"Jesus, Santana! Where have you been? And who was that?" hissed Quinn, running over to me as I walked to the car. I couldn't help grinning at her, and she stopped right in front of me. I'll tell you later. She nodded in silence, and turned around back to the others.

Kurt stuck his head out of the window and gestured desperately, "Get in the car, Cheerios, before those 'roid monkeys find us!"

I rode shotgun, so Quinn sat in the backseat, sandwiched between the door and Berry. Without a word, I tossed Rachel her cellphone, barely holding in a laugh as she almost dropped it in surprise. When I put on my seatbelt, I felt a hand on my shoulder and a muttered "Thanks, Santana." I shrugged, smiling inwardly.

I guess these Glee losers aren't all that bad.

Kurt backed out of the parking lot and drove quickly, headed for the Lima Bean. Once we were all settled in the car, there was moment of silence—and we all burst out laughing, talking at once about what had just happened.

"God, Rachel, your damn phone ruined the mission!"

"Blame Finn! He's the one that called!"

"Y-y-you could h-have put it on silent m-mode!"

"Forget that, did you see the look on Kurt's face when those Vocal Adrenaline guys started doing full splits?!"

"Hey, in my defense, I don't think I was the only one who found that insanely hot!"

"Amen!" resounded throughout the car. Well, except for me, since my thoughts were still stuck on Brittany. Noticing my silence, Quinn asked, "And Santana! Geez, where the hell did you go? We thought they'd caught you."

"Please. You think they'd be able to catch me? I always beat you at sprinting in practice. Those muscle monkeys didn't even come close." Okay, maybe I had almost gotten close, but they didn't need to know that. "I just ran circles around them until they gave up." No need to mention hiding in the closet.

Mercedes piped in, "And how did you even find your way out? We stuck together, but we still kept hitting dead-ends. Kurt was ready to go on his knees and beg for mercy."

"I guess I got lucky."

Kurt laughed while parking outside the Lima Bean. "You call yourself just lucky? Do you even know what Vocal Adrenaline did to the last person they caught snooping in their auditorium?"

Curious, I looked at him with a raised brow. "What did they do?"

"Well, the last guy was forced to appear in a student's cover of Run, Joey, Run. Needless to say, when that video went viral, he was forced to change schools—"

"What's wrong with that song? I like it!" interrupted Rachel.

Everyone but her retched audibly in the car, so she kept her mouth shut afterwards. "Anyway, as I was saying," continued Kurt, "that happened to the last guy. The last girl, however... I hear that they found out where she went to school and egged her in front of everybody in the parking lot."

Yikes. So that's what Brittany meant when she said that her team mates hunt people down with eggs. A blush crept to my cheeks just thinking about Brittany. "Well, I guess I really am lucky," I said, as I unbuckled my seatbelt. We climbed out of the car and entered the coffee shop. After ordering our drinks at the counter, we sat at a table by the window, since Kurt wanted to keep his car in sight.

"You never know what kind of psychos might try to steal my baby," he said as he sat down beside Mercedes, taking a sip from his vanilla latte. "Or you know, someone might try to throw a random brick through my windshield again— Ow!"

Mercedes elbowed him hard in the ribs and laughed, saying "Oh, shut up, Kurt! It's your fault for saying you were in love with Rachel."

"I don't see how being in love with me justifies a response like that!" exclaimed Rachel. We all laughed at that comment. God, being around these guys gets easier everyday. In mid-laugh, I caught Quinn's eye and the expression on her face told me that she wanted to talk alone.

I stood up from the table, excusing myself. "All that running made me hungry. I need some cake."

"I'll go with you. I'm craving for a cinnamon bun." Quinn got up and walked with me to the display case. While we pretended to pick sweets from the case, she whispered in a low voice, "Okay, Lezpez, I know that look in your eyes. You met someone." Her eyes widened and she looked at me with a huge grin. "It was that girl at the door, wasn't it?"

Typical Quinn. She can still read me like a book. Ever since I told Quinn that I was a lesbian last year, she was really supportive. She offered to use her position as captain to scout out lesbians in try-outs. I thought she was kidding, until she filled up the two empty slots on the pyramid with two girls who can't seem to grip me right when I land for a cradle.

