PART 1

"Do you want to put a wager on that?"

Quinn and Santana had been bickering for quite some time in the girls' locker room. Brittany was really getting tired of this. She had lost track of time and she was hungry. It could have been time for dinner for all she knows. If she didn't put a stop to this, they might get locked up in school. It wouldn't be such a bad idea if it was just her and Santana. But for now she would just let them bicker some more. If they started to pull each others hair, she might need to step in.

Ever since Quinn and Santana left Sue's office, they had been throwing barbs back and forth. Sue had made both of them co-captain and neither were willing to back down.

"Hey I was the first one who decided to join Cheerios again and you decided to tag along."

"I wasn't tagging along. It's always been my plan. I want to have two Nationals win in my senior year. As if I'll ever be your second stringer."

"Oh please Q, ever since you got knocked up, you just became this low life. And you think by joining Cheerios, you'll get that status again, as if."

"My status has always been there. It was just lying dormant while I let people like you have your 5 minutes. And now I'm taking it back. It's senior year and I'm ruling the school."

"You think you're all that, don't you? Like you're so good that you can get everyone to follow you. Like you can get whoever you want."

"That's because I can get whoever I want."

"Haha, yeah right. I can get whoever I want. You're no longer relevant here."

And that was the last words they exchanged before Santana turning the heat up in their competition.

"What do you have to offer? Your beat up car? No thank you."

"My savings. $1000." Santana was dead serious about putting a wager on their competition.

Quinn just laughed it out, "You're willing to lose $1000. Okay, bring it on."

"I need to know whether you do have the money, because at the end of the day, I'll be collecting."

"My money is good." Both girls were now standing inches apart eyeing each other. "So how do we do this? We pick one person and see who he'll pick?" Quinn wondered.

"No. I think we each work separately. We each pick a loser. And it has to be something more, like that loser has to fall in love with you. Even better if there's a big public declaration. There should be a bonus for that." Santana was already imagining the situation.

"Okay, how do we pick these losers?"

"Hey Brit," Brittany had been following the conversation the whole time and she was getting excited of the prospect.

"No problem. Losers coming right up." Santana didn't need to finish the sentence because Brittany was already going off to one corner to write down some names in pieces of papers.

"Brittany, they can't be juniors. Just seniors, okay," Quinn made her request.

"Yeah Brit, and pick the losers of the losers," Santana added. Then she turned to Quinn, "So whoever can get that loser to fall in love with them first wins."

"Okay." Brittany skipped over to them and handed them a box with rolled up papers.

Quinn and Santana reached in the box at the same time, and they were even slapping each other's hands in the box. Finally they each pulled out a piece of paper.

Santana rolled open her paper and read the name aloud, "Karofsky, heh, this should be easy."

"What? He's not a loser. He's in the football team." Quinn looked at Brittany disbelievingly.

"He's a loser in my eyes." Brittany just said matter of factly.

"Hey Q, don't be a sour puss. What's in the paper is final. Now who did you get?"

Quinn sneered, then she rolled down her paper. Her eyes bulged when she saw the name. "Brittany, it's supposed to be just boys."

"What? You said losers, you didn't specify gender. Besides you said you can get anyone you want. So it shouldn't be a problem."

Santana was chuckling and high-fiving Brittany, "Come on Q. You like the challenge. So who did you get?"

"This wouldn't be fair. It'd be easy to get a boy to fall in love with you."

"Just give the name. Or are you admitting defeat already. You want to hand me your $1000." Santana was enjoying this even though she didn't have a clue why Quinn looked so nervous.

"Rachel Berry," Quinn huffed out loud.