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Chapter Four

Brittany's POV:

Okay I'll admit that whole Stonehenge fact comment was me showing off. I was flaunting my new brilliance, but everything else was true. I know before art confused me, but at the summer camp and looking at it in the Louvre I found a new appreciation for it. It felt amazing to talk to Santana again. I missed her so much and I really didn't want to end our time, but my mom and I always have dinner together during the weekdays. Since my dad died it's been our tradition.

When I get home I go straight to my room to start my homework. Over the summer the camp I went to called my mom and talked to her about my schoolwork. They said I needed to have homework and study rituals so as a new rule in our house I have to start my homework immediately when I get home. Another rule is that if I'm having any trouble in my classes I'm suppose to ask for help right away so I don't fall behind. Honestly, this is the best thing and I'm happy that I'm able to function in school better.

I start my glee assignment after I finished everything else, but I'm having a little trouble finding a song. After some time I decide to text Rachel because who better would know a song that describes me than Rachel. Well Santana might, but this song is kind of a surprise for her. That's another part to my plan to drop not so subtle hints to Santana that I'm the one for her.

Me: Hey could you help me wit my glee assign. plz?

Rachel: If ur confused the assignment is to sing a song that describes u and ur personality. I suggest a sweet, simple song for u.

I roll my eyes at her reply because she thinks I don't understand. Rachel I understand the assign. idk wha song would be perfect and since this is ur area of expertise I thought u could help me out, possibly tmrw after Cheerios pract?

Rachel: ok be at my house 5

Ha, I totally just stunned Rachel Berry score for me. ok thanx : )

At six I head downstairs to join my mom at the kitchen table. For the first day of school she cooked my favorites, spaghetti and meatballs with a small side salad.

"How was your first day?" mom asks as she serves me a plate of spaghetti.

"It was good. People kept staring and teachers were stunned, but other than that everything was good," I say.

"That's to be expect sweetie. And how was Santana?"

"Good. We got some ice cream after school and caught up."

"Great! So are you going to ask her out?" my mom goes straight for the question. I think she's somewhat nervous to see how this is all going to turn out. My mom doesn't want me to get hurt again so she's a little hesitant when it comes to my relationship with Santana.

"No it's too early for that. Right now I'm just working on getting our friendship back to its normalcy," I tell my mom.

"Ok sweetie just be careful. I don't want you getting hurt," my mom says.

"Don't worry mom I can handle myself." We finish dinner with light conversation and after checking Facebook and taking a shower I go to bed.

"Yea this is my last chance ohhh, last chance ohhh Yea this is my last chance, then shoot I'm ready to shoot" I hit my alarm and look at the numbers, 5:00 am. I have to be at school and on the field at 6 am. for early morning Cheerios practice. Coach is doing two practices a day for the next three months. I would moan and groan, but after four years of this I'm just use to it. I put on workout shorts and a tank top, put my hair up, grab my bag, and head downstairs to grab something quick to eat. Luckily, we are given enough time to shower and get ready after practice before school starts. During these mornings I eat a protein bar just to have something in my system, anything heavier and I would throw up.

I get to school at 5:45 am. Most of the squad is there and stretching. I see Santana and Quinn on the field and head over to them. "Hey guys," I greet them in my usual perky tone. They mumble their responses and we don't talk anymore. Santana and Quinn aren't morning people, but I love the mornings. I've liked mornings since I can remember. When I did say hi, I did see a small smile appear on Santana's face. I'm taking that as a good sign.

At six, Coach is on the field with her megaphone. "Laps, you lazy excuses for cheerleaders!" We take four laps around the track as a warm-up run. Immediately afterwards we're in our first routine. Some girls were having trouble throughout practice remembering the different routines. I honestly don't see how they can't remember it's not that hard. And people think I'm the dumb one, well they should see some of these girls. It's a little harsh, I know, but there is only a few step differences between the routines.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Coach Sylvester yells. "I can't keep watching this! It looks like you're all struggling in quicksand! Hit the showers you sad freak shows!"