"Keep it down, Fabray," I muttered through gritted teeth, but I knew she knew that she was right. "Yeah, you saw her. Her name's Brittany." Saying her name felt pretty good. "She was pretty awesome."

At that point, I couldn't help grinning, and Quinn raised her eyebrows with a smug look on her face. But a second later, her face fell into a confused look, as she asked, "Wait… Does that mean that she's a student there?"

"… Yeah."

"Oh, God. Santana, is she part of Vocal Adrenaline?"

"Um… You remember that dancer that did that aerial during their routine? Basically that cartwheel without hands?" I called the attention of the barista and pointed at the slice of Oreo cheesecake that I wanted. Quinn nodded to me, as she picked a cinnamon bun from the display case. I didn't even look her in the eye, when I told her,

"Well, that was Brittany."

Silence. The barista charged us at the cashier. I fished out my wallet and paid for both me and Quinn, who was still busy staring at nothing in particular inside the display case. Holding the tray that carried our food, I turned to face her, a bit worried because she seemed troubled by the news.

She looked me right in the eye and sighed. I mentally prepared myself for a scolding.

"Damn, Lezpez, you sure pick good ones."

I couldn't help laughing, almost dropping the tray. Quinn rushed forward and held it in support. Once the fit of laughter was over, she looked at me seriously and said, "You don't want the others to know, do you?"

I shook my head, hard enough to make the plates on the tray I was holding shake and slide across the surface. "I can't tell them, Quinn. They don't even know I'm gay. Besides, we're only starting to get along with them. Anyway, I don't think I'm going to see Brittany again. Except maybe at competitions." With a shrug, I sighed and Quinn put an arm around my shoulders, leading me back to the table.

"Cheer up, Santana," she said with a wicked glint in her eye. "There's always going to be a new batch of fresh Cheerios for you in McKinley."

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "For Christ's sake, Quinn, those rookies that you picked are the ones that molest me!" Her eyes widened at the information. We were still laughing when we got back to the others, whose eyes were fixed to the window for some reason. Kurt's face was a lot paler than usual. Rachel's mouth was hanging wide open. Mercedes and Tina looked like they were ready to bolt.

"What's wrong with you guys?" I snapped as I sat down, "Did Rachel finally see herself in the reflection and realize that she's Medusa?" I took a bite of my cheesecake, when they turned back to face me and Quinn with similar shocked expressions.

Rachel was the first to speak. "There's a Range Rover parking outside. And it has a Vocal Adrenaline sticker on its bumper."

Tina stammered, "D-d-do y-you think th-they f-f-followed us here?!"

Quinn sipped her tea calmly and said, "Don't be ridiculous. There was no one in the parking lot when we left. Except for—" Then she paused and looked right at me.

Oh shit. I know what's she's thinking. Brittany wouldn't—I mean, she seemed so nice. She couldn't—That car might not even be Brittany's!

I tried to keep my calm, as I turned to face the door of the Lima Bean. There was only one entrance. She'd have to pass through there. There's no other—

BAM-BAM-BAM!

All of us screamed and jumped up from the table, surprised by the sudden pounding on the window. Kurt had spilled his latte all over Rachel's shirt, and Quinn's cinnamon bun had found its way on Tina's lap. As hilarious as the scene probably was, my eyes were glued to the grinning blonde who had knocked to get my attention.

She was alone, still dressed in her dance clothes. Waving excitedly at me, she gave everyone an apologetic look and motioned that she was heading inside. I think I nodded. I must have acknowledged her somehow, because she smiled right at me and headed for the door. It was only when she was out of my sight that I realized…

Oh shit. Brittany's coming in. I glanced at my still-terrified friends (did I really just say that?)

Brittany's coming in. She's going to meet all of them. And they're going to meet her.

A/N: Hey, guys. It's my first time writing a fanfic, so please excuse the mistakes that I'm sure I'll make from time to time. Thanks for the reviews. :) It's awesome to see how active members can be on this forum. I'll probably update this in a couple days.