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"Finn! Noah! Get in here right now!"

Emma Schuester sighed, hesitating slightly before walking up the steps from the basement, where she had been working on the mountain of laundry that her family had created. She had to at least see why her husband was shouting for their two oldest boys.

After she wandered into the kitchen, where she had heard her husband's shouting, and had an instant scan of the room, she wished she hadn't left the dirty sock and undergarments mountain.

Light white goop had invaded the area. It was on the cupboards, the counters, the floor; let's just just to the chase and say that pretty much everything was covered in a fine layer of whatever on earth it was.

It was an obsessive compulsive woman's nightmare.

Or dream. Emma had trouble determining what it was sometimes.

Finn and Noah Schuester stumbled into the room several seconds later, where they found the sticky kitchen, a very angry father and a catatonic mother. "Uh... What seems to be the problem?" Finn asked.

"Don't play dumb, Finn," Will told his son, and he turned to Noah before the 'badass' could comment on the fact that Finn didn't need to play dumb. "Which one of you made this mess?"

"Why do you assume it was one of us?"

"Puck's right, it totally could have been-"

"Oh, come on, boys. Whenever something is ruined or explodes, you two are always the ones behind it," Will told them, arms crossed, giving the sixteen year olds a very stern look.

Puck glanced at his brother. "He's got a point."

Emma, having finally decided to do something besides gawk at the sticky mess and wonder which brand of cleaner would work best on getting it off the walls, let out a shaky breath and calmly said, "We are not angry, boys. We would just like to know what happened."

Finn shrugged. "I'd tell you if I could, Mom. I really don't know what happened."

Emma glanced at her other son. "Noah? Do you?"

He scratched the back of his neck, then mumbled, "I think I heard a motor or something going off down here. And a splatter... and a scream. I kind of thought Kurt was just watching Todd Sweeney or something." Even though he lived with musical-obsessed Kurt, he still didn't know much about musicals.

Will, having calmed down quite a bit, said, "Okay, so if it wasn't you two..." He paused as he saw Finn stroke the tip of his finger against one of the substance covered counters. "What are you doing?"

Emma almost had a heart attack when Finn stuck his finger in his mouth. "Finn, don't eat that! It could be poisonous! Or unsanitary!" As if it appeared out of nowhere, she clutched a wet wipe in her hand and started vigorously wiping his finger off. Will couldn't help but smile at his overprotective wife, who thought the smallest throat tickle was the first sign of tuberculosis. You'd never know that none of their children were biologically theirs.

Finn gently yanked his hand away from her and her sanitary wipe. "Mom, calm down. It's like a milkshake or something."

Will looked at the device on the counter that he had failed to notice before and quietly said, "That would explain the blender..." He ran a hand over his hair that was constantly made fun of by the cheerleading coach of the high school he taught Spanish at. "So if it wasn't Finn or Puck, then there are three suspects left."

"Make that one suspect," a voice called from the entrance of the kitchen. The four Schuesters turned around to look at the three remaining Schuesters, one of which was covered in the same pale liquid.

Kurt, the third oldest child in the family, was grasping onto the hand of the youngest, who looked very guilty. And goopy. "I found this sticky little sneak hiding under my dresser while I was moisturizing. I'm just lucky the floor of my room is hardwood."

The fourth youngest child, holding the little girl's other hand, looked at her parents with guilty brown eyes. "Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry! I was looking after her, I really was, but then I had to go to the bathroom. I was only gone for three minutes, I swear!"

"Tina." Will walked over and placed his hands on her slightly trembling shoulders. "You're not in trouble." He looked down at the small girl between the two teens and crouched down in front of her. "You, on the other hand..."

Emma joined her husband's side and asked, "Santana, honey, what happened?"

The little Latina, refusing to make eye contact with either of her adopted parents, looked down at the tiled floor and murmured, "I was makin' a protein shake, like Coach Sue makes."

Will let out a sigh. "That woman can't even give me a break at my own house."

