Author's Note- This chapter is longer than the ones before. Heads up- we're going to find out what Jake did.

Chapter Six- Yes Coach

"After party is at Karofsky's, you guys down?" Noah asked. Quinn looked at me expectantly, but I just shook my head. I'm not really in the mood for a party. Never mind the fact that I'll hardly know anyone there, I'm totally used to that. I just don't feel like being around people.

"Not this time," Quinn told Noah.

"You can go if you want," I told her.

She just smiled. "I don't want to go if you're not their."

"Still staying at mine tonight, San?" Noah asked. "Mom won't mind. She wants to see you again anyway."

"I don't know. Maybe," I shrugged. I hadn't really thought of where I'd stay. I guess my subconscious was thinking about staying at Noah's, because there's no way in hell I'd stay with my parents.

"Or you could spend the night at my place," Quinn suggested. "I'm sure my mom is asleep by now anyway."

"I'd like that," I smiled.

"Want one?" I asked Lucy. She pursed her lips and thought about it. It's only a popsicle. My teacher lets me keep a bag in the mini fridge she keeps by her desk. Let's just say, I have a way with people.

"No thanks," she decided. I rolled my eyes.

"Why not? It's like, a hundred degrees," I licked mine. It's grape, my favorite.

"Are they sugar free?" She asked.

I shook my head and raised an eyebrow. Why would I get sugar free popsicles? Where's the fun in that? "Gross."

"Well, I can only have sugar free ones," she said sadly.

"Cause you think you're fat?" I asked bluntly. She nodded slowly. "Well, you're not. You have fat, sure. You also have hair, but that doesn't make you a walking wig."

"When you put it that way…" she smiled. I rolled my eyes and once again, held out an orange popsicle. "Actually, do you have any more purple? Grape is my favorite."

"Here," I offered her mine. "I took the last one." She eyed the popsicle uneasily. "Come on, I don't have cooties or anything."

She took it from me, but avoided the places I licked at first, "Thanks," she smiled. I opened the orange one, only a little disappointed.

"It's whatever," I hate orange; but with the way she's smiling at me, it's totally worth it.

"What are you thinking about?" Quinn asked, tearing me from my thoughts. She tossed sweats and a tank top at me.

"Just old times," I shrugged as I stood up from her bed. I didn't have to meet her mom, thank God. She turned around and looked over her shoulder.

"Unzip me?" She asked. I didn't other with the zipper, I just wrapped my arms around her and rested my chin on her shoulder. She hummed.

"What are you thinking?" I asked her.

"Honestly?"

"Mhm."

She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. Since she took her heels off and I still have mine on, I'm about two inches above her. "That I'll just look away for a second and you'll be gone."

"Quinn," I groaned.

"It's just, you don't seem real. These past few days, then tonight- you just seem too perfect to actually be a person," she admitted.

"Well, people suck. I'm definitely one of them," I sighed.

"You don't suck. Well, sometimes you do-"

"Wanky," I giggled. She rolled her eyes. "But I'm no where near perfect." Ryder's image flashed in my mind, but it wasn't hard to shake it when I looked at Quinn. "And I'm not going anywhere." She nodded, and turned back around. I slowly pull the zipper her, and I can see little goosebumps on her back from where my fingers trail down her skin. She shimmied out of the dress, and I turned away. We got dressed facing back to back. Traveling across the country with someone stretches time.

Sometimes with Quinn, I forget that I've only known her for three days.

When we lay under her covers, she wraps her arms around my waist. She holds on tightly, like she's afraid of letting go. Like if she does, I'll get up and be gone by morning.

Quinn

There's something tickling my nose. I wiggle it a little, but that doesn't help. I let my eyes flutter open and smile when I see the back of Santana's head. Her dark hair is a mess of waves and curls, and I can see her shoulder rising and falling. I slid my arm from under her and shook it awake, tensing with I feel the pins and needles.

Careful not to wake Santana, I decide that I should make her some breakfast. Everybody likes something nice to wake up to, right? I gently peck Santana's lips, she doesn't stir. When I walk down the stairs, I can smell pancakes. Looks like someone beat me to it.

