Santana quickly runs her Cheerios bag to her car, before anyone can see it.

"My life is over. Everyone is going to laugh at me. I'll be in a fucking skirt. Looking like a fucking girl."

"Santana, you are a girl." Quinn laughs.

"You know what I mean. I have an image to uphold. All right princess."

"Oh, your 'I'm such a badass' look? Where was that last Sunday? At Church."

Santana laughs at Quinn. And it's the first time they're actually having a conversation, without Santana playing some sort of game.

"My Father makes me wear dresses." Santana explains.

"He just forces you to wear them?" Quinn doesn't mean to make a joke out of it.

"Hey, you don't know my Dad. Okay?" Santana snaps. Leading them to an awkward silence.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. My Dad's pretty over bearing." Quinn tells her as they walk back to Glee club.

"You have to be around to be over bearing." Santana tells her. And Quinn doesn't miss the sadness in the Latina's voice.

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Puck's face lights up with anticipation as soon as they girls re enter the choir room.

"Sorry, we had to help Coach Sylvester move one of her confetti cans." Santana lies so easy that Quinn is impressed. Mr. Schue accepts the lie and the girls go back to their seats, parting ways.

"So?" Puck hisses, Finn's interested as well.

"So what?"

"So did you wipe after? What the fuck do you think I'm talking about? Did you get down with the get down?" Puck asks, nodding towards Quinn, who thankfully doesn't notice. Santana checks just in case.

"Not yet." Puck looks confused. Finn's more thankful than anything, breathing a sigh of relief.

"What happened?"

"Sly-vester kind walked in on us making out."

Puck puts his fist to his mouth, biting on it with excitement. "Holy shit, you got your mack on? But she's so...virgin Mary? Damn Lopez, you got skills fo' sure."

Santana slaps him to keep his voice down, "What?" He asks.

"Lower your voice asshole. If she finds out I told you, I'm done. So keep your mouth shut. Both of you." She glares at Finn, scaring him into secrecy.

They nod in agreement.

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Quinn decides to tell her parents that she's on the cheer leading squad. They're ecstatic.

Santana doesn't say a word to her mother when she's asked how her day was.

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Santana puts her uniform on under her clothes, and waits until she's at school to tie up her hair.

Quinn checks herself over in the mirror in her uniform. The skirts shorter than she's used to.

Santana pulls up to campus. Breathing out what she's about to do. She can't believe she has to go through with this. She's Santana Lopez. She's a bad ass. Not a fucking cheerleader.

A knock at her window breaks her from thoughts. She scowls in the offenders direction, brows raising with questioning at the sight of Quinn. She rolls down her window. "You going to sit in there all day?"

"Yes." Santana replies flatly.

"Come on. It won't be that bad. I promise."

"You've been here for a week, what would you know?" She snaps back.

"Fine. Do the walk of shame by yourself." Quinn goes to walk off. Until Santana calls after her.

"Wait up!" Quinn stops with a smile, spinning on her heel. Her skirt lifting a little, much to Santana's liking. "Fine. I'll walk in with you."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Quinn smirks.

When did she get so confident?

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Constant double takes are taken as the two girls strut through the halls of McKinley. Constant whispers pass around, wondering if the girl in the Cheerio's uniform is indeed Santana Lopez. And when did the new girl get so hot?

Finn stands in shock as Quinn and Santana strut towards him and Puck. He quickly slaps Puck's shoulder, whose back is turned. The mowhawk haired boy turns in question, eyes widening in shock at his best friend. Before he bursts out with laughter, bending over in a fit.

"What...the...fuck are you wearing?"

Santana rolls her eyes, slapping him upside the head. "Ow."

"We had to join all right. So shut your mouth Puckerman. Or I'll tell everyone about the time you were five and got your di-" Puck quickly covers Santana's fiery mouth with his hand, looking around to see if anyone caught the words.

"Okay. Got it." Puck tells her. Santana nods her head.

"So you're going to be cheering for me?" Finn asks Quinn with his gassy smile that Santana dispises.

