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Rewatched 'If I Can't Have You' and started questioning who is dumber, me or the writers.

Santana goes off about wanting fame above all else, and how the song contextualize that. But it's very clearly a lie. I assumed she got embarassed by Schue's weird lawyer assumption after singing her first public love song to Brittany. But this episode frames it as a legit desire. And she books an international commercial withing her first months in NYC.

See, Santana was characterized as someone who values her eduaction, and both in Michael and at the end of Gleever, she seemed willing and even wanting to get an higher eduaction. But then she dropped out in Diva due to alienation and disinterest. And in Little Tapestry she mentions wanting to ho back.

To sum it up, like, is this decent writing? Like, I guess Santana was starstruck after meeting Blaine's brother, but to such a degree? Was the fame thing properly set up or implied before Gleever happened? Does this add nuance to Santana's charactet or is this a classic case of Glee being Glee? Yeah, real people are allowed to have multipule interests, motives, and conflicting ambitions, but fiction doesn't typically operate this way.

What I'm asking is how would you approach the topic of fame and education when analyizing Santana.

Would love to hear your thoughts. And I apologize for this jumbled mess.

Okay Anon, I know it's been a while, apologies, but I hope you're reading this and if so thanks for bearing with me. (Maybe give me a shout if you are reading lol.) This wasn't a mess at all, I loved reading this message and I'm always, always down for Santanalysis, when I have the time that is. And now I do, so let's get into it because I was also thinking about this exact topic when I rewatched Glee-ver so I was so grateful to get this ask. Also ftr the writers are definitely dumber because they are incompetent and you’re a smart egg. We’re gonna read into things and do the writers’ job for them, as with all Glee meta but that’s just to make sense of things and ponder more about Santana’s ch than the writers ever did.

To make a long story short, I think her genuine desire for fame but also If I Can’t Have You being about Brittany can coexist. I remember reading such a bad take on this song on reddit and I’ve been defensive of it ever since lol. I think you’re right, it’s both a song dedicated to Brittany and Santana getting defensive when Schue makes his weird assumptions, but it was also about fame. Because at this point in the story Santana has realised she wants fame and she wants to shine but she’s highly insecure and unsure about the how, so the questioning and assumptions from Will don’t help. And though she’s out and proud, we all remember how that went down and so it’s little wonder she also lashes out because of the romantic implications. It’s not that she doesn’t love Brittany and the song wasn’t, in part, for her, but Santana really does not like to be defined by others. Is it any wonder. So she sets Schue right on both accounts.

That’s the If I Can’t Have You of it all, now on the topic of Santana, education, and more crucially fame.

I say more crucially fame because I think to explore education would be a side tangent that includes a lot, i.e. even more speculation since Glee never bothered clearing things up about her upbringing. For example, we can headcanon that her claims of Lima Heights do have validity and that she didn’t grow up well-off because her dad was actively studying to be a doctor and only began working when she was slightly older. Thus installing in her an sense of importance when it comes to education, but who knows how Alma and Maribel played a role in that. This is just a headcanon that tries to make the pieces fit, and I think it’s worth exploring in its own post, but this is gonna be long enough even if we mainly focus on fame.

So for now I’m just gonna agree with you and say that those examples do point to Santana valuing education. I think there’s power in her doing so, as an Afro-Latina woman, as characters like Sebastian and Sue throw racist insults relating to education at her. Heck, even Glee itself as a TV show implies things like sex work in relation to her over and over again, which we know the show has fucked up views of, and the whole Glee-ver plot is, if we’re honest, about Santana being shallow and learning to value education as the “proper” route. Oh, Flopson. I mean, tell me this isn’t how it’s framed.

I wouldn’t go as far to call it decent writing, especially because Flopson himself is involved, but it’s writing we can make work and I think season 4 is a decent enough attempt at giving her an actual arc about this. Santana’s later seasons storyline, from season 3B up until 5x19 is mainly about two key things: friendships and her career/future. Post-coming out (khmm, outing), I think the writers struggled as to how best involve Santana in the main story but she was popular and Naya could more than carry it so they tried and found these two pillars. Were they aware that these two were the main things, not sure; season 6 tells me no. But to me everything to do with Santana in this period leads back to these two concepts, and the career/future one obviously leads us to fame.

