Mr. Schue walked into the hotel that he was staying in, a block away from where all the kids were staying. He smiled at the receptionist, "Will Schuster."
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice drifted to him that made chills run down his spine, "What are you doing here?"
Will sighed and looked to his right to find Sue Sylvester. "Hello Sue. My kids are at the music camp down the street."
"What a coincidence," she eyed him, putting her hands in the pockets of her red jogging suit. She picked up the key one of the receptionists put on the counter for her. "Have fun in your economy room Will," Sue slung her duffle bag at the nearest bell boy, "I'll be up in my presidential suite with my Jacuzzi bathtub, fireplace, and view of the exotic car dealership across the highway from the top floor. You know why Will? Because I'm a winner. And winners are on top. Don't forget to chase away the rats in the subbasement before you go to sleep. I'm sure they'll be attracted to all of that rancid product you put in your hair. They might mistake it for their nests."
"Goodnight Sue," Will sighed and watched her board the elevator.
The first day of camp, Brittany awoke to the loud screeching of an alarm clock blasted over the intercom at six am. She immediately jumped out of the top bed in the bunk and started getting dress. Her roommate however just slid off of the bottom bunk and slowly started moving around the room.
Brittany was disappointed that they were matching roommate in alphabetical order and not on request. She did like her roommate; she just wished Santana was her roommate. Quinn was a nice enough roommate to have though.
They both walked to their side of the room where a tiny built in closet and dresser was on opposite sides of one wall for each other them. Brittany immediately pulled on her white v-neck shirt and red cotton shorts, the official work out clothes for Cheerio camp. She shook out her hair and ran a brush through it before putting it up. Some light mascara was all that was allowed during the conditioning part of camp so Brittany was ready in no time. Then after a quick trip to the communal bathroom down the hall, Brittany glanced at herself one last time at the mirror on the wall.
She walked out the door with a smile to a grouchy Quinn who was still tugging on her shoes.
Brittany loved Cheerio camp. Every year she got to spend two whole weeks with the whole cheerleading squad. She spent two weeks dancing, cheering, and hanging around with the squad. This year though was going to be twice as awesome because she got to practice glee as well.
Once out of the dorm buildings, Brittany trotted to the field across a small street from the dorms. There was only one other Cheerio on the field. Brittany smiled though because it was her favorite Cheerio.
Santana let out a small smile at Brittany as she came walking up. Brittany had always been a morning person. Her best friend returned her smile, but magnified it a few thousand times. Santana gave into impulse and pulled Brittany into a hug.
She held Brittany there, until she saw a few other the other cheerleaders mope out of the building. The blonde was slightly confused at the sudden withdrawal, but when she saw the other Cheerios she understood. Santana had talked about keeping her reputation intact and having to work twice as hard to be a better head Cheerio than Quinn was. Now that Quinn was back on the squad Santana was freaked out a little bit so she quadrupled her efforts to be better than Quinn. She would not be dethroned.
By the time they trudged into lunch, all the Cheerios where thoroughly exhausted. Conditioning before breakfast was definitely not their favorite way to start the day, then the cheerleading coach they had for the came was almost a ten times meaner than Sue Sylvester, something which Sue, who was sitting in the bleachers watching, admired.
"C'mon," Santana told Brittany and Quinn while all the other girls went off to their dorms to nap. They all walked through the small campus and met up with the guys on the way.
"I'm so sore," Finn whined.
Puck looked at Santana who rolled her eyes, "We were doing suicides for an hour."
"Well Coach Crazy Bitch made us run five minutes before doing six hundred sit ups," Quinn retorted, "All before breakfast."
When they walked into the room where they were supposed to meet the rest of the gleeks, they found a similar set up to their choir room at McKinley. Chairs were seated on some platforms facing the piano. The other kids were already there as was Mr. Schue who was leaning on the piano.
He smiled, "Alright guys. Thanks for coming."
Some mumbled replies came from the athletes while they sunk into their chairs.
He frowned a little at their un-enthusiasm, but chalked it up to the blaring alarm at 6am. "Alright guys I was thinking some 'Cabaret' for a warm up."
Normally, Brittany would walk with a little pep in her step because that's just who she was, but tonight she trudged back up to her room following Quinn who was basically dead on her feet. They said goodbye to Santana who was staying on the floor above them a few seconds ago.
