I decided to redo the story- didn't like where it was going. Hopefully yall don't mind re-reading the chapters, they've changed some from the original ones. Once again: This doesn't exactly follow the show, and some things will be tweaked for the story, but it flows similarly with the original storyline. Reviews are helpful. The only couples already together are Finchel and Klaine. Italics are generally thoughts, flash backs, or flash forwards.

To say that Junior year for most of the Glee kids ended smoothly would be a bit of an understatement. From the little spat at junior prom between Rachel and Quinn that ended mysteriously in the bathroom, no blood had been shed, to the ever embarrassing "Kiss heard 'round the world" at Nationals; things were ending quite festively. Santana had finally given Matt the time of day- only to find out two relatively fun weeks later he'd be moving to Boston at the end of June with his family. 'Of course.' Santana was none to pleased to hear the news. She'd finally found someone she could stand being around for longer periods of time than usual, and now he was leaving. Once Noah Puckerman heard the news he was sure to return to his attempts at winning over the Latina, with vengeance. Aside from all of these things, Lima had been relatively normal over the summer. Most of the kids went MIA for periods of time but with the way things were going, it seemed the seniors would have a good start to their last year at McKinley.

First Day of School

"Ok guys! I wanna welcome everyone back to the first day of school and our first Glee club meeting of the year." Mr. Schue was quick to cut to the chase as he entered the choir room. "I hope you all had a great summer, but now it's time to work. This is senior year for most of you, and this is the year we take Nationals!" The kids all clapped and cheered. "Alright, now for this week's assignment I want you all to come up with some ideas for songs for Sectionals."

"Aren't those like...2 months away or something?"

"Yes Finn, they are," Will replied as he turned around from writing IDEAS on the whiteboard, "but it's never too early to start preparing."

"But now that Matt transferred, we're one short to even be able to compete." Mercedes responded. "Shouldn't we at least find a replacement before coming up with a routine?"

"Oh I'm sure we'll figure a way to get someone new soon enough." Rachel easily dismissed the presented problem before adding, "Mr. Schue, I think for this comp-"

"Can it Berry." Santana interjected, "We know you want the solo and probably a duet with T-Rex, but like Mr. Schue said, this is the year we take it all. And that means we need a change...So I say I should get a solo." She crossed her arms and looked over to Mr. Schuester with a raised eyebrow. 'I am not spending another year in Berry's shadow. I get enough background time in Cheerios behind Captain Q and the hell if I'm gonna let Anne Frank over there take the last shreds of spotlight I can get before I leave this Godforsaken place.'

Santana had a lot of time to think about her high school career over the summer in between watching dramatic Mexican soap operas with Abuela and avoiding Puckerman. Despite the fact that she was nearly at the top of the pyramid (freakin' Captain's the only one allowed at the top), second in command of Cheerios and feared by over half the school population- she was getting tired of being the Bitch of McKinley who was fawned over (though that last part she couldn't really complain about)- Santana wanted to be admired for the all the talent she knew was coursing through her veins.

"Disagreements?" The attitude in her voice left little room for argument, it seemed to be more of a rhetorical question. Without support from her fellow Glee-mates Rachel felt the need to pipe up.

"Listen. Sandbags-"

"Ohh-kay." Everyone was in utter shock. No one dared to call Santana that, excluding Coach Sue, and here Rachel was, challenging the hot headed Latina. Mr. Schue knew he had to intervene before any claws came out, "Santana, I'm really impressed by this sudden show of initiative."

"Initiative? Are you joking?" Rachel snapped at Will, "What the hell have I been doing for the last 3 years then?" Her voice started to raise a bit. "A lot more than J. Lo over there and I'm always getting ragged on for being a spotlight hog."

"A hog with a pelican beak." Santana turned back to Rachel with a devious smirk. She'd momentarily lost her ability to speak from Rachel's little outburst. The little Jew had never been so snarky. 'Looks like Streisand grew a bit of a backbone over break...where the hell did that come from?'

"Cool it you two." Mr. Schue looked over at San, then back up to Rachel, "Look, Santana does have a point. We can't go to Sectionals, or any of our other competitions with the same type of routines and line-ups. The judges want to be surprised and entertained..not that you aren't entertaining, Rachel. But I think this is the year that we shine the spotlight on some of our other strong vocalists."