To answer, Was the fame thing properly set up or implied before Gleever happened?, I’ll say kinda but again, let’s not give Glee too much credit. Season 2 began building Santana up as a powerhouse performer who can’t be counted out and, finally, 2x21 Funeral made it clear that she had ambitions about performing. She auditions for the solo and then clearly cares so much when they lose at Nationals. Santana grew to care for Glee and as her role expanded, the writing made more of an effort to not only feature Naya’s voice but give an in-universe reason as to why Santana’s singing so often. So we have that sort of buildup in season 2 (and trust me I have thoughts on s2 and how much Santana sings and its narrative relevance, but another day). Then, with the Troubletones plot it’s Mercedes, best girl Mercedes who recognizes Santana’s talent and ignites this need to be heard and seen.

I think we can, if we’re being generous to Glee’s writing, view all of this as preamble to her post-graduation plans and desire for fame. Santana loves to perform and knows she’s damn good at it. And while yes, she does say she doesn’t care how she gets there, I think it’s pretty clear she’s primarily going for a performing arts type of thing even in Glee-ver. I think she had blind ambition even before Schue started making weird assumptions and she got defensive but then everything is just to cover up the insecurity of not knowing what she’s doing and what she wants. She doesn’t have the passion for Broadway that “Gayberry” do and isn’t so sure about being a recording artist like Mercedes is. Glee later tries to frame this uncertainty as her being lazy but we’re gonna ignore that racist implication and say fuck you to Glee for it. Santana’s not lazy, she’s just... lost. And I do believe this adds nuance to her character, we just have to dig rather deep. Luckily I have a shovel reserved just for Santanalysis.

I would say there’s enough in season 2 and 3 to make us buy that she wouldn’t be comfortable in Kentucky and the University of Louisville. Santana values education but she feels out of place there and, after trying to move towards the past and being convinced by Brittany to follow her dreams instead, she goes to NYC where she continues to be unsure about what she wants exactly. I like this general arc for her, even though it doesn’t get a proper resolution, because I think it shows that she has ambition and has a passion for performing but just doesn’t know how to channel that. To go back to If I Can’t Have You, her speech was the embodiment of this young teenage fire and ambition that doesn’t actually have a plan in mind. Just the goal of fame.

Now, why she wants fame so bad is something that made me a think a lot. Why do people want to be famous? Rachel, for example has a layered but pretty easy to understand relationship with fame and her arc has always centered it. The writers, when bothering to make Santana more than a vapid cheerleader didn’t fully think her relationship with fame through. I think the most convincing argument is that she wants to be seen and understood, loved even, and wants it through something that she loves, performing. She says in 2x20 Prom Queen that she just wants one night where she’s accepted and not an outsider, and what is being famous if not getting the public’s approval. And I think one of my favourite Santana quotes also ties into this:

You taught me to be a strong Latina woman. To be bigger than the world was ever gonna give me permission to be. And I have.

Santana tells Alma in 6x06 What the World Needs Now. Santana has a funny relationship with people’s expectations of her and shaping perceptions, so I don’t think it’s unreasonable to say that part of her wanting fame is wanting to be bigger than the world wanted her to be. As an Afro-Latina lesbian who suffered so much to fit in, now wanting to shape her own image and shining like the star she is. I think initial blind ambition, tempered with education that she then leaves behind to pursue all kinds of things - dance, acting, Broadway, music, PR - makes for an interesting story. I sure wish it was better developed and, you know, leading somewhere, but I think it fits with her character. And her desire, often aimless desire for fame coexists with the voice in her head that does think education is important.

UofL wasn’t for her, either way, and it wasn’t something she chose in the first place (and, actually, someone remind me to write about her relationship with cheerleading and her ultimately rejecting it) but like you mentioned she decides to go back to college in season 6. I really like that for her, even if we never find out more. I like that she tries a bunch of different things with some success and some failure, until she finds a firmer sense of self with her friends and her wife and then decides to take a step back and get a degree after all. I wish we knew more about her major or even where she ended up going (NYU?) but I’ll take the breadcrumbs I can get from season 6.

