institution of learning, she took every opportunity to give him shit about perceived insults. She'd actually gotten worse when he told her, on a recent visit home, that he was pretty sure he'd be going to grad school for his master's in engineering.
Sighing, he grumbled, "Okay, okay, don't be such a grouch. What's the play?"
As always, Santana's changeful nature made him smile, because she blurted delightedly, "West Side Story!" Then, catching herself, she said, in a more dismissive tone, "It's totally old and mostly boring, but I get a solo. I'm going to sing 'America.' Do you know that song?"
Dave said, "Yeah," neglecting to mention that the unfortunate reason he did know the song was because Kurt E. Hummel believed gay education not only included PFLAG chapters and candlelight vigils, but renting some of the most annoying films he had ever had the misfortune to endure, including the old, melodramatic film version of West Side Story.
There was a moment or two of silence, and then Santana snapped, "...Well, you don't have to come to see it in December. Like I said, it's stupid."
While Dave was always the first to say--to Azimo; to his college roommate, who could not stop staring at Santana's surgically altered boobs; even to his parents when they wondered, confused, why he remained friends with his crazy, community-college-attending ex-girlfriend--that though Santana was a girl, she was the toughest person he knew, easily capable of taking on any dude, with words or with hair-pulling and shin-kicking and face-slapping (well, he didn't tell his parents that part; just that Santana was a stand-up individual who would always be there for him and defend him)...so much so that it was hardly like being friends with a girl at all.
Until she pulled shit like this and reminded him just how much of a girl she really was.
"Come on, Lopez, don't be such a puss; of course I'll come and see your stupid play."
The other end of the line was silent, but he knew that tough love was usually all it took to get her to smile.
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Glee, Santana & Karofsky, Okay By Me in Lima, Ohio, America, Part I
Date: 2011-06-21 11:02 pm (UTC)He set down the cumbersome journal article he was reading and tried to picture what Santana's face looked like as she delivered this information. Santana had a tendency to announce that many things were stupid, sucked, or were otherwise not worth her time.
But sometimes she said things were stupid when she was actually proud of them. "I didn't know community colleges had theater departments."
"Yeah, College Boy Karofsky, we have all sorts of things: theater departments, running water, indoor toilets..."
He had to roll his eyes; for someone who declared from practically the moment they started "dating" in high school, until their convenient break-up when he headed for Cleveland and OSU and she stayed put in Lima for community college, that she was uninterested in a 4-year institution of learning, she took every opportunity to give him shit about perceived insults. She'd actually gotten worse when he told her, on a recent visit home, that he was pretty sure he'd be going to grad school for his master's in engineering.
Sighing, he grumbled, "Okay, okay, don't be such a grouch. What's the play?"
As always, Santana's changeful nature made him smile, because she blurted delightedly, "West Side Story!" Then, catching herself, she said, in a more dismissive tone, "It's totally old and mostly boring, but I get a solo. I'm going to sing 'America.' Do you know that song?"
Dave said, "Yeah," neglecting to mention that the unfortunate reason he did know the song was because Kurt E. Hummel believed gay education not only included PFLAG chapters and candlelight vigils, but renting some of the most annoying films he had ever had the misfortune to endure, including the old, melodramatic film version of West Side Story.
There was a moment or two of silence, and then Santana snapped, "...Well, you don't have to come to see it in December. Like I said, it's stupid."
While Dave was always the first to say--to Azimo; to his college roommate, who could not stop staring at Santana's surgically altered boobs; even to his parents when they wondered, confused, why he remained friends with his crazy, community-college-attending ex-girlfriend--that though Santana was a girl, she was the toughest person he knew, easily capable of taking on any dude, with words or with hair-pulling and shin-kicking and face-slapping (well, he didn't tell his parents that part; just that Santana was a stand-up individual who would always be there for him and defend him)...so much so that it was hardly like being friends with a girl at all.
Until she pulled shit like this and reminded him just how much of a girl she really was.
"Come on, Lopez, don't be such a puss; of course I'll come and see your stupid play."
The other end of the line was silent, but he knew that tough love was usually all it took to get her to smile.