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It had been a week since Brittany, Quinn and Santana had joined the New Directions. It just made thier day even more hectic; getting up early for Cheerio practice in the morning, then committing to school for a full eight hours as well as Glee Club after hours. It made it all very difficult.

"We need to get inside the Glee Club's minds." Santana said as she entered the blonde's room.

Quinn, who was sitting at her desk doing homework looked up from her paper and shrugged, "what are you talking about?...and who let you in?" She set her pen down and turned to face the Latina who was sitting on her bed.

"Russell let me in, and I'm talking about the Glee Club." Santana answered, "we need to get inside their heads."

"Why?"

Santana loved that girl, but sometimes she was completely oblivously stupid, "Duh, Q, Coach Sylvester wants us to destroy it from the inside, that's why we're doing the whole Glee thing." The raven haired girl said as she picked up a magazine that was setting on the blonde's bed and began flipping through it.

"Right." Quinn said nodding along. Santana didn't miss her non-confident sounding tone. "So, what do we do?" She wondered.

Santana flipped the page over before looking at the blonde girl before her, "you've got a brain, why don't you figure it out."

Quinn shrugged, "oh, well...Berry was talking the other day about some kind of Broadway th-"

"Why the hell were you listening to The Thing?" Santana laughed.

Quinn shrugged, "I-I wasn't, I just, there's th...shut up!"

The Latina continued to smile as she slid off the bed and walked across the room to Quinn's desk, "here," she said sliding the green laptop forward (Quinn's favorite color was green, Santana had bought the laptop for her for her birthday. It was an expensive gift but Quinn was totally worth it). She opened the computer and turned on the internet, "we'll just search school Glee Club's in Lima on Google and see what comes up."

Quinn nodded before standing up, "you can take the chair," she said scooting the chair over for her friend to sit, "I'm gonna get a soda, do you want one?"

Santana nodded as she sat down reading through the list of schools, "yeah, please." And with that Quinn walked away.


An hour later they were reading about a choreographer named Dakota Stanley who helped choreograph the moves for Vocal Adrenaline among other things. "Do you have what's her name's number?" Santana wondered.

Quinn raised an eyebrow toward her sending her a silent 'are-you-kidding-me' question clearly.

Damn, she's so sexy! Santana thought as she caught a glimpse of those hazel eyes. "Right, I don't know why you would...though it should be in the phonebook, under Berry. Right?"

"Yeah, I suppose," Quinn asnwered confusion written upon her face, she didn't understand why Santana was talkig about, she didn't know what she was getting at.

"Let's find her number." The Latina said standing up to grab a phonebook from the Fabray's hallway bookshelf.

When she came back inside they began to search for Rachel Berry's number.

Ten minutes later Santana was dialing the girls number and as soon as she heard the first ring she shoved the phone into Quinn's hand stating, "you can talk."

Quinn gasped in shock, "no way! I don't even know what you're, I don't know what to s-Hey, Rachel? Yes, this is Quinn." She paused a moment sending a glare toward Santana who assumed Rachel was talking right now. "Quinn Fabray," the blonde said her voice hitting an annoyed tone. "Yes, that Quinn. Look I was thinking over this whole Glee thing and I've kind of realized something...Mr. Schuester is kind of a terrible choreographer. I mean, he can dance, his dancing is fine, but his choreography is terrible." She shrugged at Santana who shot her a questioning glance. "Actually, I was thinking somehting along the lines of a professional, n-not to say that you're choreography would be terrible, but I think we should take a safer route."

There was a knock on the bedroom door and Santana got up to answer.

It was Finn.

"What are you doing here?" She wondered, her tone clearly harsher than normal.

Finn gave her a light smile, completely oblivious to the fact that Santana knew he had cheated her girl. "Quinn and I have plans." Finn told her.

That resulted in Santana sending the blonde who had just hung the phone up a sideways glance, "I didn't know you had plans?"

Quinn shut her computer down and stood up from her chair, "yeah, Finn and I are going to a movie." She said as she grabbed a jacket from within her closet, "but it all worked out," she pointed to her phone, "we'll be speaking with her tomorrow."

Of course Santana didn't want Quinn to leave, she especially didn't want her to leave with him but what could she have done to stop her? Nothing really, so she did exactly that.

Nothing.

Except watch Quinn and Finn walk out of the room hand in hand.


The next day in school Quinn and Santana got straight to the point, as soon as Rachel walked out of her first hour class they stepped in front of her to block the path, "about Mr. Schue's choreography," Quinn started.

"W-what about it?" Rachel stuttered, she was still in a bit of shock after Quinn had called her yesterday.

"It sucks." The blonde said.

Santana followed suit with, "it's completely unoriginal."

