Santana walked away from the burning piano with a smirk on her face, she'd successfully sabotaged Mr Shue's project just as Sue had asked and she didn't even care.

She didn't glance back at the rest of the glee club when she left but she could feel their glares at her back, technically she wasn't even the one who'd set it alight, Quinn had seen to that with the end of her cigarette, all Santana had done was call the Cheerios up to dance.

Walking down the hallway, people moved aside as they saw her coming, she was top bitch around here ever since Quinn got herself all skanked up and Santana loved every second of it. She was heading back to Sue's office to tell her the good news with her hands on her hips, the hallway emptying out around her as students went to their classes.

Santana could hear rushed footsteps behind her as she walked but she ignored them, they'd have to go around her if they wanted to get past; Santana Lopez didn't move aside for anyone especially a late freshman.

The footsteps sped up and the Latina rolled her eyes waiting for the inevitable rush of a late student pushing past her but instead a hand came down on her shoulder, it startled her and she span around to find a not so cheery ex-warbler frowning at her.

Santana wasn't about to let Blaine Anderson see that he'd startled her so she snapped straight into bitch mode, "What do you want Hobbit?" she asked with a roll of her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.

Blaine had dealt with a few unsavoury students at Dalton but the way Santana snapped at him was unnerving. He tried to regain some of his composure and he folded his arms in a mirror action to hers, the bright yellow sunglasses perched on his head, slightly betraying the anger he felt.

He looked her straight in the eye as he spoke, "I want to know why you set fire to my piano." He said simply, "I've never done anything to you, I barely even know you, Santana."

Santana rolled her eyes again, "It wasn't about you Blanderson, this was about me. The only person I do things for is myself." She started to turn away from him to continue walking but she felt his hand on her arm to stop her.

"Santana, I'm not finished talking to you." He said softly, the Latina glared at his hand on her arm until he took it away again. "Sorry..." He cleared his throat quietly and looked down at his feet for a moment before looking back in her eyes.

"I don't care if you're finished talking to me or not, I'm done talking to you. So, I'll see you around." She turned and started walking away from him, hands once again planted on her hips.

"Santana, stop." He called after her louder than he had expected it to be but it had the desired effect. Santana stopped where she was and turned slowly to face him with her eyebrows raised.

Blaine sighed and walked towards her, "Look, I know that you like glee club so I just want to know why you did that. It is because you don't like me? Or is it something else?" He asked, stopping just in front of her and leaning against the row of lockers at his side.

"Get over yourself gel-boy; I already said this has fuck all to do with you." She glared at him, couldn't he get that it was about her not him. All she was doing was securing her place as Sue's right hand, if she didn't do it she would have been kicked out of the cheerios and she'd lose her college scholarship before she even got it.

Blaine looked at the Latina, seeing the conflict in her eyes and he nodded, "Okay, fine. It's got nothing to do with me, I can deal with that but you need to come up with a real excuse when you see Mr Shuester because he's not too happy about it." He said, turning away from her to walk back out to where the remains of his piano would still be smouldering.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She called out after him, now he'd pissed her off, no-one walked away from her; she was the one who did the walking away and everybody knew it.

Blaine didn't look back as he walked, he was never the one to be mean to anyone but for some reason he knew this was the best way to get to Santana, by doing something no-one else would dare to do.

As Blaine turned to walk down another corridor, Santana watched in disbelief until he'd vanished from sight then span on her heels to storm down to Sue's office.