Would you look at that… I'm back and its been less than 24 hours. Don't worry, I will slow down on posting very soon because I will run out of inspiration for these two eventually.

Right, this is a prompt that was given to me and I have to say I am really excited to see where it goes and what you all think about it. It will be a 2 or 3 part fic, depending how well the next chapter goes (And how long I make it).

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Rachel Berry hated Dance Class. She hated it with a burning passion because of her crazy, psycho bitch of a teacher, Cassandra July. Nothing she did was ever good enough to please this woman and she practiced for hours and hours on end but all that Rachel got in return was horrible insults and disgusted glances for her efforts. It killed her inside and with every lesson she had with Miss July, the more she was thinking that her dreams of being on Broadway weren't worth it.

Santana had a lot to say about this subject. Sure, she and Rachel hadn't been great friends in high school and she hadn't ever been very supportive, but she had never gone so far as to make Rachel want to give up on her dreams. The Latina was set to go all Lima Heights on whoever she needed to in order to make Rachel start believing in herself again.

She had a plan.

Santana met Rachel one day after Dance 101 and told her that it would be a great idea if she were to watch Rachel's practice in her natural environment. She would be able to give the singer some pointers and maybe even instil some self worth back into Rachel.

Rachel danced and was finally starting to smile again, thanks to Santana's encouraging words. They laughed together and the smaller girl found herself feeling like she could take on the world with Santana cheering her on. It's what friends are for, and she was glad that they had finally put their differences behind them.

So when Santana came up behind Rachel and took her in her arms and began leading her around the dance floor, spinning her every now and again, laughter filled the room.

"Schwimmer, your friend dances almost as badly as you do." The two girls whipped around, seeing Cassandra stood at the entrance to the studio, her hands on her hips and an unreadable expression on her face.

Rachel felt Santana tense beside her as her posture changed completely, reverting back to something from her high school memories. She joined their hands to try and assure Santana that it was okay, and that now really wasn't the time to try and take on her teacher.

Cassandra's eyes homed in on the movement and she raised her eyebrow in amusement. She walked further into the room and picked a few things up off of her desk and put them into her bag before swinging onto her shoulder and addressing the girls again.

"Shouldn't you be at home getting all the beauty sleep you can, because god knows all of this practice isn't helping you at all." Cassandra jibed, knowing that she had maybe been a little too personal, but she couldn't help it. She didn't like that Rachel was giving her lady friend an exclusive after hours tour of her studio. Although being in the Studio after hours wasn't prohibited, Cassandra still didn't like it.

She would argue that it was just because it was Schwimmer, not because it was Schwimmer and a plus one.

"Would you look at that, I'm being rude. Who's your friend, Schwimmer?" Cassandra waved her cane in the general direction of Santana and gave her a fleeting look of disgust, even though she appreciated her almost flawless physique.

"Seriously, do you need to insult her all the time? Rachel works her ass off for you and you're obviously too self absorbed to notice how much better she has gotten since she started here." Santana finally had enough. She tore her hand away from Rachel's and stood toe to toe with Cassie.

"Woah, I didn't know you got yourself a body guard, Schwimmer. Stand down Chestes." Cassie had to smile at herself for the name she picked for this girl. The combination of 'chest' and 'testes' seemed rather fitting for both the size of the Latinas attitude and the size of her rack. Out of the corner of her eye, she briefly saw Rachel smile and look at her feet before returning to the moment with a steely unamused resolve.

"Aren't you that woman who freaked out and your career went spiralling in to the dust after that? What makes you think that you are so special that you can cut down people who are just trying to achieve what you failed?" Santana cut and saw the flicker in Cassie's eye. She couldn't tell if it was fire, or something breaking down inside of her.

"Do you want me to show you how good I am?" She returned in the sickly sweet tone that Rachel knew all too well. "Dance off, here tomorrow after hours. I will wipe the floor with you."

"Bring it, Chica." The girl laughed, refusing to break her eye contact with Cassandra.

"I don't usually lower myself to this kind of thing, but when I win it will give me so much more reason to beast your girl's ass for the rest of her career here at NYADA." Cassie mused to the two girls. She had to beat this girl down a peg. She couldn't refuse, especially when she clearly meant something to Rachel and sure, maybe Cassie was a little jealous because she wanted to be the one to pick Schwimmer up after she had been broken down completely. She wanted to be the one that Schwimmer looked at the way she was looking at this Spanish chick right now, as if the sun shined out of her ass.

But Cassie was her teacher. She had been bitter and alone for long enough, she could deal with being bitter and alone a while longer. But this girl was rubbing it in her face. She had Rachel and it wasn't fair, even though she hadn't really made any effort to show Schwimmer that she was a good person, that she had her vulnerabilities as well. If she did that, she would have to make herself human again. She would have to feel again, and frankly, Cassie didn't think she would be able to deal with a student rejecting her.

So instead she picked on Schwimmer, made ferocious attacks on her self esteem every single day so that she could find some pathetic excuse to interact with the girl, because in her twisted reality, something was better than nothing.

When she had destroyed Schwimmer's confidence, she was going to make it all up to her again and make sure that no matter what, Schwimmer remembered her throughout her entire life as her teacher who made her better than amazing. But now, thanks to this apparent girlfriend of hers, Cassie would just be remembered as a psycho bitch that was jealous of Rachel's talent.

And so Cassandra was intent to show Rachel that her girlfriend wasn't as great as she thought she was, so that maybe Schwimmer would listen to her again, instead of this know it all bitch.

It all made sense to Cassie, even if it didn't to anyone else.

She collected up her things and left the dance studio, calling back to the pair that they had better show up because she doesn't appreciate her time being wasted.

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"You have got to be some kind of masochist Berry. You're telling me that you like this woman? A woman that you were crying about not even this morning!" Santana paced and tried desperately not to rip her hair out as she tried to understand this situation.

"I know that it's crazy, and it's even more ridiculous than the crush I had on Quinn throughout senior year, but I don't know. She is so powerful and self assured that I can't help but be attracted to her. And when she dances Santana, she takes my breath away." The brunette clutched at her chest as she recalled her feelings to her two friends. Kurt was sat reading some trashy gossip magazine and not really paying attention to what either girl was saying.

"But she makes you miserable." Santana flopped down beside her best friend and put her hand on the small girl's knee.

"Did you not see her today though? I think that she was jealous." The singer smirked, earning herself an eye roll.

"Are you kidding me? I think you're looking too far into this."

"Well why would she challenge you if she didn't care? If she didn't feel something?" she tried to reason, but was quickly loosing the will to even try.

"Because she's Crazy July, Berry." Rachel simply shrugged in response and looked at Santana, pleading her to try and understand something that she didn't truly grasp herself.

"She made you want to give up Broadway." Kurt interjected.

Rachel was all out of fight. She didn't want to have to explain her messed up feelings to herself, much less her friends, so she just hoped that if she stopped talking about it, it would all just blow over and it would be forgotten about.

"So do you want me to let her win this show down or what?" Santana asked softly, leaning her head on Rachel's shoulder, accepting that the conversation was basically over.

"No, give it your all. I think tomorrow is going to be pretty interesting." The singer smirked to herself once more, sipping on her hot coco.

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So that was the beginning of my 50th fic… tell me what you thought…