I've decided I want to join the Cheerios. Maybe joining the Cheerios will help me make some new friends at this school. Tryouts are tomorrow and I'm super nervous. I haven't spoken to Quinn since our fight. I'm still kind of pissed at how she thinks I can just get over Ali. I mean, it just doesn't work that way. Although I wish it did.

I'm practicing the cheer we're supposed to learn for tryouts when I hear my phone ringing. It's Quinn. Should I answer? Eh, what the hell, I guess I will.
"Hey Q" I say nonchalantly.
"Hey Sanny, I'm sorry about our fight. I know it's not that easy to get over Ali." She said with a hint of sadness.
"It's okay Quinn, I forgive you. I know I should be over her by now, but I'm just not." I've really missed talking to Quinn these past few days.
"So, what have you been up to?" She asks.
"Nothing really, but I think I'm gonna try out for the cheerleading squad here." I tell her excitedly.
"Why? You hate cheerleading." She says confused. And honestly I'm only joining because I know Brittany is a Cheerio and I would get to see her in that sexy uniform all the time. Plus, I could probably hook up with most of the squad. They're all pretty hot.
"To meet hot girls. Duh, Q." She immediately laughs into the phone.
"Typical Sanny." She says, still laughing.
"Can I come visit this weekend? I really miss my best friend." She asks me.
"Yes, of course. I miss you too, Q." I tell her and realize I need to practice because it's getting late. I really want to make the squad.
"Listen Q, I've got to go. I'll call you tomorrow night and tell you how tryouts went." I say.
"Okay. Bye San. And good luck on tryouts tomorrow! I really hope you make it!" She tells me and then hangs up. I've got a lot of practicing to do tonight. I took gymnastics a few years ago, but now my skills are a little rusty.

Oh my god. I'm so nervous. The cheer squad results have been posted. I'm so scared to look. Just look already. I glance over at the sheet and...
there it is. My name. I made the squad! Oh my god I'm so happy. I was jumping up and down excitedly when I bumped into someone, knocking them to the ground. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I say as I'm turning around. And then it happens, blue eyes meet mine. Shit! Shit! Shit! It's Brittany! I'm so embarrassed. I reach down and help her up.
"It's fine Santana." She says laughing. "Haha what were you so excited about?" She asks amused. I blush instantly at the question.
"O-oh, I m-made Cheerios" I stammered out embarrassed.
She pulls me into a hug and says "Thats great Sanny!" I flinch at the intimate gesture. Did she just call me Sanny? I feel funny whenever she's around. Kind of how I felt when I was with Alison but different. What is this feeling? She pulls away and there's a weird look in her eye but I can't distinguish what it is.
"Well, I'd better get to class! See you at practice later, okay? Bye San." She says and walks away. I can't wait for cheer practice. There's just something about Brittany that drives me crazy.

So my classes were boring and now I'm heading to cheerio practice. As I walk into the gym I see them. The Cheerios. They're all so hot. This will definitely be fun. Joining the Cheerios is proving to be the best decision of my life so far. They all turn their heads and look at me in awe. I'm rocking this Cheerio uniform. It's hot, the skirt is so fucking short. I smirk knowingly at them. A gorgeous blonde girl walks up to me with a cocky smirk on her face and says "Hey, I'm Kitty Wilde." She sticks her hand out for me to shake. "I'm Santana Lopez. Nice to meet you, Kitty." I say in a flirty tone and shake her hand.

"Welcome to the Cheerios. If you want I can help you practice the routine sometime, in private." She says and winks at me.
"That'd actually be great, kitty. How about we start today after practice?" I ask flirtatiously.
"Sounds perfect." She winks and starts to walk back to the girls she was talking to before. I can't help but stare at her ass as she walks away. She looks over her shoulder just before she reaches the girls and smirks. She totally knows I was staring at her ass!

After practice I can't stand it anymore. I walk over to Kitty, grab her hand and take her to the janitor's closet. And let me just say, Wilde is completely accurate.