Santana almost hadn't let them in. The most dangerous thing she'd ever had to deal with before she got here was Puck dragging her along for a bit of vandalism. She tried not to show it, but she was terrified. Those things - whatever they were, had been trying to get in the last couple of days. The scratching had kept her up all night, she was starting to get bags under her eyes.

Bags under her eyes. Like an ugly girl.

"That psycho bitch probably realized she can't fulfill any of her freakish lesbian fantasies if we're all dead," she spat, her tone carrying significanty more disdain than it had on day one.