Emma, a fresh towelette in her hand, started wiping off Santana's cheek. "Sweetie, we know you look up to her, but you shouldn't be making something in the kitchen without supervision from me, Daddy, or your brothers or sister."

Santana looked on the verge of tears, which was usual for the little girl, since she was always so brave and strong. "I'm sorry. Does this mean I can't go to Mini Cheerios?"

Will and Emma exchanged a glance. They weren't particularly fond of who taught the class, but they knew it meant the world to Santana, who wanted to be a cheerleader more than anything. There wasn't too much damage and nobody broke any bones. In the Schuester home, that was their idea of a successful afternoon. "Tell you what," Will started with a small smile as Emma began to wipe off her tan arms. "If you help Mommy clean up this mess and we get yourself cleaned up in time, you can still go."

Santana beamed and launched herself at her father, smearing goop all over him as she cuddled into his chest. "Gracias, papi!"

Oh well. Will didn't like that shirt, anyway.

"San, are you sure you wanna go to this class? I'm pretty sure there's still a spot in the basket weaving class."

"Yeah, Finn! Stop asking!" Santana glared at her eldest brother, who was behind the wheel of the car, driving her, Puck and himself to the Lima recreation center. "Why do you guys hate Coach Sue?"

"Why do you not hate her?" Puck asked, twisting around in the passengers seat to look at her. "She makes our dad's life a living hell for no reason, she can't even remember our mom's name, and I'm pretty sure she threw all the cookies you and Tina made at our last Christmas party into the fireplace." Why his mother invited her in the first place, he'll never know.

"She's a good coach," was the only defense Santana could come up with, and she didn't even sound so sure about that.

Santana's love for cheerleading and everything that has to do with cheerleading, including Sue Sylvester, could probably be traced back to the time she had come to work with her parents when her babysitter had been arrested. But that last part is another story entirely.

"Santana?"

"Si, papi?" She had been sitting on on her dad's Spanish classes all day, so she spoke in Spanish whenever she could.

"Where are the papers that were on my desk?"

Santana twirled around in Will's swivel chair and pointed to the box by his desk, simply because she didn't know the Spanish word for 'shredder.'

Will ran a hand over his face and let out a big sigh. "And what did Daddy tell you about those papers?"

"Uh... Don't touch them?"

"And what did you do?"

"... Touch them."

Will let out another sigh and shook his head. She was only four, after all. He probably would have done the same thing if he had her simple mind.

Heck, he probably would have done it with his more complex thirty seven year old mind if they weren't worksheets for his next class. Shredders were pretty fun.

"Well, looks like we'll have to make more copies, won't we? Vamanos." He led his daughter out of the room with him before she could ruin anything else.

He would have left Santana with Emma while he went to the copy room, but Emma's entire day had been spent counseling a troubled student. He didn't think Santana needed to hear about the fact that that kid was addicted to huffing the pink liquid soap in the bathrooms. Besides, as long as he kept a proper eye on her, she wasn't too much trouble.

... Most of the time.

Before he could even make the copies, a tall, blonde woman stomped into the break room and almost had an aneurism when she saw what Will was going to do. "Step away from the copier, macaroni head. That is property of the Cheerios and last time I checked, Cheerios weren't washed up Broadway stars with addictions to disturbingly tight vests."

Will let out a breath. "Sue, must you talk that way in front of my daughter?"

Sue looked down at little Santana, absolutely perplexed. "You got another one? That's like what, thirteen now?"

"We adopted Santana four years ago, Sue. You've seen her dozens of time before."

"William, you should really talk to someone about your addictions. First vests, now unwanted children. I can't believe Esmeralda would help you support your filthy, child collecting habits."

Santana knew she was saying mean stuff about her and her family, but she couldn't find herself to really pay attention to what she was actually saying. She was just so... tall.

While the two educators had a screaming match about 'how dare you' this and 'get your own copier' that, Santana snuck past the scary lady's spilt protein shake and out the door to see if she could find one of her big brothers, who were new freshmen to McKinley High. She'd deal with her dad's lecture about sneaking off later.

