Santana had woken up to the familiar sound of her phone going off; she instantly woke up to see her phone flashing up. "No" said the Latina as if the phone was a person, she blinked a few times before picking it up and reading the text. Puck- 4:48am; Hey San just woke up early and decided to text ya! How are you?
Santana rolled her eyes as best as she could at the text and threw the phone back on her bed. Why was he up at this time of the morning? Santana kept questioning herself but after a few minutes still couldn't decide on an answer. "It's so early" she managed to say through the yawns.
"Ugh" Santana said as she sat up on the bed and looked out of the window, it was still dark outside. Why the hell was she up? She decided to get ready for work as it was 6am she started, lo too early for Santana
A little while later, Santana had woken up completely and had given up on getting back to sleep. She got her phone back out and sent a text back to Puck. Hey Puckerman, what are you doing up at 5am? Are you crazy or some shit? She sent the message and looked in the beside mirror.
A little while later she had managed to sort out her hair, get changed into a pair of shots and a tank top. It wasn't really a good idea to wear this for her job but she didn't really care. Also it didn't help when Rachel was her boss.
Rachel was the girl that Santana used to take the mick out of in High school, the Latina smirked at the memories of the popular girls; mostly the cheerleaders walking through the corridor and throwing a slush in Berry's face for the very first time. It gave her a little tingle down the back.
Santana tied her hair up in a black band and pocketed her phone in her shorts and grabbed her back before rushing out of the front door, the Latina climbed into her small car. She decided to switch over radio channels; Santana kept rolling her eyes at the Christmas music. "It's not Christmas anymore!" She quietly yelled at the radio player, she was glad that nobody else was there then she would have looked stupid. Yelling at a radio? Yep, she would have defiantly got sectioned
Santana pulled up outside of the School and parked in the parking lot, little while later she had got ready in the auditorium and was sat down texting Puck, She was still asking him why he was up so early this morning. The Latina dropped her phone on the table when she heard her name being called; Santana rolled her eyes as she realised that it was Rachel, how she hated working for her.
So much for being famous and being on Broadway, Rachel had turned out to be the new director of McKinley's Glee Club.
The two of them reminded Santana of when they were in Glee club and she had a cheerio coach, the Latina tried not to be like Sue but couldn't help it when there were stupid girls that wanted to audition when they couldn't even dance.
"Berry, what do you want?" Asked Santana, she wasn't actually interested in the answer she just wanted the short girl to get out of her auditorium, that was another thing; Rachel still hadn't grown up to normal height, over the past 8 years of Rachel being out of school; Santana hadn't known Rachel to grow at least one inch.
Rachel looked up at Santana and opened her mouth to say something but Santana didn't want to hear her annoying voice again. "Whatever Berry, I don't want to hear you talk, now go back to coaching your little Glee club" She rolled her eyes as Rachel walked out of the auditorium.
"Thank god" Santana sighed in relief as she walked off and she sat down at the chair. The dark haired girl kept looking at the signup sheet for the new season for cheerios. She was hoping to get a lot of Girls but so far she could only get 15, she didn't know how her old coach got over thousands of people to sign up.
Santana just wished she could be like her, but not everyone was same.
Santana sighed as the minutes got slower as it got closer to 9am, it seemed like it was hours away but just a mere few minutes. The Latina heard footsteps and she shot her head up quickly and pouted when she seen Puck walk in. "Puckerman..." Santana rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Puck grinned at his friend. "I've come to try out...wait, no; I've come to audition. Is that the right word?" He shrugged.
Santana's eyes widened at the tall guy in front of her. "Puck...you're 25 and you want to be a cheerio?" Santana was so confused. Could he even be part of the team? "Uh sure..?" Santana guessed that it wouldn't harm anyone if he did try out.
Puck nodded and stood in the middle of the room before looking at Santana. "I'm ready" He declared to Santana and started dancing.
As soon as Puck started dancing, Santana's eyes widened. She didn't remember him being this bad at dancing when they were 16. "Uh?" Santana didn't have enough words to describe the dancing. "Puck, please stop dancing; I think I might puke" She still couldn't believe how bad he was. "That's a big no"
Puck look offended. "Lopez, what do you mean? I think I'm a good dancer"
Santana laughed loudly. "You dance like my uncle at a Christmas party when he's been on the whiskey"
Puck frowned, he tried not to show how upset he was so he walked over to Santana's small table and sat down next to her. "I'm not that bad, am I?" he knew how bad Santana's uncle was at dancing at it was very amusing.
Santana nodded. "You shouldn't be embarrassed, it's not like you're a professional dancer like Britt" She grinned at the memories of her best friend, she missed her a lot since she moved to New York to continue with her dancing, the last Santana heard was that she was dancing for Beyonce. The Latina was happy for her best friend but sometimes wished she would come back home for a few weeks.
Ever since they graduated from High School; the whole glee club had gone their separate ways.
"Santana, wake up" Santana looked over to see Rachel, She was sat in glee club, sitting next to Brittany and Quinn. The Latina looked down and smoothed her skirt out before looking back up and grinning at the smell of Brittany, it was more of a honey smell, like the smell of waffles.
Santana had sat there for what seemed like ages, just staring at her best friend.
"Santana, San?" Puck shook her gently. "You must have fallen asleep"
Santana wiped her eyes before looking at Puck. "I think I need to talk to Britt..."
"Why would you want to talk to her? She ditched you, remember?"
"Hey!" Santana poked Puck softly. "She's my best friend and that will never change on whatever she does, she's the only one that understand me completely."