Rachel didn't want to agree, she had thought it over last night and decided that they were wrong, she couldn't do that to Mr. Schue, replacing him with a professional was a completely horrible decision. Instead she said, "aren't you guys gonna get shunned for talking to me?"

Quinn smiled, "sweetie, we're a team now. But you gotta do something about Mr. Schue's dance routines."

Santana moved her head in slight agreement, but on the inside she was a little heartbroken. It was only her second conversation with Quinn and Rachel had already gotten called sweetie.

Quinn didn't even call the Latina that.

And yeah, maybe the blonde was acting and she didn't really mean it, the point was that Quinn called Rachel sweetie, and it kind of broke the Latina's heart a little more.

Because in Santana's mind it was unfair.

"So what are you suggesting?" Rachel asked after a moment.

Santana shrugged, "we hire Dakota Stanley."

"Who?" The bell rang and Rachel began walking to class the Cheerio's followed not far behind.

"He's the best show choir choreographer in the Midwest. He works with Vocal Adrenaline." Quinn explained.

Santana nodded along, remembering Quinn had mentioned Berry's name in the same sentence as Broadway. Maybe it would mean more to her if it was a little more perosnal to her, "you can't take regionals without him. He was the understudy to the candelabra in Beauty and the Beast...on Broadway."


Later that day Rachel continued to fall into the trap as she told Mr. Schue off about not being a trained choreographer. Shooting Quinn and Santana a look for approval.

After Rachel told Mr. Schuester more about Dakota Stanley Mr. Schue followed along with an argument, "just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed."

And Quinn felt that it was high time she kicked this thing into action, getting under the teachers skin could help them in the long run. "Did you ever perform, Mr. Schuester? After high school. Did you even try?"

Santana smiled, Quinn was so smart, jumping in like that...for a minute there she actually thought they wouldn't get the dancing dude because Rachel was failing at her job, but Quinn solved all that. Her attitude was a total turn on, hell yeah!

The girls knew right away that Quinn's words had cut him to the core. The broken heared look upon his face had been definite proof of that.


Soon enough Quinn and Santana were sitting in Coach Sylvester's office explaining thier plan to her, telling the woman that Mr. Schuester was almost completely out of the Glee Club and that if they got Dakota Stanley to work with them than most of them would be giving up within the first few minutes.

Coach Sylvester had started talking about some kind of thing that Santana really didn't understand, she just nodded along with it because she didn't want to get screamed at for no particular reason.

When Coach Sylvester dismissed them Santana and Quinn got ready to plan for their new actions.


The next day Quinn met Santana at her locker, "I heard you broke up with Puck?" Quinn asked.

Santana nodded, "yeah, he had a bad credit score." Santana said, closing her locker and looking at her friend. It was a lie but Quinn didn't need to know that she broke up with him becaus she loved her instead.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked leaning against the rest of the lockers.

Santana nodded, "yeah, I did it because..." I love you. "Because he's just stupid."

"Okay."

As Mercedes walked past them they shared a secret glance, putting their second plan into action as they told Mercedes she should try to date Kurt.

They knew he was gay, any sane person could tell that, but Quinn and Santana thought that they should do whatever was neccessary to bring Glee Club down.

Later they drive toward Carmel high and meet Dakota Stanley who rejects their offer because he only accepts a job that pays $8,000.

So, once again Santana and Quinn found their way around this obstacle, asking Coach Sylvester for use of the whole Cheerio squad to pay for the choreographer.

So, they do a carwash.


The day Dakota Stanley arrived he started out by handing out a folder to everyone besides Quinn, Brittany or Santana. "Okay. Please examine your personalized menus. This is what you're gonna be eating for the next six months." He said looking them over.

"Um, mine just says, 'coffee'" Mercedes said, her voice showing her confusion.

Dakota returned it with an, "mm-hmm." He reached his back and started scratching it pacing back in forth.

"What's 'smelt'?" Rachel asked looking at her own menu.

"A pungent, low carb freshwater fish. Okay let's start with today's business. Artie, you're cut. You're not trying hard enough."

"At what?" Artie asked completely laced with confusion.

"At walking." Dakota answered.

Santana heard a scoff beside her and shot Quinn a questioning glance, the girl looked offended, but Santana didn't know why.

"Can't be wheeling you around during every number. Throws off the whole dynamic, and it's depressing." Dakota Stanley finished.

Mercedes shook her head, "you're kicking him out?"

"Mm-hmm. Also you. You's gotta go, F.A. Oh, no, no, no. Yeah."

Mercedes mouth dropped open before Kurt said, "you can't kick people out of Glee Club because you don't like the way they look."

Mr. Stanley replied with, "uh, why don't you shut your face gash and stay away from aerosol cans because you could burst into flames at any second." He continued to walk down the line before pointing to the three Cheerio's, "you three. You're great. You're perfect. Seriously, don't change a thing."

