"Brittany! Why are you wearing that?" Santana squealed when she met with the blonde in front of Jane Addams academy.

Brittany looked confused and glanced down at her Cheerios uniform.

"You can't wear that here." Santana explained, gesturing to her own jeans and purple top.

Brittany still looked confused, "Why not?"

Santana just shook her head and drug her back outside to her car, to get Brittany changed. She went through the clothes that were stowed away in the car and handed them to Brittany, guiding her into the backseat of the car. Once she was changed, Santana made sure to lock her car before leading Brittany inside.

Mr. Schue arranged for Ms. Hitchens to be the one to show the girls around because they were sort of familiar with her already. Santana knocked on the door and felt Brittany nervously take her hand. She looked back and let out a reassuring smile to the blonde, "It'll be okay. I promise."

"C'min," Ms. Hitchens called.

Santana opened the door and led the way in. Ms. Hitchens stood from her desk when the girls came in. She let out a kind smile, "Hey girls. I hope you made it through the metal detectors okay."

Santana nodded although she thought she was going to have to rip apart the officer that was checking Brittany with the metal detecting wand. It could have been her imagination, but the guy looked a little too interested in Brittany's body.

"Here are your schedules," she handed them each a piece of paper, "They're pretty much the same as your old ones except for we don't have cheerleading. Our squad got in a fight last year at the all city competition and the school board banned cheerleading for a year."

Santana remembered that. She started to run to see what was happening, but she and Brittany were 'getting ready' in the utility closet down the hall for good luck. Not that they needed it, but Brittany was superstitious about such things and who was Santana to argue.

"We tried to get you in all the same classes, but you two are going to have to go to different Art classes during sixth period. We have an overcrowding problem as it is. We wanted to help out you and your school more by taking in more students, but we just can't."

Santana looked at their schedules and sure enough they were going to be separated for one period. She didn't like it, but she couldn't help it.

"Do you two need anything or have any questions?" Ms. Hitchens asked.

"What about off campus lunch?" Santana asked.

Ms. Hitchens nodded, "But that may end soon. We've been having a problem with people going to lunch and not coming back." She paused, "Any thing else?"

Santana looked over at Brittany. The blonde looked back and shrugged.

"I wanted to invite you two to practice with out glee club," Ms. Hitchens offered, "I know you won't compete with us, but you're welcome to practice. Maybe we could teach you something and maybe you could teach us something."

Santana looked to Brittany. The blonde was cautiously excited. She wanted to be in glee, but she didn't want to betray her own glee club.

"You don't have to answer right now," Ms. Hitchens saw the silent conversation going on in front of her, "We practice during study hall, since it starting to get cold outside. It's the only way we can practice in a classroom without people complaining about the noise."

Santana nodded, "Thanks."

"If you two have any questions or problems today let me know," she replied.

The girls stood up and as soon as they left the room, Brittany's hand found Santana's. Santana gave it a gentle squeeze. She might not should have talked so much shit about this school. Of course she never thought she'd be going to this school.

Quinn giggled. She liked this school so far. It was quiet all the time and she knew where Rachel was at all times. Also, between periods she would walk up behind Rachel and yell, "Rachel Berry!" Rachel would jump and if Quinn was lucky she could drop her books. The last time she did that Rachel spilled a soda. Among the regular kids at the school, everyone just saw Rachel drop her things and assumed she was clumsy so they all stayed away from her around stairs and liquid.

As much fun as it was to scare Rachel all the time, she was the only person to talk to at the school and Quinn decided at lunch it was time to make nice. Well, sort of.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked, watching everyone file down the hallway. Of course no one could hear her. She just sighed and went to her locker. She was tired of being in a school where she didn't know what was going on without an interpreter.

"It's lunchtime."

The voice made Rachel jump and whirl around. She came face to face with Quinn. "Oh. Um, thanks." Rachel watched Quinn walked off for a few seconds wondering how she was fairing. Then Quinn turned around and met her gaze, "C'mon we're going to lunch." With that, she turned around and kept walking.

Rachel shoved her binder into the locker and closed it. She wasn't sure why she was so eager to follow Quinn. After a while day of classes where no one could hear her, lunch with Quinn didn't seems too horrible.

Quinn was already to her car when Rachel stepped out side. The blonde unlocked the car and got in, starting the ignition just as Rachel got there. Once Rachel was in the car, Quinn pulled out of the parking lot.

"Where are we going?" Rachel asked cautiously.

"Breadstix," Quinn stated.

When they got there, Quinn led the way inside and was about to tell the hostess they needed a table for two when she spotted Brittany and Santana sitting at booth. "Thank god. People who talk." Quinn bypassed the hostess and Rachel followed.

Brittany and Santana were sitting next to each other in the booth so Quinn and Rachel sat on the other side. Brittany beamed when she saw them, but Santana didn't look too happy.

"Hey," Quinn smiled at Brittany, "How's your new school?"

"It smells weird," Brittany answered, "And Santana almost got in a fight."

"Surprise. Surprise," Quinn smirked.

"Ephasia is a bitch. I kicked her ass in first grade," Santana retorted scooting a little closer to Brittany.

"Do you go anywhere without making an enemy?" Quinn asked playfully. She was in such a good mood now that she could talk to people who talked back.

Santana rolled her eyes and added, "We're on the honor roll."

"How?" Rachel sputtered, "You've only been there for half a day."

"We were there the whole time," Santana answered flatly. She picked up a breadstick and offered it to Brittany. The blonde smiled and took it breaking it in half and giving the other half to Santana.

"How's the deaf school?" Santana asked.

Quinn smirked and looked at Rachel, "It's not that bad."

"It's horrible," Rachel looked back at Quinn, "My interpreter is creepy and keeps looking at me weird. I can't ask questions without him. Everyone avoids me because they think I'm clumsy." She last part she added with a bit of venom at Quinn.

The blonde chuckled, "Okay I'll stop scaring you in the hallway."

They both turned their attention to the girls across the table. Santana was tracing a scar on Brittany's forearm. It seemed liked such a tender moment that Quinn and Rachel didn't want to interrupt. They knew that Brittany and Santana were having a hard time deal with what went down and how close both of them came to not existing anymore.

"I still can't believe it," Rachel whispered to Quinn.

Quinn just nodded. "Me either." She chanced a glance over at Brittany and Santana. Santana's face was nuzzled against Brittany cheek and their eyes were closed. Quinn sighed and looked down at the table. She wanted that. She wanted that kind of connection that could survive being crushed with tons of concrete and a two-story fall onto a pile of rubble. She wanted that silent beautiful way that they could communicate with the smallest touch. For as much shit as she gave Santana, Quinn was insanely jealous of what she had with Brittany.

"Quinn?" Rachel asked quietly, "Are you okay?"

Quinn bobbed her head up and down, "Yeah I'm fine."

Rachel gave Quinn a hopeful smile, "I'm sure the our school will be back to normal soon. On the way over here I saw Coach Sylvester with a bullhorn yelling at the construction workers."

"Coach said the school will be back to normal in a month," Santana interjected.

"See?" Rachel tried to make Quinn feel better about what she thought Quinn was sad about, "Everything will be back to normal soon so you better scare me in the hallway while you have the chance."

Quinn smiled a bit at Rachel and nodded, "Yeah. Watch out."

Rachel grinned back.

"So ladies," the waitress asked appearing at the end of the table, "What are we having this afternoon?"