Like I said there’s more to explore about her relationship with education, but so much of that depends on how we headcanon her homelife. We do know that education matters to her, but UofL just wasn’t the way and Santana’s story was one where she needed time to figure things out. I’d say her obsession with fame, to the degree it manifests in Glee-ver and how it’s handled, is not exactly well set up but it overall works for her character. She wants things but doesn’t know exactly what they are and how to achieve them. She has a tendency to go overboard and think too much of others’ expectations, which in turn make her want to rebel against them. Fame, for whatever reason, is a good enough motivation for her to have in the latter half of the series and it gets somewhat of a decent setup in the first half. Personally, my main beef with Santana when it comes to education and fame isn’t even that, it’s just the lack of a proper resolution. If we had that there’d be much more to discuss.

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How You Turn My World; Chapter 3

As the reality of your situation sets in, you try your best to survive in the Underground... and find a way out. Little do you know though, someone else is trying to find you.

Character; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, more shenanigans, getting more into the meat and bones of this fic

Content Warnings; Swearing

Word Count; 3.2 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Do not put my work into AI - I will push you into the Bog of Eternal Stench

Your night for the most part was uneventful. The horrid screaming had thankfully went in the opposite direction, away from your tree-top abode. Although throughout the night, little crowds of glowing eyes had amassed at the bottom of the tree, but they made no attempts to reach you. Even though they couldn’t reach you, you couldn’t help but feel unnerved, since all you could see was their eyeshine, and hear them chittering to each other.

Great, they’re probably pointing and laughing at the new fool in town. ‘Oh, look, Jim, a new plaything! Don’t they look stupid hanging in a tree like that? Fufufu.’ But you kept quiet, and just watched them, as much as they did you, making sure they didn’t try any funny business.

They didn’t stay for long though, either leaving due to their curiosity being quenched, or from how boring you were trying to be; silent, and watching, not moving. If worse came to worse, you would have started chucking rowan berries at them; if fae don’t like the tree, they probably wouldn’t like the berries either.

Eventually, the dark night dissolved into the dim glow of dawn, and once you could actually make out your surroundings and it wasn’t just one large mass of darkness, you started making your way down the tree. You were a bit proud of yourself, seeing that you had 1) survived the night, and 2) not fallen out of the tr—

Snap! … you celebrated too soon, since the branch you were using as a foothold gave way, and you tumbled your way to the ground. At least the fall wasn’t too high up, but it still stung like a bitch, and you’d definitely have a bruise; both to your body and your ego.

At least there was no one around to see you eat dirt.

Sighing, you rubbed your eyes, and smacked your cheeks; fighting off sleepiness. Focus; you need to get home. Read the damn book Mr. Sparkles gave you… damn prick is probably gonna call in a favour later…

With a still sore butt, you found a mossy rock that looked somewhat comfortable and sat down, opening up your ‘How Not to Die in Fairyland; For Dummies!’ book (not really the name of it, but it was damn close).

“Chapter nine; how to leave the Underground,” you muttered, flipping to the page. Weird, it’s only one page?

“While leaving the Underground is possible, it is a task that not many have accomplished.

Of the possible ways include;

Finding a portal; typically an enchanted faerie ring, or royal portal.

Finding a fae and tricking them into owing you a favour

One should leave the Underground before their thirteenth day. Should you stay beyond thirteen days you will not be able to leave the Underground, and will be a permanent resident.”

You shut the book, taking in a deep breath. What has it been, ten hours? It was hard to tell, the blurring of time. But at least you had a rough time of twelve days to find a portal — or have a fae owe you a favour — and get the hell back home. If worse came to worse, you were not above some benign trickery so you could see your idiots again.

…

Lilia had arrived home safe and sound, slept in his warm bed, and had some of his … delightful home cooking before he was due back at the castle. And while he was eating the somehow overcooked yet still raw eggs, he couldn’t help but wonder how the little Beastie was doing; how you were doing.