"Quinnie," my mom smiled. She looks...different. Sober.

"Morning, momma," I yawned.

"I made breakfast," she said proudly.

"I see," I chuckled lightly. "I have a friend over."

"Oh? I was hoping we could spend time together, I haven't seen you in days-"

"We will," I said tentatively, "Just not right now. Do you mind?" I asked as I pointed towards the stack.

"Of course not," she told me. I guess a break from dad and I did her some good. Without another word, I made Santana's plate and my own. "The tray is in the pantry," mom said. She was watching me.

"Thanks," I mumbled. When I walked past her with the tray, I gave her a small smile. This is really weird.

I pushed my door open with my hip, with a much bigger smile on my face. It falls when I see an empty bed. My stomach drops when I see that the window is still open from last night. I placed the tray on my bed and wrapped my arms around myself.

She left. She's gone, and she didn't even say goodbye- she promised she wouldn't. She promised. I'm pacing the room, all of these dreadful thoughts running through my head so loudly that I didn't notice my bathroom door open.

Santana stands in the door frame, she yawns to get my attention. Her hair is still a mess, but it looks so perfect. "It's fucking cold," she mumbled as she dragged her feet to the window and closed it. Finally, she looks at me. "Hey, what's wrong?" She frowned. I just shook my head. I don't really trust my voice right now, and I feel really stupid. She took my hands in hers and gave them a small squeeze. "What's wrong?" She repeated.

"I-I just...I thought.." I started.

"I'm not leaving," she told me. I nodded, but I still can't shake the feeling.

"I thought you did. I just.. I thought you went through the window."

"Quinn," she chuckled, "babe, I just had to pee."

"I know," I giggled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she smiled.

"My mom made pancakes and bacon," I told her. She glanced at my bed. "If you don't like it, we can just go get some donuts or something."

"I'm sure I'll love it," she said.

The bottom of the pancakes are a little burned. I'm surprised that I didn't notice it, but then I remembered that I was a little distracted by my mom's staring. "How about those donuts?" I offered. Santana finished off her bacon, but she only ate about two bites of the pancakes.

"I like that idea," she said. "Is your mom down there?"

"I think so. She was acting strange this morning."

"How?" Santana asked.

"She was acting like a parent," I said uneasily.

"Don't you just hate when parents do that?" She joked. I rolled my eyes.

"This is the same parent that didn't know I was in California for three days, then across the country for two more."

"I'm not defending her or anything, but maybe it was because she thought you were at a friends."

I shook my head, "No. If we went down there and started talking about how nice the weather was in San Francisco, she wouldn't ask me how I knew. She'd say,'Oh, that's nice dear.' I'm surprised she doesn't have a hangover," I ranted. Santana just raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and ran her fingers through her untamed hair. How is it even possible for someone to look so gorgeous in the morning?

"You're staring again," she commented. "Not that I mind or anything."

I cleared my throat and looked down, "Let's um, get dressed and then we'll go- wait, where's your van?"

"Sugar's. I'll just have it towed here," she told me. I nodded.

"I'll get showered and you can change when your things get here?"

"Sounds like a plan," she smiled. Spending a day with Santana sounds pretty good to me.

Monday came way too fast. Now, I'm tightening my high pony and eyeing my reflection. Santana is staying at Noah's house, which is probably for the best. I sling my backpack over my shoulder then jog down the stairs, shouting, "Bye mom!" Over my shoulder.

"Look at you," Santana smirked. I'm surprised to see her here, but it's a good kind of surprise. Usually, Noah is parked where she is.

"You knew that I'm a cheerleader," I point as I approach her.

"I forgot how much I love the uniforms," she said. I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around her neck.

"How much do you love it?" I asked lowly.

"Enough to ask you to skip school today," she replied, running her hands up and down my back. I giggled and pushed her gently by her chest.

"I can't do that," I said smoothly as I walked past her and to the passenger side of her van.

"Why not?" She pouted.

"I have a GPA to keep up."

"So you've never skipped a day?" She crossed her arms.

"Not unless I was dying. Or pregnant. Or dying my hair pink."

