Why was Santana eyeing me so much? Was she suddenly mad at me? Why this time? 

She stopped me around the halls, holding me by the arm. My friend pointed at my legs, making a face of displeasure.

“Is that my skirt?!” Santana demanded to know, outraged.

“What do you mean ‘this is your skirt’?” I was dumbfounded by the accusation.

“I have a skirt that looks exactly like that one” She assured, convinced and determined. 

“Well, congratulations” I sassily replied, getting her hand off my arm. “But I bought this one yesterday, it isn’t yours”

“You can’t wear that skirt if it looks like mine!”

“First of all, I can. Second of all, you can’t even wear it at school because you have to wear the Cheerios unform. And third of all, it looks better on me” 

I was scared that I went too far when I analyzed her expression. Or should I say, her glare. 

Santana silently pierced me with her dark eyes for a moment before rolling her eyes and chuckling at my sassiness. 

“It does look good on you, Y/N” She complied after a moment. “But not better than it does on me” 

“Whatever you say, Santana” I sarcastically replied, even smiling.

Taking advantage that Mr S hadn’t arrived yet, we were all messing around. Singing, dancing, laughing and just having fun. 

I fondly looked at my friends, loving that moment and feeling like it had been a long time since I laughed so hard. My attention was focused on Finn and Mercedes, though. 

Us girls were joking about Finn’s dancing and giggling at it too since he was being goofy. And knowing it made us laugh, he obviously kept at it. 

I held my stomach in laughter, since it had started to hurt, and leaned back in my chair. I screamt, however, when I felt myself falling backwards. 

With the sound of me screaming, most of them stopped what they were doing. The rest didn’t notice my clumsiness.

“Y/N, why are you on the floor?” Kurt asked me, craning his neck to try and see me. 

It didn’t even bother me that I was on the floor now, being in the middle of a laughing fit.

I just took a few seconds to recover from my giggles until they stopped.

“Y/N?” Mercedes asked me worriedly. Just then, everyone else grew aware of the situation and focused their attention on me.

“What the hell happened?!” Puck exclaimed, staring at me.

“I fell of my chair!” I chuckled, lying down on my back since I had been on my side.

“Are you hurt?” Artie tried to help me up.

“No, it’s fine” I said, leaning on his knee to get to my feet.

“Are you alright?” Finn worried too, holding my arm to pull me up.

“Yeah, don’t worry” Just as I was finishing talking, Rachel let out a low guffaw.

“Rachel!” Kurt told her off, softly slapping her arm.

“Sorry”

“It was pretty funny” Brittany agreed, grinning.