He didn’t technically owe you any favours, since he had given you that handy dandy book — if anything, you owed him, since you did say ‘thanks’ and everything — but curiosity is a fickle thing, and you seemed interesting. Humans typically reacted more when they ended up here, and made no proper moves to ensure that they made it back. But you, the little Beastie? Lilia saw a fire in your eyes, of both ire and determination. You wouldn’t give up easily, and while it was entertaining, he also knew that trouble could, and most likely would, follow wherever you go.

Last time a human like you ended up in the Underground… it didn’t end well (said human nearly burnt the Queen’s labyrinth down to the ground). Hopefully though, you didn’t prove to be as foolish, or as obsessed with fire as the last human. Who knows, maybe you would even escape! If you didn’t though, the court could use a new fool, and you seemed amusing enough to please their majesties whilst not incenting their ire.

“Hmm, wonder if their majesties have felt the intrusion,” Lilia hummed to himself, cleaning up his dishes. He could easily just magic it away, but the trip to the mortal realm had taken a lot out of him, so he was stuck doing some good old fashioned manual labour, not that he really minded. Doing the dishes was better than being digested by some mangy, overweight, cat.

A crack of lightning sounded outside, disrupting the otherwise beautiful and peaceful day. “That answers that question!” Lilia sounded too cheerful for what many fae considered to be a bad omen, as lightning rarely meant a good thing when it concerned the royal family.

A raven came to rest on the windowsill, eyes glowing green; a messenger.

Lilia tapped its beak, letting the message play.

“General Vanrouge, I require you to apprehend the trespasser on our land, lest they taint the soil,” the raven recited Queen Maleficia’s message. “Shall you deem it necessary to use drastic measures, so be it… To call this number back, place a coin into the raven’s mouth. To save this call—”

Lilia groaned, but coughed up a bronze coin so that the Queen didn’t send more ravens to his house on his day off. “Our guest shall be dealt with swiftly, I assure you of that.” Lilia ended his call, the raven blinked, coughed out the coin, and flew off in a ruckus of cawing.

He sighed, and cracked his back. “Hopefully our guest can understand… and not hit me with a broom this time.” With a snap of his fingers, Lilia poofed into his trademark green sparkles, and he was a bat again. Instead of being lost in the mortal realm though, he was off to find you, who was most likely lost in the Underground… hopefully you didn’t get eaten or fell into the bog again, since he doubted the Queen would want a dead(?) or putrid smelling guest.

“Beastie, Beastie, Beastie, wherever could you be?”

…

“Where the hell am I,” you wheezed. You had been walking for a good bit, since hey, the bog really smelled bad, plus you didn’t want to stick around long enough where the creature that was screaming last night decided to come back and make an appetizer out of you. So, you were walking. Where to? You had no idea, all you knew was that you needed to find a portal somehow, of the mushroom variety, or royally produced.

Currently, you were fighting gravity and making your way up a steep hill, but you knew you would be able to see over the dense forest canopy once you reached the top, and maybe, just maybe, you would be able to make sense of your bearings. Would you know where you were once you reached the top? Pfttt, no, but at least you would know what exactly was around. A sulfuric rotten egg-smelling swamp was one thing, but you wouldn’t be all too surprised if you found out there was a man-eating daisy patch or some other nonsense here.

Finally, you made it to the top of the hill, and you caught your breath before looking out towards the horizon. To the north, the sea of trees continued for what seemed forever. East, the trees made their way into a grassy plateau where there seemed to be a village of some sort in the distance; quaint. South, uh, the swamp, definitely not going back that direction, you’ve had enough of that swamp. And west, a castle, surrounded by a maze.

“An enchanted faerie ring or royal portal,” you muttered, weighing your options.

You had about twelve days left to get out of this place. You could spend those twelve days trying to find a so-called ‘faerie ring’ in the forest since those things were mushroom circles, but the chances of finding an enchanted one seemed to be slim to none. On the other hand, castles usually equaled royalty, which would equal portal. Knowing royals though, they were probably batshit insane. Also, if they felt like you were lying or trying to dupe them? Hey, they could apparently turn you into a slug or some other easily squishable being if they wanted to. And you really didn’t want to be turned into a slug… now at the moment at least.