"You dyed your hair pink?" She gaped. I nodded and adjusted my pony tail again.

"I was pretty bad ass," I pulled on the door handle, but it was locked. "Saaan."

"Fine," she sighed. When we were both seated in her car, she turned up the radio. She hummed along to it. "Did you eat?" I shook my head. "We'll stop by Starbucks."

"You're the best."

"I know," she said nonchalantly.

"And so humble," I giggled.

Santana

"So, what's your deal?" Noah asked. We're sitting on his bed, playing some racing game on his PlayStation. I decided that it'd be better for me to stay with him until I can get his own place.

"What?" I asked.

"With Quinn," he said, as if it was obvious. It probably was, but I'm too busy kicking his ass in this game. I shrugged.

"She's amazing. I like spending time with her."

"You just met," he points.

"And your point?"

"She's super attached to you. You don't really have the best track record when it comes to relationships."

"And how would you know that?" His commentary is kind of pissing me off, he doesn't know anything.

"Ryder," he stated. Oh. So he does know a little something.

"I tried," I said quietly.

"I know you did." Now there's silence. I crash my car in the side when I tried to turn, Noah's laughter breaks the silence.

"Asshole," I muttered. "So, Ryder said something."

"Yeah?"

"About Jake." He paused the game.

"How about 'em?" He asked.

"He said I left, then the thing happened with Abuela and Jake. What happened?" I asked him. He cracked his knuckles and sighed.

"He was an idiot," he grunted.

"Elaborate."

"I think that's his job." Noah unpaused the game.

"You sure you don't want to skip?" I asked Quinn once we were in the school's parking lot.

"I do, I told you. But I can't," she frowned. I leaned over and kissed her, her hand rested on my cheek like it always does. "See you later?"

"Call me when you want me," I said lowly.

"I will," she smiled. With one last peck on my lips, she was out. I watched her until she was at the steps, then wiggled my fingers when she looked back at me. I jumped a little when someone knocked on the hood of my car, then rolled my eyes when I saw who did it. Jake.

"Hey you ass, hands off the van," I laughed. He put his hands up in mock defeat, then gently tapped my window so I'd roll it down. When I did, he rested his elbows on the inside.

"Sup Santana," he smiled cheekily.

"Do you have anything after school today? Practice or anything?" I asked. He shook his head.

"We don't practice on Mondays."

"Does cheer?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I think so. I think they practice Monday through Saturday," he said, "why?"

"No reason. We should catch up," I smiled. And you should tell me why everyone gets weird whenever your name is said…

"Sure!" He smiled. The first bell sounded. "Or I can just not go in today. When's the last time we had a full day?"

"Nice try little brother," I rolled my eyes playfully. "Go to class. Call me when schools out."

"Will do. Adios!" He drummed a little on the door, then jogged towards his friends.

I drove straight to the hospital Abuela was staying in. She looks even weaker than the last time I was here. She looks exhausted.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said softly.

"Like what?" I asked. She scoffed. I put my head down a little, "Sorry. I can't help it."

"When you come in here, you leave all of your worried feelings at the door. I don't want a frown to be the last thing I see on your face. Do you understand me, Santanita?" She asked. I nodded.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now, it's my turn to apologize. For sending you to live with your tío-"

"Abuela, it's o-"

"Don't interrupt," she told me.

I nodded and muttered, "Lo siento."

"As I was saying," she coughed, then cleared her throat. "It was wrong of me. When your father told me, I over reacted. I am sorry, Santanita."

"I forgive you, Abuela," I smiled.

"There's that smile," she grinned while pointing. Her arm shook, so she went back to rested it at her side. "I've missed that smile."

Quinn

It's weird. I've always dreamt of going to Prom, but I never thought it'd be a memory. Now it is. And there's a picture of Brittany and I in the hallway to prove it. As Santana said, 'You guys look like the apex of the gay rights movement.' It would have been better if San was in the picture with me instead, but I can't really see her running for King.

"What's up, Prom Queen?" A deep voice greeted me. That sounds really weird when it's not Santana saying it.

