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When the choir room's door slams shut, Camila is practically already out of her seat. Will looks at her and nods, and she stands and follows Santana out in the hallway.
She looks around the empty school, trying to figure out where the other Cheerio went and when she hears the door to the bathroom door close, she prays silently that it's her best friend. She opens the door and her shoulders sag in relief when she sees Santana fixing her hair.
The two Latinas make eye-contact through the mirror Santana is looking into and Camila offers her a small smile. "I was worried that you were gonna do more." She finally says, her voice quiet. "Are you okay?"
Santana nods. "Yeah. I'm okay."
A breath leaves Camila. "Good."
It is quiet between the two for a moment until Santana speaks up again. "I'm sorry."
"W- What?" Camila's eyebrows furrow in confusion.
Santana's eyes close for a moment as she tries to put a valid apology together in her head and when she does, she faces the shorter girl. "I hate when you're mad at me and I was mean to you the other day and I'm really sorry."