“Forest,” you looked at the forest, “or castle?” You could also go east, but the grassland didn’t exactly scream portal potential or had any rowan trees (or any trees for that matter). “That is the question. Look for weird mushrooms and maybe get eaten by some critter, or potentially piss off some royal and end up as said critter. Hmmm.”

You groaned, and flopped down to the ground; both options weren’t all that appealing, or even guaranteed that you would find a portal. Rolling over to your stomach, you opened up the book again, seeing if it had anything that could help you make up your mind on the options in front of you.

Scanning over the table of contents, there was nothing about where to find a portal in the woods. There was, however, a handy dandy chapter on fae etiquette, including government specifications…

You looked up towards the castle again, eyeing the maze. And started coughing out into laughter at your situation. “Pfttt, didn’t I wish that the Goblin King would whisk me away from my life,” you wheezed. “And here I am! In the fucking Underground with a labyrinth?!” Your laughing subsided into a tired sigh, and you set your eyes back towards the castle. “The irony is astounding really.”

At least you didn’t have to worry about some baby being turned into a goblin… right?

No, no, you only wished for yourself to be taken away, no one else. But would that mean you would end up as a goblin? Fae? Or as some weird pet or servant to a fae? Hopefully not… and at least you had the somewhat credible book that Mr. Sparkles gave you.

Shit, I owe him a favour though… CURSE YOU SARCASM!!!!

Well, maybe Mr. Sparkles will cut you some slack, since ya know, you did save him from Grim… but you also did hit him with a broom… and insulted him… I am so fucked, aren’t I?

…

You eventually got to the entrance of the maze (the labyrinth?), and sat down on a bench outside of it, huffing and puffing. “Does everything want to–” you stopped that sentence, knowing your luck, if you said it out loud, it was bound to happen. “Never mind that…”

“Never mind what?” A voice said to your right.

You shot up and whipped your head around, coming face to face with a door(?) with a face. “I-”

“You never mind!” A second voice said, and on your left was another door, sending its counterpart a dirty look. “You know better than to meddle in such affairs!”

The right door, which was a weathered red, rolled its eyes at its neighbour. “Bah! Curiosity killed the cat-”

“But satisfaction brought it back. I know!” The left door, a brilliant blue, huffed. “Ignore them, they do this to everyone.” They sneered (if doors could sneer) to their neighbour. “Don’t you have anything better to do than trick people?”

Did I just get in between these two during something?

The red door got offended, turning even redder by some means. “Like you should be one to talk! ‘Oh my dear traveller, one of us two doors is a liar and does nothing but lie! Do not let my neighbour fool you!’ It’s the same every single time with you!”

It’s giving bitter divorced couple who for some reason still live with each other—

“I would do no such thing!”

“LIAR!”

“NO YOU ARE THE LIAR!”

You groaned, their bickering was starting to give you an all too familiar migraine. “Will both of you shut up?!”

Both of the doors tch-ed at your remark but stopped their nonsensical arguing, and you rubbed at your temple, easing away the building tension. But they turned their attention to you, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and something else… doors couldn’t be fae… right? The book didn’t say anything about talking doors… could they be portals? It couldn’t be that easy, nothing was ever that easy.

“Did anyone ever teach you any manners, mortal?” The red door huffed, turning its nose up at you.

The blue door looked at you with a similar expression, “Yes yes, awfully rude you know! Lucky it's just us though, and not the mistress. Oh ho ho! She would turn you into a newt for that!”

I wasn’t too wrong about them turning me into a slug I guess… would a newt be an upgrade in this case? Since they have bones—

“And you’re a door,” you deadpanned, “you both haven’t been polite either, ya know?” You had better things to do than kissass to two sentient doors, so no, you weren’t going to be polite. “So the sooner you tell me which way to go, the sooner I’m out of your… splinters?”

The doors grumbled but didn’t raise any objections.

“As you may have overheard, one of us is a liar,” they both said at once. “One of us will lead into the labyrinth, whereas the other will lead you back to where you started your journey.” They both chuckled, looking at you with amusement. “It is up to you to decide which is which.”

You looked between the two doors, weighing your options. “And what if I just walk into the labyrinth? What happens then?”

The blue door hummed, “Well, it would eat you!” … why did it sound all too cheerful about that?!