"It looks like it." Quinn smiles back. It almost makes Santana sick. She couldn't care less about her noticed scowl.

"Cool." Finn rocks on the balls of his feet, smiling.

"Damn, if only you were straight Lopez." Karofsky looks Santana up and down, with scum filled eyes, high fiving one of his friends, with a laugh.

"Fuck this. Fuck this fucking skirt. Now everyone's going to think they can get away with shit, because I look like a fucking girl." Santana mouths off, throwing her Cheerios bag on the ground, pulling out her leather boots.

"And that's so bad because?" Quinn questions, "What are you doing?"

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing Rapunzel?" Santana bites back.

"Wow, Quinn. Since when did you join the Cheerios?" Rachel's voice cuts the conversation.

"Hey Rachel-"

"Since when did you think you could be seen with us outside of Glee Club, man hands?" Santana's words cut through. Quinn sees the immediate fear in Rachel's eyes.

"Santana!" She doesn't even know where it comes from, the ability to stand up to Santana so easy. She doesn't even think about how Santana may react. But she's a little surprised, along with everyone else, when Santana leaves it alone. Going forward with changing into her regular clothes.

Quinn walks away with Rachel for a minute. "I kind of thought it'd be something...you know...different for me. Step out of my comfort zone. I hope this doesn't effect our friendship?"

Rachel smiles sweetly, "In no way would it. Although, if you're hanging around with the likes of Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman, that could be a problem." Rachel winces at the glare Santana directs her way. Quinn looks back, rolling her eyes at the Latina.

"Leave her to me."

"You're definitely not the girl I expected." Rachel laughs, "See you in glee club." she waves.

"Oh wasn't that cute." Santana mocks as Quinn returns to the three of them, Santana now dressed in her usual clothes, hair let down.

"You know that's not going to last long, right? Do you want to get expelled?' Quinn challenges.

Santana rolls her eyes, "I couldn't care less."

"Suit yourself then." Quinn struts away in her uniform. Her skirt flapping as her legs move, leaving Santana, Puck and Finn, drooling over the now very sexy looking Quinn Fabray.

"Yo, that's what you'll be missing out on everyday if you get expelled." Puck slapped Santana's shoulder, eyes still glued to Quinn's behind.

"Fuck my life." Santana mumbles, picking her bag up off the floor, taking off.

"Where are you going?" Puck calls after her.

Santana just throws her head back in frustration, before tying her hair up into a perfect Sue Sylvester worthy Pony.

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Quinn waits at her Cheerios practice in second period, to see if Santana will show. Most of the team have arrived. And Santana is yet to show. And just when she gives up on the fact that maybe Santana changed her mind, the Latina drags her feet into the gymnasium.

"You're late." Quinn whispers. "You're lucky Coach is running late as well."

"Lopez! You're late!" Sue calls through the megaphone.

Santana frowns confused, looking back and forth. "How would you know? You're late?"

"I know everything. I see everything. I hear everything. Remember that. Becky, right that down!"

"Got it coach."

"Good. Now listen up! We have two new recruits, Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez. I want you all to help them out, I need them up to speed within the next two weeks. Got it?" Coach Sylvester informs.

Santana frowns at the mention of her actual name. And the fact the Sue wants people to help them.

The girls get split into two separate groups so that they can each learn in their own groups. Santana barely pays attention, instead she finds herself watching Brittany teach Quinn. Watching the way she moves. Watches the way she's actually enjoying herself. Watching the way her muscles flex and stretch. Watching the way she pushes the strands of hair out her face. Watching the way she smiles back at Santana when she catches her smiling. Feels like an absolute dick when she's caught leering. Rolls her eyes when Quinn motions for her to engage with her group.

After practice, they head towards the showers. Santana doesn't like trying to fit into this group. Quinn adapts rather well.

"So, how did you find it?" Quinn asks.

"It's lame." Santana deadpans, scowling at some girl her turns around at the sound of their conversation.

"I bet you secretly like it." Quinn nudges her.

"Only cause I get to see you in that skirt." Santana whispers, laughing when Quinn's eyes bulge.

