The tattered threads on the hem of her Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls swept the dusty floor as she rushed down the hall of the middle school art wing. Her fists were clenched as her arms swung fiercely back and forth, keeping her momentum at a fast pace. She came to a quick halt as she turned to the right, peering into the unlit classroom. Her assumption had been correct. There sat an upset blonde girl at a table near the open window, sadly tapping the tip of a curvy piece of cardboard with her left hand as she held it in her right. The brunette shook her head in a fast motion as she released what little anger was left in her. She ran her hands over her hair, tightening the ponytail holder before entering the room.

"Brittany, what are you doing? I've been waiting for you in the cafeteria."

Brittany looked up from the table without the slightest hint of happiness in the fact that she had been discovered. She actually began to frown. Santana continued to walk toward the black lacquered table until she stood behind Brittany, looking down at the other girl's collage.

"I want to finish this but I can't find a usable glue stick in the cabinets."

After a quick scan of the room, Santana jogged back to the front of the empty classroom and grabbed a small brown bottle off the teacher's desk. She returned to her friend's side and placed the bottle in front of her with a small accomplished *thud*.

"Why didn't you just use this?"

Brittany picked up the bottle and read the label as Santana slid onto the stool next to her.

"I don't get it. Rubber cement? How is that possible?"

"It's an oxymoron. Like 'bittersweet' or 'organized chaos'. Apart, they are opposing definitions but together they are something entirely new and sometimes better."

Brittany nodded slowly as a smile spread across her face, still staring at the bottle.

"Like Brittana."

Santana looked to her left with an eyebrow raised waiting for an explanation, but Brittany was too engrossed with opening the putrid scented bottle of adhesive. Once it was open, she went about applying the glue to the backs of the two curvy shaped pieces of cardboard before flipping them on to the blue and yellow background of her project. She stood up as she pressed down on the pieces to make sure they stuck. As if she suddenly realized she had an audience, she answered the assuming eyebrow's question.

"We're an oxymoron. We're two different things but we're perfect together… You're like cement, San. You don't let anybody in. Even though you're really not hard as a rock at all. You just want people to think that so they don't try to hurt you. And I'm like rubber. I mean… I guess… I'm bouncy?"

Santana couldn't help but laugh at the comment as Brittany sat back down, turning to face Santana with an innocent smile.

"Yeah, Brit. You're bouncy. Everything bounces right off you. Can we please go to lunch now? I am starving!"

The bouncy blond hopped up off the stool, snatching the collage in one hand and the brunette's hand in the other as she proceeded to the front of the classroom. She released her best friend's hand and grabbed a purple marker from the teacher's utensil cup. She quickly scribbled something across the bottom of her artwork then placed the marker back in its home before neatly setting the collage on the corner of the desk. She once again retrieved Santana's hand as they made their way out of the room. The sound of the shorter girl's oversized pants sweeping the floor caught Brittany's attention.

"Santana, why do you always wear your brother's clothes?"

"Mom won't buy me my own pair because she says I'll never get a man if I wear overalls."

They looked at each other for a moment in confusion before sharing a simultaneous shrug and venturing out into the open hallways, letting the scent of tater tots guide them on their journey.