Instead of changing, Brittany and Quinn fell into their beds with their clothes still on and were almost out immediately, dreading the sound of the 6am alarm the next morning.
Six days into camp, Brittany was so tired she was starting to mix up her dances. During Cheerios practice, the cheerleading coach that was worse than Sue yelled at her. In fact the yelling was so harsh that, even Coach Sylvester told her to take it down a notch. Santana was about to strangle the bitch when Quinn took her hand and shook her head. Brittany got back in line trying to blink back tears.
When they got to glee, Santana took Brittany's hand for the first time all day. The blonde gave her a weak smile and sunk into the chair.
"Alright guys," Mr. Schue walked in, "Let's go over 'Don't Cry for Me Argentina' again."
Everyone took their places and Rachel started singing. A few beats into the song, Brittany mixed up the dances again and bumped into Rachel.
"What is going on?" Rachel demanded and stopped the song.
Santana jumped in and was ready to hit Rachel for yelling at Brittany. "Listen Rupaul," she stepped into Rachel's personal space, "You better back the fuck off."
"Hey," Quinn stepped between them, "We're all tired. You don't need to get all bitchy."
"Back off has-been," Santana pissed and looking for a fight.
"San," Brittany said with tears in her eyes, "It's okay."
"No it's not," Santana set her jaw.
Quinn's eyes narrowed, her old self was coming back with a venomous fury that almost matched Santana's. "Don't get mad at Rachel just because you didn't have the guts to stand up for Brittany earlier."
Santana shoved Quinn and got ready to attack. Puck managed to stop a lunge by grabbing Santana around the waist, but she elbowed him in the stomach so hard he fell to the ground. Mike and Matt jumped in but ended up on the floor with Puck a few seconds later. Rachel looked to Finn like he should do something, but he just stood there looking panicked.
"Santana!"
The head Cheerio froze with her fist in the air, aimed at Quinn who was the only person between her and Rachel. The color in Quinn's face was gone as she readied herself to be pummeled. Santana looked at the blonde that screamed her name. Brittany had tears streaming down her face, but she didn't look sad or even distraught. She looked angry. "That's enough!"
Santana dropped her hand. Although eighty percent of her life had been spent with and around Brittany she'd never seen her best friend that angry. In fact, the entire glee club, including Mr. Schue was staring at her dumbfounded.
However, Brittany hadn't planned her actions any farther than yelled at Santana to stop so just turned on her heel and walked out of practice.
"Brittany," Santana called and trotted after the blonde.
Quinn slowly turned around to look at Rachel, "You okay?"
The diva nodded, "I…um, thank you for standing up for me."
A rarely seen kind smile came from Quinn, "No problem. It didn't look like wonder boy was going to do anything." She jerked her head toward her ex-boyfriend.
Finn heard the biting remark and ducked his head, knowing he was going to get shit for it later. Mr. Schue helped Puck, Mike, and Matt up.
"How did Santana take down three guys by herself?" Artie asked from his safe spot in the corner.
Puck groaned as he stood and sat down again, "When Santana gets mad, like really mad, she gets like Hulk strong. I saw her beat up four hockey players that called Brittany stupid."
Mr. Schue looked at his watch and clapped his hands together, "Well it's been a long day. Why don't you guys go get some rest?"
No one argued with him and they all left, groaning and grumbling.
"Brittany," Santana finally caught up with Brittany outside the dorm building.
Brittany stopped walking and turned around to meet Santana's eyes. The brunette brought her hand up and wiped away some residual tears on her face. At the touch all of Brittany's anger disappeared.
"I'm sorry," Santana whispered, "I…completely overreacted. I'm just…tired and confused and sore."
"Confused?" Brittany asked as Santana pulled her to some benches by the entrance to the building.
Santana nodded, "I'll tell you about it later." She knew she was eventually going to have to tell Brittany, but first she was going to have to figure out what to say.
Brittany nodded in acceptance and rested her head on Santana's shoulder, "I'm tired San."
"Me too," Santana sighed and wrapped her arms around Brittany.
As soon as Quinn came by to tell them that Mr. Schue dismissed them early, they both went upstairs, into their own rooms and passed out cold..