"So she just demands a solo after slacking off since the beginning and she automatically gets it?" The annoyance threaded in her voice.

Mr. Schuester took a second to process the words. "You may also have a point Rachel."

"Ugh." San rolled her eyes. 'Of course she'll find a way to derail my plans.'


Santana was changing out books in her locker when she felt someone hover closely behind her; she shut the door and spun around to find a devilish smile and dark mohawk. "Can I help you?", attitude saturating her words.

"Woah baby, what's with the hostility? I just wanted to tell you how hot you were yesterday in Glee club with your sassy demands. You know I dig on assertive ladies." Puck's hands went to wrap around the Cheerio's waist, but were immediately slapped away.

"Ok first off. I'm not your baby."

"That's not what it sounded like at my party this past weekend." Puck went in for more contact again, but was shoved back this time,

"That's because my best friends for the night were jello shots and screwdrivers. I was drunk off my ass, and you were there." Santana kept trying to push that memory into the farthest, darkest depths of her mind. Puck was so fucking persistent the night of his party and since she hadn't knocked boots with anyone worthy of being allowed to stick around at the time, her drunk self decided to give him a chance. Though the next morning, her drunk-hung over self realized it probably wasn't her best idea.

"And I'm still here. So what's the problem?" In Puck's mind- they had a fan-fucking-tastic night. 'I even took her to Denny's the next morning!'

"You are the problem. I'm not going to waste my time with someone who's currently sleeping with every girl at this school, and has a credit score even lower than his already pathetic I.Q."

"Hey I'm not sleeping with every girl here...just, maybe two from the Cheerios...and a cougar every now and then when I clean pools."

"Ugh. You're a pig."

"Bu-" Puck tried to get a word in before Santana continued.

"-and this exceedingly time-wasting conversation is over." With that she whipped her body in the opposite direction, hitting Puckerman in the face with her ponytail, and walked off; leaving the jock to soak in his own thoughts and disbelief.


Rachel walked up to Finn who was sorting through his athletic bag at his locker.

"Hey Finn." She gave him a huge smile.

"Hey Rach...", he didn't seem to be paying attention to her, with all of his focus on rummaging through his bag.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't find my new football cleats anywhere, and my mom just got them for me last week. I didn't leave them at your house or something did I?" He looked down at her hoping she'd say yes; even though the likelihood of that was incredibly slim.

"No.."

"Dammit." His head dropped, then he continued rifling through the bag.

"Actually, I took them from your house the other night.", she spoke with a smile

His bag dropped off his shoulder and his eyes got just a bit wider, "W-why would you do that?"

"Well." Her smile grew bigger, "As you know my dads are fashionistas, and they know an excellent shoe repair man who happens to be able to customize footwear as well.", she pulled her arms from behind her back, "And I had him stitch a gold star on the back side of each one for good luck and so you could think of me every time you play." She revealed Finn's "new" new cleats to him. He stared in shock at his Nike Zooms. "It was a process, he said leather is really hard to stitch into, but he did it." She continued to smile brightly.

Finn stared at the gaudy gold star on each shoe. The gold didn't even match the red and white cleats, and they made the cleats look, "so gay." He didn't mean to actually say that out loud, hopefully it was quiet enough that Rachel hadn't heard.

"What?" She looked up from the shoes, his quietness started to worry her, and she didn't catch what he had just murmured.

"Uh, s-so great." He let out a nervous laugh, "...thank you, Rachel. These are...awesome." His nervous, gassy looking grin wasn't given much thought by his tiny, beaming girlfriend. She heard his words and assumed they were sincere.

"Well we've been dating a few months now and I just wanted to do something nice for you...well something nice that didn't benefit me for a change."

Finn half smiled, "They're great. But I gotta get this stuff to the locker room", he picked up his bag, "so I'll see you around."

"Oh...ok." Rachel's beaming smile had sizably shrunk. She stood there as her boyfriend pecked her on the cheek and then walked off in an almost hurried manner.


As Mr. Schuester walked into the choir room the kids were all focused on their own conversations, "Hey guys, I have good news."

"Did you finally get it in with Ms. Pillsbury?" Artie asked with a wink, followed by giggling from the rest of the students.

