McKinley High School in Lima Ohio. The school famous for the New Directions. But even though they are famous around the country with their singing voices, going to Nationals in New York and hopefully one day winning the grand famous trophy for the Nationals, however in the school, they're still treated like the outsiders. Day in, day out, a cold icy feeling drips down their faces and down their clothes, a sticky feeling left behind, that's the daily slushy's thrown in their faces by the Cheerio's and the famous McKinley football team. But does that stop them, no, of course not, it just makes them stronger and wanting to win the Nationals even more, however this year there's going to be competition, especially when the Dalton Warblers are fighting against them in the Regional's.

The crowded corridors of McKinley high, full of students chatting and laughing is soon halted into silence, heads turning as she walks down the corridor with her hands placed on her hips.

Santana Lopez.

School bitch, cheerleader with the McKinley Cheerio's and singing in the New Directions. She always tells the truth, even if the truth hurts, but that's Santana, she's ruthless and mean, and a plain right bitch, but it's her way of saying that she cares, a strange way, but hey, that's just her.

Strutting down the corridor in her Cheerio's costume, her hair pulled up in a tight ponytail, swinging her hips from side to side, glaring at all of those that stared at her. No-one should ever stare of her, not unless she says that you could, because that's Santana, she's a complete bitch.

Strutting through the door of Glee Club, eyes on her but she didn't mind that because they were her friends, her family, even though she never treated them right, but who did Santana treat right, the only person she ever truly loved is her best friend, Brittany Pierce because nothing that she said to Brittany ever phased her, but then again, Brittany was never phased by anything because there wasn't much that she did understand.

"Nice of you to finally join us, Santana" spoke the words of Mr William Schuester, folding his arms across his chest.

"Well, you know me," she responded back to him with a hint of bitterness, "I like to make an entrance." Turning around, spinning her cheerleading skirt and sitting down on the chair, crossing both her arms and her legs, smirking at him sarcastically.

Shaking his head with bemusement, he clapped his hands together and continued. "As I was saying before Santana interrupted with her presence-"

"But," interrupting once more, leaning forward slightly and raising her hand in the air, "it was a good interruption because of my presence," redirecting her finger and pointing it down at herself with a smirk.

With the moans and groans from the rest of the Glee Club, Mr Schue claps his hands once more and continues. "Anyways, as I was saying," gestures towards Blaine with both of his hands. "Blaine has something important that he wants to share with us. Blaine." He steps back towards the piano and leans his hip against it. Jolting up quickly from his chair, Blaine steps down the step and spins around in a circle to face the rest of the New Directions, clapping his hands together with a big smile on his face.

"We have new competition," he says clearing his throat. "As you all know I recently transferred from Dalton Academy to be with Kurt," smiles and gestures towards his also with both of his hands. Kurt returns with a smile of joy. Santana, being the cynical person rolls her eyes and with disgust. "Please, I'm gonna barf," she says in her normal blunt way.

"Anyways," Blaine continues, looking at her in disgust, "The Warblers are bringing the competition to us this year. They have a new threat, his name is Sebastian Smythe, he can not only sing but he can dance, and he's teaching all of the Warbler's how to dance, so they are a massive threat to us this year."

"Is that all you've got?" Santana says with a cynical tone in her voice. "Because if you just want us to sing and dance then we do it, what's the big deal with that? Well, other than some of the group not being able to dance," glancing over at a few of them, "you know who you all are."

"Santana," Rachel Berry blurts out, "that is rude and offensive, especially towards Artie, it's not his fault that he can't move his legs."

"No," Artie responds by holding up his right index finger, "that would be more offensive towards me."

"You know what I mean," Rachel returns, "I just don't want to not go to the Nationals this year, this is my year to shine, you know with me having the best voice and all."

"Berry," Santana stands up with her arms still folded across her chest. "For once in your life can you not make everything about you? I was actually thinking about the whole club, but you, oh no, all you're thinking about it poor Rachel Berry."

Rachel scoffs, "I am insulting by that, I do not only think about myself." Everybody in the class turns their bodies away from her, not wanting to disappoint her but knowing that what Santana said was the truth. She looks around the rest of the class, noticing them all turning away from her. "Guys? I'm right, right?"

"You do make things about yourself a lot," Kurt finally broke the silence, "And that's what we love about you, but sometimes, it's just a bit too much."

"A bit," Tina blurts out, "It's too much, yeah, I get it, you can sing, like really good. But that doesn't mean that everything is about you." She sneers and rolls her eyes, folding her arms across her chest.

"Well, fine," Rachel says, folding her arms across her chest, "I'll guess that I'll just keep my mouth shut from now on." She turns her nose up in the air, sitting down on the chair, turning her back away from the rest of the class.

"And my work here is done," Santana says with a smirk on her face, she turns around and sits down on the chair, crossing her left leg over her right, pleased with what she's achieved. Mr Schue once again shakes his head with bemusement, he places one of his hands on his head and rubs the tension in his brow. "Blaine," he says as a groan, "would you please continue with what you were saying."

"Sure, Mr Schue," Blaine responded. "So, as I was saying, we're gonna have to find songs that we all can dance to and we're gonna have to find the strongest singers." Rachel keeps her back turned to the rest of the class and keeps her nose turned up and pointing up in the air. "But the Warbler's have just one good singer and that would be Sebastian," his voice starting to become soft, "with his smile, his blue eyes, his brown gelled back hair." A clearing of the throat comes from the back of the classroom, of coming from Kurt with his brows furrowed with jealousy. Blaine hearing the clearing of the throat, he shakes his and snaps out of it, clearing his throat in the process, "as I was saying, we need to be our best in order to win, that's all." Walking back to his chair quickly, his head facing downwards, not wanting to look at the red-faced Kurt in the back of the class, but even though Blaine could see his face, he could feel the heat of fury coming from Kurt's face. Jealousy was a big thing with Kurt and Blaine knew it. Blaine was now most definitely in trouble, big trouble...