It was supposed to be lunch time, so she was going to check the cafeteria, despite the fact that she would have been squashed in an instant. But as she made her way towards the commons, she passed the open gymnasium doors. And what she saw made her stop and stare.

There were so many girls in there, so many pretty girls in pretty uniforms doing such pretty movements. Santana was instantly amazed at the routine they were going over, and how happy they looked while doing it. She didn't know why they were doing it, or what most of the cheers even meant, but she sure wished she could do it with them.

They seemed to take a break for a minute, so Santana slowly walked into the gym. She was never really a shy child, but being the only little kid in a room full of cool big girls was a bit intimidating.

"Sweetie?"

Santana turned to the source of the kind, gentle voice. What she saw was a beautiful girl with golden blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail looking down at her with shining, but confused hazel eyes. "Me?"

"Yes, you." The pretty cheerleader crouched down to talk to her on her level. "What are you doing here? Are you lost?"

Santana shook her head. "No. My mommy and daddy work here. Daddy's busy yelling at a scary giant."

The blonde smiled a small smile, knowing that the scary giant must have been her cheerleading coach. "I see. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Schuester's daughter. Your daddy tells us about you in Spanish class all the time. Santana, right?" Santana nodded, feeling pretty proud, considering someone so cool knew who she was. The pretty girl held out her hand for Santana to shake. "My name is Quinn. I love your dress."

It was at that moment that Santana decided Quinn Fabray was the coolest girl on earth. And that she had good taste in clothes.

"Let me take you to one of your parents," Quinn told the little girl, standing up and taking her hand. "They'll get worried."

Santana didn't want to leave. She wanted to watch the big girls do more pretty dancing things, but she didn't want to backtalk Quinn, so she simply let her lead her out of the gymnasium as soon as she let the other Cheerios know where she was going.

"Why were you in there?" Santana asked, pointing back to the gym.

Quinn smiled down at her. "We were practicing for the big game on Friday."

Santana already knew about the upcoming football game, since it was all Finn and Puck could talk about at the breakfast table that morning, so she didn't ask anymore about that. "But it's lunch time. Aren't you guys hungry?"

Quinn's smile faltered, but it was still there. At least a ghost of a smile was there. "Yes. Yes, we are."

Quinn didn't say anymore about the subject, and Santana didn't understand what she meant by that, but she didn't want to look like a dumb little kid, so she didn't press any further.

"So the giant is yelling at your daddy, huh?" Quinn changed the subject, since the silence, although short, wasn't something she liked. "I think that giant might be my cheerleading coach."

"She is?" Quinn nodded and Santana looked down at the purple high tops that used to belong to Tina. "I don't like her. She says mean things and she has a grumpy face. Why do you do what she says?"

Quinn shook her head ever so slightly, making her ponytail shake to and fro. "She's not the nicest person around, but she knows a thing or two about cheerleading. I probably wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for her."

And in Santana's four year old mind, what Quinn said linked Sue to being a pretty, perfect cheerleader and she unknowingly reconsidered her opinion on Sue.

"Santana?" Both girls turned around to see Finn, a paper bag in his hand, behind them, looking very confused. More so than usual. Once he saw who had her hand, Finn just looked flustered. "Oh, uh, hey, Quinn."

Quinn smiled. "Hi, Finn. I bet you're wondering why I have your sister."

"Not really. I can sort of guess what happened." Finn gave his little sister a pointed look and told her, "San, you gotta stop running off like that. You're lucky Quinn found you before Karofsky stepped on you or something." Santana rolled her eyes, something she learned from a twelve year old Kurt, but nodded in understanding.

"Why aren't you at lunch?" Quinn asked, looking down at the brown paper bag in his hands.