"Hey Puck," I smiled.

"You looked great," he said, gesturing towards the picture.

"Thank you."

He nodded. "So, you and my sister, huh?"

I hummed a "Yes," but kept my eyes trained on the picture.

"I didn't expect that," he chuckled. "I thought we'd be that couple. You know, that couple you wanted us to be-"

"A year ago?" I held back a giggle.

"Yeah," he smiled, "a year ago."

"Well, things have changed," I shrugged.

"And some people are pretty pissed about it," he said under his breath.

"Noah…"

"No!" His eyes widened and he shook his head, "Not me! I'm happy for you guy and stuff, I'm talking about Dreads."

"Jo?" I tilted my head to the side.

"That's the guy. Yeah, his panties are in all kinds of knots over you and San," he said.

"We dated for a month in the beginning of the year and sophomore year hardly counts," I deadpanned. "He broke up with me."

Noah just shrugged. "Well, JBI says that he wants you back. It's all over the home page-"

"Since when do you read JBI's website?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Since the first Brittany week in glee club," he said nonchalantly. "It was hilarious."

"Okay?"

"Here comes lover boy now," he pointed. I glanced in that direction and sure enough, there was Jo walking towards us with a shy smile on his face. I refrained my eyes from rolling and instead smiled kindly in return.

"Hey Noah," he started, "Quinn."

"Im gonna go," Noah said after he nodded towards Jo.

"Why?" I asked. I could really use a buffer right now. Please don't leave me with-

"I don't wanna be here," he answered honestly. Well thanks. He walked away after waving.

"You looked beautiful last night," Jo smiled.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Do you have plans after cheer practice today? Maybe we can get some frozen yogurt, just like old times," he suggested.

I raised both eyebrows as if to say 'Really?' with my eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? Friends can totally dine over Frozen Yogurt topped with M&M's and gummy bears while catching up- it's a normal thing," he grinned cheekily.

"I have plans," I told him.

"Oh," he slumped his shoulders. "Well, maybe another time then?"

"Maybe," I shrugged.

"I'll text you," he winked before walking away.

"Laps!" I yelled at the squad. "I want ten, and make it quick I have places to be!" I ran with them to avoid being called a hypocrite. Cassandra, being the arrogant mediocre cheerleader she is, tried to outrun me. I beat her by a whole minute- if you round down.

"Water break!" Kitty, the co captain shouted once the whole team was finished. "Be back in three minutes!" I'm proud of her. I know that when I graduate, the squad will be in good hands.

"Barbie, I need a word!" Sue shouted from the bleachers. Kitty and I looked at eachother, trying to decide which of us she was talking about. She really needs to be more specific with her nicknames. "Prom Queen!" She hissed.

"That's you," Kitty giggled.

"Wish me luck," I mumbled as I started to job to Sue. "Yes, Coach?"

"How do you know Sandbags?" She asked as she lifted her glasses from her nose and pushed them to the top of her head. Sandbags?

"Who?" I asked.

"Santana," she clarified.

"Oh! We're kind of dating," I said carefully. What does she care?

"I need you to get her here," she told me.

"Why?" I asked her. How does she know Santana again? I think San's mentioned her before...

"She's talented. I like talent. I want her to help with some routines for the squad. With Nationals approaching, it couldn't hurt to get some alumni help."

"But she didn't go here," I pointed.

"I didn't say my alumni," she rolled her eyes. "Can you get her, or am I knocking you from the top?"

"I'll talk to her," I said. She nodded.

"Now get the hell out of my face."

I turned on my heel and jogged to Kitty, who was sitting in the grass stretching her legs. I sat next to her and held out my hands so we could stretch together.

"What did she want?" She winced when I pulled her and rested my back in the grass.

"Santana," I said, scrunching my nose. I'd love to have her around, but I don't know why Sue would. That makes me nervous.

"Weird," Kitty sighed when I sat back up and she could relax her legs.

"Totally."

Santana

I sat across from Jake a some burger joint that he claimed makes the best fries in town. I have to admit, they taste pretty good.

"So...how are you? Football and grades and stuff," I started. He shrugged in response.

