A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed and subscribed to the story! It really means a lot. I just wanted to get this chapter out before real things took over my life like course work haha. I don't have a beta or anything so this is un-edited. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Santana strode into class fifteen minutes late; her scuffle with that walking travesty of a blonde causing her to have an actual excuse for once. Still irate from being knocked on her ass minutes before, she stormed to her seat, ignoring the questioning glance Quinn threw at her. The brunette winced as her ass came in contact with her chair, already feeling a serious bruise forming there.

She briefly made eye contact with Quinn, who quietly mouthed "Are you okay?". Santana opened her mouth to respond to her friend before she was interrupted by the voice of their teacher.

"Miss Lopez! What a pleasure to see you taking your usual steadfast approach to education on this fine afternoon." Mrs. Adams exclaimed sarcastically. "Would you care to explain the reason for your tardiness?"

"Well Mrs A," Santana began, leaning back in her chair and clasping her hands behind her head in her typical 'I don't give a fuck' stance. "I was really pumped to get here and get my-," she paused, leaning over the aisle to spot the book the class was currently reading on Quinn's desk, "Great Gatsby on, but on my way here I was accosted by a hideous looking yeti who not only bruised my perfectly formed ass but caused me to be late for this obviously riveting lesson! It was very traumatic!" The brunette concluded with false sincerity.

Santana had a smug look on her face as the classroom broke out in hysterics. Quinn had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at her friends antics, as she noticed the unamused glare Mrs. Adams was throwing in the brunette's direction.

"That's enough Miss Lopez," Mrs. Adams snapped, shaking her head in disappointment. "You can see me after class." The class oohed and a few students snickered at the Latina's misfortune of having to be reprimanded by their teacher, to which Santana shot them a withering glance that shut them up almost instantly.

Mrs. Adams huffed, and turned around to write the class's assignment up on the board. Santana's previous disruption had exasperated the woman to no end. She could not understand how one of the brightest students that she had ever taught, could at once be the most troublesome and disruptive pupil in the class. "Okay class, I want you to get in pairs and work through the reading to be able to discuss the themes and symbols used in 'The Great Gatsby' in order to complete your assignment due next week."

The class shuffled around and got in their respective pairs; Santana immediately moved her desk next to Quinn's and propped her head up on her hand, already bored. The brunette had read 'The Great Gatsby' more than enough times to know the material like the back of her hand and even had an extremely well worn copy of it tucked into the bookshelf in her dorm room. Not that she was about to broadcast that particular tidbit of knowledge. No way in hell.

"Okay..." Quinn drawled, fixing the brunette with a pointed look, "Want to tell me what crawled up your ass?"

"Well if you must know," Santana began, pausing from the doodle she was creating in the margin of her notebook which depicted Sarah Williams, their class mate currently sitting two rows next to them, as some sort of demon made entirely out of tits. It was a pretty accurate drawing, if Santana did say so herself. "My ass is totally killing me. Some She-Hulk totally tackled me in the quad on my way here, and let me tell you...if my Buffy dvds weren't on the line, I would have totally bailed on this class to show that bitch a true Lopez style showdown!"

Waaaait a minute!" Quinn interrupted, "Are you trying to tell me that whole posturing act back there was for real?"

"Santana Lopez does not 'posture', Q, I'm the real deal," Santana insisted, pointing to herself in cocky assuredness.

Quinn raised her eyebrow and drawled, "Riiiiiiight."

"In any case," the Latina waved her hand dismissively, " I'm here, and relatively hangover-free, so lets get this shit over with."

Quinn rolled her eyes in response and opened up her book to read while Santana continued working on the offensive 'masterpiece' adorning her notebook page. A half hour later the bell rang signaling the end of class and everyone was rapidly packing up their bags to rush out the door. Quinn and Santana packed up their things and made their way to the front of the class; Quinn paused to turn back to her friend.

"Meet you in the quad in a few?"

Santana gave her a brief nod in response and Quinn threw her a small reassuring smile before turning around and heading out the door.

Santana walked up to Mrs. Adams desk and cleared her throat to get the woman's attention away from the paper she was grading. Mrs. Adams glanced up at the brunette before reaching to the drawer to her right to grab something from inside.

"You know Santana," she began, "despite your constant attempts to pretend not to care about your education, I think you and I both know otherwise." She took the paper she had grabbed out of the desk drawer and slid it across the surface of the table for the girl to take. Santana picked it up and glanced over the page, taking note of the small comments of praise written all along the margins.

"Your poem was wonderful Santana; probably some of the best work I've ever received." the woman confessed honestly, "You have an incredible talent, and I'm really looking forward to see more great work I know your capable of."

Santana's gaze was cast on the floor trying to look anywhere but in the direction of her teacher, clearly uncomfortable with the compliment. She rocked back on her heels and pressed her lips together trying to ease the awkwardness she felt.

"So uh, am I in trouble or...?"

"Not today," Mrs. Adams shook her head. "But in the future please do me a favor and keep the disruptions down to a minimum, okay?"

"Yeah," the brunette muttered. "Sure, Mrs. A"

Opening up her messenger bag to shove her poem inside, Santana quietly muttered a goodbye, turned heel, and fled out the door.


Santana and Quinn were lounging along opposite benches in the quad during their free period trying to get the most out of the gorgeous fall day they were having. Soaking up the sun with her Ipod blaring the dulcet tones of Emily Haines in her ears, Santana was the perfect picture of relaxation. Which was amazing, right up until she felt the presence of someone hovering over her, their shadow blocking the sunlight from reaching her bronzed skin.

Santana reached up to push her sunglasses on top of her head, taking notice of who dared interrupt her precious tanning time.