"Oh, uh, I had to ask Mr. Ryerson a question." Finn tried to hide where his mom wrote 'Finny' on his lunch sack in sharpie so pretty, popular Quinn wouldn't think he was a wussy momma's boy. His mom just made really good sandwiches, that's all. "He really liked the fabric of my shirt. He kept touching it and stuff."

"... Uh huh." Quinn had to suppress a giggle. Finn, who she pretty much knew as Mr. Schuester's son and a fellow freshman who was lucky enough to get on the football team, seemed a bit naive. He couldn't tell when an obvious pedophile was feeling him up, for God's sake. But at least he was cute about it. "I'm gonna find your dad. He must have noticed she's missing by now."

"Yeah, I'll, uh, come with you guys." Santana smiled and took his hand in her free one. As they started walking down the empty hallway again, Finn awkwardly looked down at his shoes, then at Quinn as he asked, "Hey, uh, after we drop her off, maybe you could, y'know, sit with me at lunch... a-and the rest of the football team! They'd totally be there too! So it wouldn't just be you and me, if you're worried about that, but, uh, y'know-"

And despite her better judgement, even though she knew Coach Sylvester would give her slack for skipping out on practicing and it could affect her trip on the pathway to head Cheerio next year, Quinn smiled and stopped his ranting by telling him, "I'd love to."

Santana smiled to herself. Even though she was only four, she knew her big brother had a crush on her newfound role model.

But what she didn't know was she would be the reason Finn and Quinn got together two weeks after that day.

Santana hadn't even realized how long she had thought about the fateful day two years ago when she discovered she wanted to be a Cheerio until she felt the buckle of the carseat she hated so very much being unbuckled and Puck helped her out of it.

As soon as she got on her feet, Finn handed her the duffel bag she had insisted she needed, even though it was only the first day of class. "I'm just saying, San, basket weaving sounds pretty fu-"

"Finn!" Santana slapped his knee, grabbing onto Puck's hand as they crossed the parking lot and into the rec center.

They reached the large room that Mini Cheerios was supposed to be taught in and Puck looked down at his youngest sister. "Okay, here it is, kid. Finn and I are gonna be shooting some hoops in the gym if you need anything."

"I won't." Santana confidently smiled. "I'm gonna be the best one in there and all the other girls are gonna cry 'cause they aren't as good as me."

Puck let out a short, but loud laugh. "Atta girl." He bent down to give her a kiss on the head and Finn did the same before she finally let go of her brother's hand so she could open the door. After waving goodbye to them, she pushed the door open with all her might and stumbled in as fast as her five year old legs could take her.

The Mini Cheerios class was held in a large room with plenty of space and a high ceiling, so the chatter and laughter of all the little girls bounced off the walls and was probably what caused the disgruntled look on Sue Sylvester, who was at the front of the class.

Santana dragged her bag along with her and as she made her way to the front of the group, she heard a little girl call her 'one of the Schuester orphans'. She recognized the little girl as Sugar Motta, an obnoxious little girl in her kindergarten class. She always talked about something called Aspergers and sang a little too loudly during music time. Not to mention the fact that she always said mean things to people and never got in trouble for it, since after the lone time she got a time out for calling Jacob Ben Israel a 'big dumb weirdo', her daddy threatened to turn the school into a parking lot. Santana didn't like her one bit, and she was willing to get a million time outs just to call her out on her brattiness.

Santana muttered a bad word she learned from Puck as she 'accidentally' rammed her duffel bag into Sugar's side before dropping it on the slick wooden floor. She looked up at Sue as she did, so she saw the bullhorn coming. The other little girls didn't.

After their frightened squeals died down, Sue, standing in front of the group as if she were Hitler and the small girls were her faithful Nazis, scanned the faces in front of her. Or below her. "Ladies. If you have had enough of your mediocre lives of stuffing your faces with aquatic cheese crackers and wetting yourselves and you want to make something of yourselves one day, you've come to the right place." Arms crossed behind her back, she began to pace in front of the small group. "About six or seven years from now, you twigs will enter William McKinley High School, your heads stuffed full of hopes and dreams and glitter glue, only to be shattered once the cold, clammy hand of reality slaps you and makes you eat the teeth that get knocked out of your plaque-infested mouths."

