Jealousy

"Come on, you think this is hard? Try having a colonoscopy while being interviewed by Barbara Walters! That's hard!"

Quinn tried her best to drown out Coach Sylvesters screaming through her megaphone, trying her best to focus on the cheer routine. As head cheerleader, the blond was in charge of leading her squad to victory for nationals next week, and she was never one to fail. They were going to win with flying colours and look good doing it.

"Tighten up that pony San, this next routies tough." Quinn gave a sarcastic grin to Santana as they were getting into position.

Santana, had she not been busy getting into said position, would have spat at the blond. Why did she get to be head cheerleader anyway? Having perfect grades and being the most popular girl in school wasn't enough for her? Not like stretch marks deserved any of that. No, she deserved to be taken down a peg. And Santana had a good idea on how to do that...

Santana got in her position on the field next to Brittany, with Quinn standing in front of the two of them like a pack leader. God, the girl was insufferable. Santana noticed the zipper on the back of Quinn's cheerio's top, seeing that it wasn't fully zipped up. So not everything with the blond was perfect. Probably had to quickly pull her top back on after a hot and heavy makeout session with that freak Berry. Santana had to hold herself back from puking at the thought.

Awaiting for Coach Sylvesters instructions to begin, Santana sneakily leaned forward, pulling the zipper on the back of the shirt down, slow enough so Quinn wouldn't notice. As the zipper fell past her lower back, Quinn's pink bra strap came into view, and Santana kept pulling until it was completly unzipped, nothing but gravity and Quinn's static shoulders keeping it in place.

"Alright squad. Ready. Let's go!"

Quinn's cheer signaled the start of the routing, the cheerios beginning their impressive display of dancing and acrobatic flips. Part way through the routine, Quinn could feel her top beginning to slip off her shoulders. Crap, her zipper must have come undone! Quinn momenterily stopped to attempt to fex her, at this point half way off top.

"Q! What are you doing? Stay in formation!"

Quinn listened to Coach Sylvester's order, getting back to the cheerio's routine, feeling her top slip lower and lower , exposing her pink bra and milky flesh to the air. During one of her last flips, Quinn felt the top slide off completly, the perfect blond standing there in nothing but her bra. Quinn's face reddened, breaking fromation to attempt to grab her top, before a tan hand got to it first. Quinn watched Santana grab her top and throw it clear of the cheer squad.

Quinn scowled at Santana, getting back into the routine, not wanting to give the Latina the satisfaction. She would show her commitment to Coach Sylvester, staying in formation even when she was having a very public wardrobe malfunction.

Santana smiled, if Quinn's beet red face was any indication, her plan of embarrassing the head cheerleader was working perfectly. And Santana was far from done...