And Santana smiled at Quinn whom she noticed only smiled a little, the Latina didn't know why Quinn wasn't more happy about this, this was what they wanted. To get everyone to quit.

"Uh, you-uh. Nose job." The choreographer pointed toward Rachel.

Finn shook his head, "now just hold on a second-"

"What? What was that, Frankenteen? Why don't you, uh, wipe that dopey look off your face and get some lotion for those knuckles you've been draggin' on the ground?"

"What's wrong with you?" Finn objected.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that you're freakishly tall! I feel like a woodland creature!" Dakota reflected before looking at everyone, "Am I hurting your feelings? Did I say something wrong?" He paused dramatically looking at them again before he began another spew of words.

Santana didn't hear it though, she was no longer listening. Quinn's expression didn't change she didn't look happy at all, and the raven haired girl actually understood why; this guy was a rude ass hobit who had no clue on what the word decency meant.

What he was saying to everyone was absolutely horrible, and Santana knew it, she was smiling on the inside as Rachel stood up for everyone and kicked the guy in the ass (mentally of course).


Outside of Glee club Santana met up with Quinn at the blondes locker, "hey, Q, you wanna hang?" She asked.

Quinn gave her a small smile while she shook her head, "can't sorry." She shut her locker after grabbing her Mircorbiology book. "I've got a show to go to."

"What?" Santana wondered. How could Quinn be busy tonight also?

"Finn invited me to this club to watch the Acafellas perform." The blonde gushed, "I'm so excited, I heard they're really good."

Quinn had a loving look in her eye, one that always seemed to pop up when she spoke about Finn, but Santana couldn't take it anymore.

It had been a week, Santana needed to tell her about the auditorium kiss.

"About that," Santana started.

Quinn adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder as she listened to her friend, "I'd ask you to come along, but I'm not sure if they'll-"

"It's not that Q," Santana said grabbing the girls wrist. "It's just that...I-I didn't know if I should tell you this or not, but I believe you deserve to know." She looked her friend in the eyes, letting her know that this was serious.

Quinn's playful smile disappeared, "tell me what?"

"I'm sorry Q," Santana muttered, "I should have told you when I found out, after I saw it but I-"

"Saw what?" Quinn asked, her impatience was growing rapidly and Santana could tell.

"Finn kissed Rachel in the auditorium last week." Santana said it fast, just to get it over with.

It's like Quinn's heart broke right in front of her eyes, but the expression only stayed on her face for a split second before she was back to hiding how she really felt, back to being the person Santana knew she wasn't.

"Quinn, I wanted to tell you-"

"Obviously you didn't, or else you would have." Quinn said, "I-I don't...Finn wouldn't do that to me."

And there was the denial Santana knew was coming.

"Quinn," Santana tried but Quinn backed away.

"No," Quinn shook her head, "you, you're just jealous, Finn and I have a real relationship and you don't understand it, you want that for yourself and if you can't have it you won't stand by and let someone else have it either." She took a deep breath to stop the tears she had coming from falling, "screw you Santana."

Santana tried again with, "Q," but it was no use. The blonde had walked away.


The next day Santana realized she may have done wrong in telling Quinn the truth, actually she knew she had done wrong because Quinn hadn't spoken to her all day.

And now they were sitting in Coach Sylvester's office once more listening to the disappointed tone in the womans voice.

"Let me get this straight. The Glee Club got rid of Dakota Stanley...Mr. Schuester's back and they're busy at work on a new number, more confident than ever." She shook her head and Santana actually felt scared listening to her at the moment. "This is what we call a total disaster, ladies. I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits."

Quinn actually shared a glance with Santana as they lifted their arms and did what Coach Sylvester told them to do.

"That's the smell of failure and it's stinking up my office." Sue said.

Then she must not like Lavender because that's my deoderant, Santana thought, and Q smells like Vanilla.

Coach Sylvester picked up her glasses and flipped through a book, "I'm revoking your tanning privileges for the rest of the semester."

And she actually thought it was a good punishment.

Quinn didn't seem affected by it, but Santana sobbed, "no," because it seemed as though the time was finally catching up with her...

Quinn really wasn't talking to her. "No," She said again as she began to make her way to the door.

She stopped in the hallway however when she heard Quinn's voice, "Miss Sylvester, I wanna thank you."

Santana heard the coaches reply of, "for what?"

Quinn simply said, "for teaching me a valuable life lesson. When you really believe in yourself...you don't have to bring other people down."

Santana nodded along as she stood in the hallway because it was true.

She walked away before Quinn reached the hallway though.


So, it's a bit longer, and I hope that's cool...

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