Most of the girls were trembling at that point, but not Santana. She was used to how Sue talked by then.

"But with the help of this class, I will train you to become a Cheerio. The Cheerios will be your sanctuary in an otherwise miserable existence, and if you make it out of this course alive; well, you know what they say about how what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

The girls were all five or six at the most, so they didn't. But they were successfully scared stiff, all except for Santana. Nothing much scared her. Not even Sue.

"I like to think of this course as an investment in my future as head coach of the Cheerios." Sue stopped pacing and turned to face her new little cheerleaders in the making. "If I train some of you now, then I'll know if you suck or not. That way, there'll be less fatties trying out."

Before Sue could further traumatize the small girls that weren't Santana, the door creaked open again and everyone turned around to see who it was.

"Uh, hi there." A teenage boy with light blonde hair and hazel green eyes, who couldn't be older than sixteen, was holding a small girl with the same blonde hair which was tied up in a high ponytail. "I'm really sorry we're late. Britt locked herself in the bathroom and it took a while to get her out of there."

"I forgot where the door was," the girl quietly said, blankly looking at the rest of the class from her brother's arms.

Most of the other girls snickered, but not Santana. She just observed the way the new girl was clutching onto her brother's shirt. It's the way she usually clutched onto one of her family member's shirts when she didn't want to be left somewhere.

"I don't need your life story, lady lips," Sue told him. "Unless you want to stick around while the girls practice their kicks which will be disturbingly close to your crotch, I'd suggest you leave."

While Sue continued talking, the potential future Cheerios listened closely in fear that she'd bite off the head of anyone who didn't. Santana snuck to the back of the group to observe this strange little girl and her older brother. Or she was at least guessing that's what he was.

"Sammy, I wanna stay with you," she quietly said, wrapping her arms around his neck when he tried to put her down so he couldn't. "I wanna see the pizza elves crawl out of the trunk of your car and hand you the boxes."

Santana could tell Sam was biting back a laugh. "Brittany, we've gone over this. When I deliver the pizzas, I get them from the pizzeria first, where they make them."

"Do elves make them?"

Sam can't look at his sister's innocent face and tell her the truth, so he just smiled and nodded. "They sure do, Britt."

"I still wanna stay with you."

Sam sighed after finally managing to peel her arms away from his neck. He stood her upright and put his large hands on her tiny shoulders. "Look, as soon as class is over, I'll pick you up and you can ride with me until I finish up my shift at Giardi's, okay? You'll have way more fun here. The teacher seems really… Maybe you'll make a new friend." For the first time, Sam noticed that Santana was looking intently at the siblings. He gave her a smile and pointed her out to Brittany. "That little girl looks nice. Why don't you go stand next to her?"

Brittany, for the first time since everyone laughed at her flub, didn't look entirely scared. "Okay."

Sam nodded. "Okay." He kissed her forehead and quietly said, "Oe tìyawn ngenga."

"…Ditto." Brittany waved as Sam made his way out the door before Coach Sylvester could make fun of his lips anymore. As soon as the door was shut, Brittany looked back a the group. Santana was the only one looking at her, since the other girls were listening to Sue talking about putting placenta in protein shakes, whatever that was. Slowly but surely, Brittany walked over to Santana, just like her brother suggested.

"Okay, my future minions, before you can have anything even resembling potential, you'll need to stretch out those string beans you call hammies," Sue told the girls, sitting down in a chair behind a desk at the front of the room and picking up a cheer magazine. Oh, and guess who was on the cover. "Partner up and start stretching so the torture can begin."

While most of the girls scurried around, looking for a partner, Brittany and Santana stayed where they were. Santana offered her a small smile. "Hi. I'm Santana."

"No, I'm not. I'm Brittany."

Santana blinked, then slowly said, "No, I meant my name is Santana."