"Uhm, no..not that that isn't completely inappropriate.."

"We just want you to know that we're totally rooting for you Mr. Schuester. We understand how miserable your life must be with you being divorced and over 30." Remarked Tina with a cheeky smile.

"Uh, thanks...I think." He knew their words were coming from a good place, so he decided to ignore the offensive content, "Anyways. I found 2 new solutions to our losing Matt problem. Please welcome the Glee club's newest members, Brittany and Sam Pierce."

His hand outstretched towards the open door and in walked two tall, gorgeous blondes. The girl, who they assumed was Brittany, had never ending legs, flowing golden hair and a cute nervous smile residing on her face. The boy, Sam, was even taller than his companion and sported bleach blonde shaggy hair, bright green eyes and a confident smile that only complimented his strong appearance. They stopped to stand next to Will and the group wasted no time in allowing their eyes to roam and eye-grope all over the two (undoubtedly smokin') newbs. Every single member was creepin' and they all did it with no shame; their only saving grace was being subtle about the whole thing...most of them at least.

"Brittany and Sam are twins who've just transferred here from Agrestic, California. It's also their senior year so let's make them feel as welcome as possible." The twins took a seat as the club, mainly the girls, began applauding it's new teammates.

"And how do we know they can sing?" Kurt asked, internally worrying about having even more competition to fight with for the scraps of solos and main duets.

"Oh we were in our old school's glee club." Brittany looked at Kurt with a smile.

"Yeah well my Abuela's in her church choir, and she still sings like there's glass lodged in her throat.", Santana remarked.

"Hey-" Mr. Schuester started, but stopped when Sam stood up.

"It's cool Mr. Schue." He turned to face the rest of the members, then looked down at Brittany, "We'll just have to prove ourselves won't we, Britt?"

His twin smiled and stood up next to him, "Guess so."

Brittany walked to the center of the room as Mr. Schuester went to sit, and Sam murmured something to the band. He returned to Brittany's side, whispered in her ear, then turned back to the band,

"Alright guys. Let's do it." The drummer counted off, and then the band started up,

Sam: "40 detectives this week
40 detectives strong
Takin' a stroll down Love Street
Strollin' is that so wrong
Can I get my co-dependant"

Both: "Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bop
Hump de bump doop bodu (Britt: "Oh no!")

He started to sway and move some while Brittany began dancing around, not noticing Mr. Schue's shocked eyes.

Both: "Hump de bump doop bodu
Hump de bump doop bop
Bump de hump doop bodu, bump bump

Sam: "It must have been a hundred miles
Any of a hundred styles
It's not about the smile you wear, but
The way we make out
When I was another loner
Nothin' but a two beach comber
Anybody seen the sky? I'm, I'm wide awake now"

Britt: "Workin' the beat as we speak
Workin' the belle du monde
Believin' the havoc we wreak
Believin', is that so wrong
Can I get my co-dependent"

Both: "Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bop Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bodu
Hump de bump doop bop
Bump de hump doop bodu, bump bump (Sam: "C'mon!")

As the band hit the breakdown, Brittany continued to show off her excellent dance moves, while Sam did his best combo of sways, turns, and air grinding; a popular move with the ladies.

Britt: "Listen to me what I said
Try to get it through your head
A little bit of circumstance and
A chance to make out"

Brittany winked in what Santana saw to be her direction, causing her eyebrows to shoot up in surprise, while Sam turned his air grinds towards Tina and Mercedes, then both proceeded to dance around the room.

Sam: "Livin' in a citadel
It's hard enough to be yourself
Waiting for the bell to toll
And, I'm wide awake now"

Both: "Must have been a hundred miles
Any of a hundred styles
It's not about the smile you wear
But the way we make out

When I was another loner
Nothin' but a two beach comber
Anybody seen the sky? I'm, I'm wide awake now!"

Their last words were topped off with a crash of cymbals, and was followed by the rest of the club applauding and whistling. The twins smiled, understanding they were accepted, and went to take their seats.

"Wow guys, that was great!" Mr. Schuester went back up to the front of the class, "I really loved the energy, but next time maybe pick something a little less...uh, provocative."

Sam smiled, "No problem Mr. S."