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"Ok, guys. This week we are going to focus more on everyone's dancing skills rather than just their singing. This way we won't end up waiting until the last minute to actually put together a routine for Regionals." Mr. Schuester looked at the rather bored faces of most of his glee club and the nervous expression on Finn's face.
"So what are we gonna do exactly?" Mike questioned. Even though he knew he was the best male dancer in New Directions, he wanted to make sure he got some time in the spotlight.
"Well I was going to leave that up to you all. The only thing I will do is tell you guys who will actually be leading this. The f- Yes Rachel?" he was cut off when he noticed that the tiny diva was waving her hand excitedly in the air.
"Will this little assignment include singing? As you already know one of the club's best singers also happens to be the worst dancer in this school, no offense to you Finn." he gave the small girl a dopey look from behind the drum set and merely nodded his head.
"Yes, there will be singing included Rachel. As I was saying, the four best dancers will be leading the group this week. And those people are: Brittany and Mike, as well as Santana, and Sam. They-"
"Wait, hold up. Justin Bieber is a good dancer and all, but he is not top four material. How in the world did you even come to this conclusion? You bypassed the only other person whose skills even come close to the awesomeness that is us." The moment Santana stared to speak, everyone turned to face her, except for Brittany and Mike who knew Santana's right.
"Well who do you suppose should hold the fourth spot then, Satan?" Kurt looked at the Latina with an arched eyebrow, intrigued by her response.
"Rachel." The answer was simple, said with no hesitation, but in a pure matter-of-fact tone. At this point every person in the room was staring dumbfounded by Santana's answer. Not because of her naming Rachel, but because of the name she used for the small girl.
"She is the best dancer in this stupid group, aside from Chang, Britt, and me," she slid down in her chair and began to file her unpolished nails, ignoring the still stunted faces of her friends, but not without noticing the grin on a certain someone's face.
"Thank you Santana."
The Latina looked up towards the voice and returned the wide smile she was given. "You're welcome, Rach."
Kurt and Mercedes looked at each other and knew they were thinking the same thing.
Did Santana Lopez just call Rachel Berry by her name?