Summery: Santana starts her first day at her new job and meets a student that reminds her of everything she's forgotten.

Santana pushed open her office door; A wooden desk was placed in the middle of the small space with a computer placed on the edge. Two chairs were placed in front of it and one was situated behind. She looked at the blank cream walls and walked over to crack the window open.

"It's not much." Kurt smiled, as he leaned against the door frame. Kurt had grown into a statuesque man, his hair was similar to the way he wore it in High school and he was dressed in crisply pressed dress pants and a white dress shirt covered by a patterned vest.

"Its great." She smiled, putting her box on the desk. "Thank you so much for the tip. The school is great."

"Well, when I heard that there was a guidance position open I thought of you. Plus, we need some new blood around here." He replied.

The Woodstock School was a private high school in New York City. Santana and Kurt both majored in education in University; Kurt in Music Theory and English and Santana in History. About half way through university she decided that she wanted to become a guidance councillor and she went to Graduate school for social work. Kurt had tipped her off that there was an opening at the school he had worked for since he did his student teaching. The Woodstock School was heavily influenced by the arts and the academics are amazing. She interviewed for the job and somehow she managed to secure the position. The school was from first grade to twelfth, so she'd be dealing with students of all development levels.

After a while of organizing, Santana finally got her office to a decent level of presentation. She had covered her wall with pictures she had taken, bumper stickers, maps and she had a colourful tapestry covering the larger wall. She flipped through the student roster on the computer when a last name caught her attention. Puckerman.


The first few day's passed by without issue, she saw a few of the upperclassmen about behaviour issues but other than that no problems were had.

"Santana?" Her boss asked from the doorway.

"Yes, Sir." She answered quickly, looking up from her note's.

"How many times am I going to have to remind you to all me Matt?" He smiled.

"A few more." She smirked, "What can I do for you?"

"I have a new student who's had some difficulty integrating." He explained as he handed her the file. "She's from a small town and I want to make the transition easier for her, so I thought I'd send her to you."

"For sure, I totally can understand. I moved from a small town so I relate. What grade is she in?"

"She's going into third." He replied, "Her name is Elizabeth."

"Great Sir, just send her in whenever."

"Mrs. Lopez?" A small voice called out from the doorway. Santana looked up and locked eyes with an exact replica of Quinn Fabric when they had me.

"Elizabeth?" Santana cocked her head to the side as the girl nodded. "Come sit down." The little girl came and sat down. "How are you today."

"Fine." The girl whispered, "Am I in trouble?"

"No sweetheart." She smiled, "Principal Ross told me that you just moved here and I wanted to check out how you were. Do you want to tell me about yourself?"

"Um." She thinks, "I like horses. My daddy say's that he's going to get me one someday. He's going to be famous one day." Elizabeth explains, "He plays guitar."

"Really?" Santana asked, intrigued. "That's pretty cool." The little girl nods, "What about you mommy? What does she do?"

"She's a lawyer." Elizabeth shrugged, "It's kinda lame. My daddies job is so much cooler. Anyway, That's why we had to move here; because of her job."

"How are you liking New York?"

"It's different and noisy."

"Where did you move here from."

"Ohio."