"Cool. I'm set for wide receiver next year when Noah graduates. I've gotta C average and scouts looking at me," he grinned.

"That's awesome, Jake!"

"It is. Everything seems to be falling into place. You being back is like..like the topping on the cake," he told me. Another reason why I'm not going anywhere. How could I leave this kid again?

"I'm proud of you," I said fondly. "You're going places."

"That's the goal, San."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Who wants to be a Lima Loser?"

"No one who respects themselves."

"Exactly," he said through a mouth full of french fries. "That's why I'm getting out of here." He held up two fingers and swallowed, "Two years."

"Two years," I repeated. "So...what all happened while I was away?" I asked bluntly.

"A lot," he said.

"I think you know what I'm talking about."

He nodded, "I do."

"So?"

"So?" He countered.

"Jake, come on. You can tell me."

"No I can't. You'll get mad at me," he said simply.

"I won't. I will if you guys keep keeping secrets from me," I sat back and crossed my arms.

"I went back," he muttered.

"Back?"

"To juvie. I got a 602," he said glumly.

"Are you fucking kidding-" I took a breath. Okay. Breath, Santana. "How long?"

"Two months."

"And who payed?" I asked through my teeth.

"Abuela," he winced. He's fucking kidding. This is a joke. A cruel, stupid joke.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do drugs or anything, I'm done with that," he assured me.

"What did you do?" I asked a little harsher.

"Shoplifted."

"And you got caught. What the fuck did you take that landed you in juvie for two months?" I've shoplifted before, I know the deal. Two months is way too-

"Some necklace from Jared." He said. "I was going to give it to Marley to try to-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses. You're fucking with your future."

"That was a while ago, Santana. You left, remember?" He started eating again.

"Don't you dare pin this on me," I pointed.

"I'm not," he shrugged. "I'm just saying."

"Whatever. You're paying Abuela back." I told him.

"But-"

"Every penny," I said sternly.

"Fine. I will."

I smiled and rolled my eyes, "Duh."

"It feels good to have someone who actually cares about when I mess up," he said quietly. "Most people just let me do what I want."

"I've always cared. You know that."

"Yeah. Yeah, I do," he smiled.

Seeing Quinn walk my way is awesome. She nods at the people who say goodbye to her as she makes her way to my van, then stops in front of my window. I arch an eyebrow and roll down the window.

"Can I help you?" I asked playfully.

"Maybe. I'm looking for a ride," she smiled.

"I'll take you anywhere and everywhere."

"Take me anywhere but home," she told me. I nodded towards the passenger seat and started up the engine. She walked around the front of the car, trailing her index finger over the hood as she did. Before I dropped Jake off at his mom's, I took my van to the carwash. Score.

"How was practice?" I asked her once she was buckled in. She tossed her backpack over her shoulder and into one of the back seats, hardly missing my surfboards.

"Weird, actually."

"How so?"

She looked at me with her head cocked to the side, as if she was still thinking about what happened. "Sue wants you to go to the next practise."

"Track Suit?" I asked her. Why the hell would Sylvester want me there?

"That's the one," Quinn nodded. "She said something about talented alumni."

"I didn't go to McKinley," I pointed. She rolled her eyes.

"Duh. But she still wants you there."

"Do you want me there?" I asked.

"Of course I do."

"Then I'll be there," I smiled.

It's upsetting that Ryder isn't here. We're in Noah's room- Jake, Quinn, Noah and I- watching some zombie movie. It's not scary, Quinn says it's cheesy. We're on the floor, and she's sitting in between my legs with her back pressed against my front. Jake and Noah are on the bed, and I think they're more into the movie than we are.

"Oh shit!" Jake cursed when something jumped at the screen. Quinn's (fake) reaction was delayed. She whimpered and tilted her head back into the crook of my neck.

"Scared babe?" I teased jokingly.

"Oh, I'm terrified," she turned to face me, and didn't hesitate to kiss me.

Later, when I'm in front of Quinn's house and we're sitting in my van, I find it fairly necessary to warn her.

"So, about your cheer thing…" I started.

"What about it?" She asked.