"Oh." Brittany grinned. "That's pretty."

Most kids just comment on how 'Santana' is a weird name. Santana likes Brittany already.

Santana sat on the ground and began doing some toe stretches that Quinn taught her. Brittany mindlessly followed, as she figured that was what they were supposed to do. "Hey, what were those words your brother said to you before he left? Were those bad words? Puck won't teach me all of them, 'cause he says Mommy will get mad at him if he does."

Brittany shook her head. "It's Na'vi. That's how the people in Avatar talk. I think people in Taiwan speak it too."

Though Santana doubts the part about Taiwan, she nodded. "Oh. What does it mean?"

"I love you." Brittany grinned as she tried to reach her toes. "Sam's really smart. He knows lots about movies and he knows how to talk in lots of funny voices."

"My brothers talks in funny voices. But that's just what their voices sound like."

Brittany actually got that joke, so she laughed along with Santana and finally touched her toes. Unfortunately, that involved her faceplanting on the hardwood floor.

At least she did it. Santana could tell she was at least doing better than the other rejects in that class.

"Dude, you could have passed the ball to me at least once."

"Hey, when I'm in the zone, there's no stopping Puckzilla, bro."

Finn shoved his adoptive brother and best friend, chuckling the entire time. They had just emerged from the locker rooms, freshly showered and dressed, since their clean freak of a mother probably wouldn't have let them into the house if they didn't. Now they just had to get their sister and they could go home and shove a well-deserved meal down their throats.

They brushed past several parents, towing their sore and horrified daughters away from the room where Mini Cheerios had been held. The only two girls left were the only two girls who didn't seem to have been broken by Sue. In fact, they were sitting on the ground, propped up against Santana's duffel bag, giggling about one thing or another. "Hey, 'Tana," Finn greeted, his usual goofy grin creeping onto his face. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" Santana beamed up at her brothers. "Coach Sue says Britt and I were the best ones, and Sugar Motta cried like a big baby when she said that!"

Puck let out a snort, wishing he could have seen the little brat throw a fit, considering he had heard all the stories Santana told about her. "Guess you were right after all." He looked down at the little blonde, as if noticing her for the first time. "Aren't you going to introduce us to this little lady?"

"I'm not a little lady," Brittany said with a blank, yet very confused expression. "I'm Brittany."

From the hour and a half they had spent together, Santana gathered that Brittany wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but her brothers hadn't had that opportunity yet, so as Finn and Puck's faces twisted in confusion, she said, "Uh, yeah, this is Brittany. She's really nice and she's gonna be a pimpin' Cheerio someday."

Finn glanced over at his brother. "Dude, stop teaching her to talk like that."

Before Puck could retaliate, Santana continued with the introductions. "Britt, these are my brothers. The freakishly tall one is Finn."

Finn feigned hurt. "Thanks a lot, sis."

Santana rolled her eyes and smirked. "And the other goofball is Puck."

"I like your hair," Brittany quietly said, looking up at Puck. "It looks like there's a ferret sleeping on your head. And the ferret got run over by a steam roller."

"Uh…"

Finn leaned over and whispered, "I think that was supposed to be a compliment."

"Oh. Uh, thank you, then."

Santana looked back at Brittany. "And I told you about Kurt and Tina, but they're not here. You can meet them if you ever come over to play."

"Okay, say goodbye to Brittany, Santana," Puck told her, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "We gotta get home."

Santana pouted, stubbornly crossing her arms. "I'm not leaving Brittany alone."

"But Mom's worry wart's gonna explode if we don't-"

"No, Santana's got a point," Finn said, exchanging a glance with his brother. "We shouldn't leave her alone."

"She's not alone. Coach Sylvester is right-" Puck looked at the woman, who was back at her desk, absorbed in an article in her magazine about what an outstanding cheer coach she was, and thought about what he was going to say. "Yeah, we should probably stick around."

Finn looked back down at Brittany. "When was your mom or dad supposed to get here?"