The blonde immediately looks around to see if someone caught the Latina's words. She sighs a sigh of relief when there are no signs of eavesdropping.

"And then there's the showers." The Latina dares to push the matter.

"Stop it." Quinn hushes her.

"Or what?" Santana presses.

"We are not having this conversation." Quinn warns.

"Hey, you owe me blondie!" Santana calls after the blonde, pushing her way through to the locker room.

Santana sits on the bench next to Quinn's bag, patiently waiting until the blonde emerges, wrapped in her towel.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you showering?" Quinn asks, wary.

"Was waiting for the show." Santana nods to Quinn with a smirk.

The blonde rolls her eyes, "Santana, for the last time-"

Santana takes to her feet, pointing accusingly, "Hell no blondie! You owe me, and you owe me good. 'I'll do anything' remember?"

"Would you lower your voice?" Quinn snatches at the Latina's arm, surprising Santana at the grip she's even capable of.

"Fiesty huh? Didn't think you had it in you Mary." Santana laughs.

"Keep this up, and you'll get nothing." Quinn hisses. She doesn't know how Santana does it, but she brings out this fire in Quinn. A fire the blonde never knew she had. She doesn't treat Quinn like the naïve girl everyone treats her as. Makes her out to be. She knows she's not gay. Curious maybe? Maybe because of Santana.

Santana holds her hands up in defence. "Okay, point taken. I'm going to shower now. You're welcome to join me?"

Quinn rolls her eyes, walking back to her belongings.

"Your loss blondie." Santana tosses her shirt towards Quinn, strutting off in her skirt and bra.

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Quinn's combing her hair by the time Santana finishes. Wrapped in her towel, with beads of water still clinging to her tanned skin. Quinn tries not to look. Tries not to give Santana anything that she could use against her. But it's so hard to fight, when Santana is naked behind that towel.

"You're still here?" Santana asks, the sound of her towel dropping ot the floor echoes in Quinn's ears. She's frozen on the spot. Santana's practically taunting her. She's completely naked now. No ones around. They've all left. Quinn could just kiss her then and there. But she's not that kind of girl. She's not like Brittany the cheerleader. She's not like every other girl that drops their pants when Santana orders.

She has some control. At least she thinks she does.

"Yo, earth to Mary?" Santana is now wearing her underwear, thank god.

"Huh? What?" Quinn snaps from her thoughts.

"You're still here? Thought you'd be gone by now. Waiting around for something?" Santana questions with a hint of mischief.

Quinn keeps to her usual response, rolling her eyes, collecting her things. "You wish."

"Wanna grant it?" Santana teases, inching towards Quinn. So close, that when Quinn turns to fire back a reply, she's startled, her back pressing up against the locker. She tries to keep her eyes on Santana's face. But out of the bottom of her eye, Santana's cleavage taunts her.

The latina presses her lips into a slick smile, "Time to pay up blondie."

"Not here." Quinn manages through a stiff chest.

"What? Why not? No ones around Q?" Santana asks, searching.

Quinn doesn't reply. Instead she steps out from Santana, fidgeting with her fingers. Santana crosses her arms, waiting with annoyance for Quinn to say whatever it is she looks like she has to say.

"How do you know I'm a virgin?" Quinn asks, curious.

Santana's brows shoot up, "You practically scream it." she laughs.

Quinn doesn't take the humour. "Why is it such a bad thing?"

"No one said it was a bad thing Q. It's just most of the people here aren't as...pure as you. Except for Frankenteen, but that's for obvious reasons."

"Finn's a virgin?" The interest in Quinn's voice irritates the Latina.

"Okay, why are we even talking about him?" Santana shoves on her shirt and sweat pants. And Quinn can't help but think she still looks gorgeous. But she's confused at why the Latina's is so annoyed.

"I like Finn."

"Well isn't that fucking great. Have fun with that giant bag of lame." Santana snatches her bag, storming out of the lockers. Leaving Quinn baffled and annoyed all in one. Santana is definitely something.