Exhausted, with some of us limping, we head to the locker rooms. Everyone showers and gets dressed in their Cheerios uniforms that we are required to wear, stupidest rule ever. As I'm finishing my make-up I hear to newest Cheerios talking next to me.

"You would think after 5 consecutive national championships she would ease up on the morning practices," a freshman says. I chuckle at this a little. They are so new it's almost cute.

I guess the one talking saw me laughing because she decides to talk to me. "How is it, Brittany, that you're the dumbest one out of any of us and manage to get everything right? Does Coach spend exact time with you just so you can understand?"

Whoa! What? I can't believe she actually had the guts to say that. I'm a little stunned. The girl next to her just looks as stunned as I am. "Ellie, what are you doing? She's a senior and the best dancer on the squad plus Santana is her best friend. You're signing your death certificate."

Ellie rolls her eyes. "From what I've heard, her and Santana had a falling out. And she's not the best dancer on this squad."

I decide it's time to speak up especially when I see an angry Santana coming towards the girl looking like she's going to kill her right then and there. "Oh sweetie I could dance circles around you. I saw you getting your steps confused. And if you paying the slightest bit of attention you would've noticed all the routines are the same exact for a few different steps. I believe that makes you the dumb one."

I'm right in the girl's face and she looks a little scared. "You might wanna take some notes because I'm only going to say this once. I'm a senior; you're a freshmen. I'm a graceful dancer; you dance like a guy with big feet. Let's get one thing straight, no matter how hard you try you'll never exceed me in dance."

Everyone in the locker room is stunned. Even Santana looks confused and somewhat proud. Ellie just stands there with her jaw dropped. "Um this is your queue to leave, now." With that she's out of the locker room faster than her running this morning. Oh I forgot to mention I grew a backbone over the summer. There's complete silence as I finish my make-up.

"Brittany?" Santana decides to break the awkward silence that has settled in once all the cheerleaders have left.

"Yeah San?"

"I don't know whether to be proud or concern. You were a little harsh to that girl. Don't get me wrong she deserved it, but that's not like you," Santana says.

I shrug my shoulders. "I wasn't just going to stand there and let her talk to me like that. She's a newbie and I am the better dancer."

"Yeah, no I agree it's just you have never talked to anyone like that before," Santana says.

"I'm tired of people thinking I'm some dumb idiot and I'm tired of them trying to walk all over me. So I stood up for myself it's no big deal Santana," I say trying to stress my point.

"Okay. Let's go to class," Santana says choosing to go no further with this conversation. The day goes on as normal. Santana and I talk more throughout the day, more than we did yesterday, and it was nice. Things are returning to normal. We were almost inseparable most of the day. Even in glee we sat next to each other in the back in our normal seats.

At the end of Cheerios practice Santana asks, "Wanna go to my house and do our homework?"

"Oh San I'm sorry I can't. I'm going over to Rachel's," I say feeling a little bad that I have to ditch her.

"Berry's? What would possess you to go over there?" Santana asks a little annoyed.

"She's helping me with the glee assignment."

"Well I could help you," Santana says and she's pouting a little. It's really cute and really hard to say no to, but I want the song to be a surprise.

"I already asked Rachel. I'm really sorry we'll hang out later I promise," I say.

"Okay," Santana says a little disappointed. We part ways for the day and I head over to Rachel's. We go straight to her room, which is interestingly decorated. I've never been in her room, but it definitely describes her personality. There are gold stars in random places, a treadmill in the middle, and it's light pink.

"What song would you like?" Rachel asks.

"I want something that's strong, confident, something different to the old me," I say.

"I have noticed quite a change in you lately, Brittany. I hope this drastic change isn't because you're in danger or anything," Rachel asks out of concern.

I roll my eyes. "Rachel I'm fine, just wanted a change, but thanks for your concern."

"Okay then well I like the new you and I think I have the perfect song," Rachel says as she starts playing a song on her iTunes.

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The alarm is "Last Chance" by Nicki Minaj ft. Natasha Bedingfield