“So I don’t really have any other option then, do I?”

“Nope!~” They both gave you cheerful smiles, and you were half tempted to go off into the woods and find that magic portal by your lonesome. At least then you wouldn’t have to deal with a pair of divorced doors, and a human-eating labyrinth that belonged to some mistress that would turn you into a newt if she felt like you were being snippy with her.

You sighed. Of both the doors, the blue one seemed more sympathetic, whereas the red door was more harsh… “Okay, red, open sesame!”

The red door looked shocked that you picked it over its counterpart, but it opened nonetheless. The blue door grumbled that you had chosen its neighbour over it, but stayed quiet.

When the door opened, all you could see was black.

“Do you actually lead anywhere?” You threw a rock in, but no sound came out.

The red door was silent though; apparently, when it was open, it couldn’t talk. And while you didn’t miss the bickering, you really wanted answers, and the blue door wasn’t saying anything either.

Sighing, you walked forward, hoping that you had chosen the right door. Once both of your feet were over the threshold, light started to filter in. Did I choose right?! But before you got too ahead of yourself, you felt the ground give way under you, and you were falling; falling towards an all too familiar sulfuric-smelling bog.

“SHI-”

…

You were back in the bog of eternal stench, and spitting the rotten egg-tasting water out of your mouth again. And this time, Mr. Sparkles wasn’t here to make you magically smell better either. Nope, you were stuck smelling horrible until you could find a change of clothes.

Crawling out of the water, you grumbled and hissed curses towards that red door. Of course, you would end up here again! Why not! Laugh it up, Underground! Laugh it up!

“I hate it here,” you seethed, wringing out as much water as you could from your clothes.

Shit, the book! But the book was still dry… Fuck you, book. Fuck. You. Of course, the book would stay free of wet and stench, whereas you were now shivering, since the water was frigid, plus you were angry and embarrassed that you had been deceived.

It was no use though just sticking around here lamenting and fuming. So you hoisted yourself up and marched back to the labyrinth; and even though the trip was a good three hours, your anger and pettiness drove you forward.

“YOU-” you hissed, pointing a finger at the red door.

The red door looked at you, looked to its blue neighbour, and then back at you before it started laughing. “I see someone took a little dip-”

You got up in its face, “Fuck you, asshole.” You turned around and marched up to the blue door. “Open up,” you cracked your knuckles, not breaking eye contact. And either your intimidation worked, or your smell was so offensive that the door just wanted you gone; weaponizing the stench works wonders against prissy doors.

“Th-” You remembered your first blunder; do not thank the fae. “You are too kind.” And you stepped through the blue door, which was as dark as the red one, but once the door closed, you didn’t find yourself back in the damned bog. You were now in the labyrinth, and perhaps a step closer to finding a way home.

…

Lilia found himself in the bog, looking around for the Beastie (you). But they were nowhere to be found, save for a wet spot on the grass and some torn-up moss.

“Ah,” he suppressed a laugh, “they fell in again, I see. Poor Beastie.” At least they’ll be easier to find.

He summoned a glass orb, a looking glass of sorts, and looked inside of it. “Show me the human,” he whispered, sprinkling it with some green magic. “And show me their location.”

The glass orb multiplied into three. The first orb showed a close-up of your face, an annoyed yet determined look on your face. The second orb showed that you were surrounded by hedges. And the third and final orb showed that the hedges were actually the Queen of the Underground’s personal labyrinth.

“… at least they can’t really run off anywhere.” But this wasn’t a great turn of events. Many people, both human and fae alike, had tried their best to navigate the labyrinth. But it was a fickle thing; you had thirteen hours to reach the castle, and if you didn’t within those thirteen hours? You would be stuck within it, as one of the beings that tried to stop trespassers from reaching the castle.

Lilia pinched the bridge of his nose, “Beastie, what have you gotten yourself into?” And he turned into a bat, flying off to try and find you. While the Queen did want you apprehended, Lilia would rather it be with his own hands, and not be held liable for any further actions or decisions you made.

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Author's Note; After a little break from writing this fic, I'm back! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, even if it was only for the pay-phone/raven and the divorced bickering doors!

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