Brittany seemed confused by that question. Santana seemed to think she knew what the problem was, so she decided to clarify. "Didn't Sam say he'd pick you up after practice?"

"Oh. Yeah." Brittany nodded. "He'll be here really soon. He'd never forget me." Brittany didn't know much, but she knew that.

And as if on cue, Sam Evans walked through the door literally ten seconds later. "Hey, Britt. Sorry I'm-" He paused once he saw the boys around his age two feet away from his sister. "Oh. Hi there. I'm Sam, Brittany's brother."

"Hey, man." Finn placed a hand on Santana's shoulder, as she had gotten up and helped Brittany up as well. "We're Santana's brothers. I'm Finn Schuester."

Puck nodded in a 'sup?' manner. "Puck."

"That's… That's an interesting name."

"It's a nickname. Short for my last name, Puckerman."

Sam looked almost as confused as his sister usually did. "Uh, I thought Finn just said his last name was Schuester. Are you guys stepbrothers or something?"

Puck shook his head. "Puckerman's actually my old last name. When the Schuesters took me in, I took their name but the nickname just sort of stuck."

Any confession of that sort about his past usually raised eyebrows, but Sam seemed cool with that explanation. "Ah. Cool." He had already assumed Santana was adopted, so maybe that was why he hadn't been that surprised.

"You go to McKinley?" Finn's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "I don't think I've seen you around." In a town as small as theirs, everyone pretty much knew everybody. So not knowing somebody was rare.

"Nah, we, uh, just moved here. And I'm not going to McKinley," Sam explained, stuffing one of his hands in his pocket.

"Oh. You going to Dalton?"

"… Yeah. Look, it was really nice to meet you guys, but I need to get back to work. I'm technically not even supposed to be here." Puck and Finn nodded in understanding as Sam held his hand out to his sister. "C'mon, Britt. Maybe if we hurry, you'll get to see one of the pizza elves."

Brittany gasped in excitement and let his big hand envelop hers. "Let's go!" She looked back at Santana and waved. "Bye! See you next week… Whenever that is."

Santana ran over to hug her new friend. "Bye! I'll ask my mommy and daddy if you can sleep over soon."

Sam smiled before he led Brittany out the door. His hunch about that little girl had apparently been right.

When the door was shut, Finn and Puck lead Santana out the other exit so they could get back to their car quicker and so their mother would be less likely to worry about why they had stayed so much later than they said they would. Which was, in reality, only about ten or twelve minutes. "Did something seem off about that Sam guy? Like, how he seemed kind of shifty?"

Finn shrugged. "He was probably just in a hurry to get back to work."

"Yeah, probably, but it was also kind of weird… Y'know, when Brittany didn't seem to know what we were talking about when we asked about her mom and dad."

"Dude, you're talking about a girl who thought calling your hair road kill was a compliment. She probably just got confused."

Puck nodded, shrugging it off as he helped Santana into her car seat and snugly buckled her up. After they got settled in and started driving away, Santana looked out the window and watched as the recreation center got farther and farther out of sight. She wished she could see Brittany sooner than in a week.

If only she knew what was yet to come.

Well, there you go.

I know there wasn't much Kurt or Tina, but don't worry, there will be. However, it will probably mostly be Santana and Brittany.

And while we're talking about that, this is strict Brittana friendship. I'm a Brittana shipper as well, but not all love has to be romantic. Love is bigger than that. And besides, they're five. Sweet lady kisses are the last thing on her mind.

Just to keep the ages in line to avoid confusion, here they are:

Will- 39
Emma- 38
Finn- 16
Puck- 16 (younger by a few months)
Kurt- 15
Tina- 14
Santana- 5
Brittany- 5
Sam- 16

Sue's age isn't that important, because she's immortal.

As the story progresses, we'll find out why the Schuester kids are where they are now and how they joined the Schuester family. And maybe we'll figure out more about the Evans too...

Please review! Reviews are how I know if I'm screwing things up or not! :D