"Foster." She bit out, raising her eyebrow in question to his presence. Quinn sat up immediately at the mere mention of her boyfriends name, and threw him a dazzling smile.

"Lopez!" Gabriel greeted cheerfully, "So nice to see you on this beautiful day!" He playfully punched her shoulder and moved to sit next his girlfriend, greeting her with a soft kiss.

"Hey darlin'" he drawled, causing the blonde to giggle and lean into him.

"What do you want Foster? You totally interrupted my Zen flow." Santana inquired, trying to grab the boys attention away from the blonde's lips, which seemed to be a Herculean effort. Their lovey-dovey displays were making her slightly nauseous.

"What? I can't come say hi to my two favorite girls?" Gabe replied, feigning hurt. "And for the record, watching the Matrix does not make you a Zen master."

"Whatever." Santana brushed his comment off with a shrug, fairly certain that all her time practicing bending spoons with her mind was not for nothing. She was totally Zen! And the leather jacket look? Santana knew for a fact that she rocked that look SO hard.

"The point is Foster, I know you better than that. Now come on out with it."

"Fine." He relented. "You see that guy over there?"

Gabriel pointed directing the girl's attention to the other side of the quad where a tall beefy looking guy stood with his friends, humping the air and making crude doggy style motions thrusting his pelvis back and forth and miming slaps to the imaginary ass he was tapping. He finished the pathetic display by giving his friends pounds and nodding his head in Gabe's direction. "Well, he wants to know if your free to go to Puck's party on Friday."

"Uhhh you mean the 'Busy World of Richard Scarry' over there?" Santana asked, turning around to give Gabe an 'Are you fucking kidding me?' look. "That ape couldn't even BUY two neurons to rub together to form a complete sentence, and you seriously expect me to go out with him?"

"Oh come on Santana, Rich isn't THAT bad..." Gabe tried to reason. Slowly coming to the realization that he needed to stop letting people talk him into doing things for them. They rarely turned out well.

"Any one who legitimately uses 2Ge+her lyrics as pick up lines is THAT bad."

"You don't mean..." Quinn interrupted, refusing to believe that could actually be true.

"Oh believe me Q, I DO mean,"Santana assured her, "Two weeks ago he came up to me at that party the seniors threw down by the lake and offered me a wine cooler. A fucking WINE COOLER. Can you believe that? And then he was all like 'Hey baby, I know my calculus, it says you plus me, equal us.' It was a total shit show!"

Quinn and Gabe crumbled into hysterics, "Oh my god, I can't even believe that's real! What a chump!" The blonde said, wiping a tear from her eye. "Speaking of 2Ge+her...you hear they're getting back together?"

"Shut up!" The Latina exclaimed in disbelief, "Wait, didn't one of them die?"

"Well yeah, I think it's just going to be the four of them."

"Shit Q, that's like the best news I heard all day."

"Say it don't spray it S," The blonde said with a smirk, the pair came together to sing out the next verse. "I want the news, not the weather!"

"If you two are done reminiscing about absolutely terrible fake boy bands," Gabe interrupted, looking on as the two girls were still clutching their stomachs in laughter. "Anyone know what the deal is around campus? Everyone around here seems to be going batshit about something."

"Oh you haven't heard?" Quinn asked him. "Apparently some celebrity or something is moving into the dorms, there have been moving trucks outside all afternoon."

"Great. Thats just what we need." Santana grumbled. "Another filthy rich entitled wannabe shoving their 'glamorous' life in everyone's faces."

"Well, I haven't met her yet, but I've heard really nice things actually."

"Wait...her?" Santana asked curiously. "What dorm is she moving into?"

"Ours."

"Oh, just fucking great."


Brittany Pierce quietly moved around her dorm room, putting the finishing touches on her décor. Unable to find a hammer, the blonde looked around for something to use as a make shift tool in order to hang the print currently resting against the wall. Grabbing a textbook off her desk, the blonde figured it was a good a tool as any, and started hammering the nail into the wall. Hook in place, she reached down to grab the print from the floor, a black and white movie poster of 'Le Samourai', one of her favorite classic movies. Print finally in place, the blonde decided to finish the moving process by putting away her clothes.

The movers had left around an hour ago and Brittany was glad she had some time to herself. The day had been a whirlwind of events. From having to go over all her forms and class schedules with the headmaster, figuring out where the movers were going to put all her stuff, avoiding the inquisitory stares and hushed whispers about her from her now-fellow classmates, and to to it all off the disastrous scuffle with that irate Latina earlier this afternoon; Brittany was having a rather chaotic first day.

Brittany transferred to Mount Royal from a private school in California after an incident in her private life had leaked into the tabloids, making her life on campus a living nightmare. The paparazzi had found some rather creative ways of sneaking into the gated institution, leaving almost no place safe for her to go without being hounded about her personal life. Having two well known actors for parents certainly didn't help matters very much, making it almost impossible for Brittany to have a normal high school life. David and Rebecca Pierce thought it best to send their daughter far away from California in the hopes that she could get out of the media spotlight and things can go back to resembling some sort of normalcy.

So much for that Mom and Dad! The blonde thought bitterly already dreading the interactions she would be sure to have tomorrow, with the way people were already whispering about her.

Growing bored with the seemingly never ending amount of clothed the blonde still had left to put away, she decided to take a break and venture out of her room to grab a drink from the vending machine she spotted down the hall on her way in.

Grabbing her wallet off her desk, Brittany headed out of her door and made her way down the corridor. Rounding the corridor, she bumped into a pretty blonde that stood next to the very same Latina that she had collided with earlier.

Two sets of eyes widened as they recognized the other. Shock apparent on both their faces, the pair exclaimed simultaneously.

"You!"

"You!"