"This is just a heads up, I take cheer very seriously."

She smiled, "Yeah?"

"I only accept the best," I said bluntly. "I'm not worried about you, per say. But the rest of the girls, and the occasional Capital G- Gay, they'd better have their crap in order."

"Now I'm nervous," she said tentatively.

"Don't be," I told her, "perfection runs through your veins."

Quinn

When Santana agreed to help out with routines for Nationals, I didn't know what to expect. I've never seen her in professional mode before. Kitty and I are lined up with the rest of the Cheerios with Coach Sue standing in front of us. She told us that we're waiting on 'Sandbags,' whom I automatically assume is Santana.

I half expected her to show up wearing a Track Suit like Sue's, but I should have known better. San wouldn't be caught dead in one of those suits.

Instead, she walked towards us in black Nike shorts and a white muscle tank. Her arms were crossed and her hair was up in a high pony- she looked like she meant business.

"Nice of you to join us, Lady Tatas," Sue greeted. "Even if you are ten minutes late."

"I like to make an entrance," Santana shrugged.

"You can take it from here. My captains are Blondie one and her miniature, have fun," she spun on her heel, "and don't dissapoint me."

After Sue walked away, Santana started to walk down the line. "When I say so," she started, "give me your name and number of years in Cheer, Tumbling, and or Gymnastics."

No one said anything.

"When I give an order," she bobbed her head with every syllable of 'Order', "I want to hear each and every one of you say 'Yes Coach Lopez.' Am I understood?"

"But she's not our coach.." Cassandra mumbled.

"That'll be five laps, Blondie," Santana told her. Cassandra crossed her arms.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Ten," Santana spat. "And make them spiffy, none of us are going to wait for you."

"Yes Coach Lopez," Cassandra said, clearly embarrassed. Serves her right. I stifled a giggle when she grudgingly jogged away, but my smile faded when I saw how serious Santana's face was.

"Problem, Captain?" She asked me.

"No, Coach Lopez," I stuttered.

"Good. I'm going to start at the right, go down the line," she took her phone out of her sports bra. "Go."

I waited patiently until it was Kitty's turn. Seeing Santana take control like this is...different. I like it, but it's a little scary. Would she make me run five laps if I jumped her right now?

"Kitty Wilde, two years of cheer, ten years of gymnastics, co captain." Kitty beamed proudly. Santana just nodded, then looked at me expectantly.

"Oh, um, Quinn Fabray," I bit my lip. She knows my real name, and she's acting professional now.. is she going to make me fess up?

"And?" She asked. I knew she wouldn't do that to me.

"This is my fourth year of cheer, and I have seven years of gymnastics. Co captain."

She nodded, and then put her phone on the bottom row of bleachers. "Alright," she clapped. Just then, Cassandra ran back into line. Hardly broke a sweat. "How kind of you to join us."

Cassandra smirked, "Well, I try."

"State your business," Santana deadpanned. Cassandra wasn't fazed.

"Cassandra July, nearly four years of cheering here, three in middle school, thirteen years of gymnastics, and fourteen of dance," she glanced at me and winked. Oh, fuck her.

"Nice résumé," Santana said nonchalantly. "You've raised my expectations."

"I don't disappoint," Cassandra countered. I coughed, catching Santana's attention.

"Let's get this started. Show me your best, I'll show you your worst," she blew her whistle. "Move!"

"Yes Coach Lopez!" We shouted.

We ran it about four times before Santana finally let us take a water break. I broke a sweat. I never, ever break a sweat within the first half hour of practice, and I work out with my team; I don't just shout orders.

Maybe I'm pushing even harder because Santana walked around the pyramid, critiquing ever wobbly arm or bent leg, and I'd just about die of embarrassment if she pointed out anything but perfection from me.

"Water! I want every one of you back here and in first position in six minutes. Fabray, hold back a minute," Santana said.

Oh crap. I knew it, she saw my foot slip during the third run, and now she's going to call me out. At least she's not doing it in front of the rest of the team.

"Yes, Coach Lopez?" I asked.

"First position," she stated.

"But I didn't get my wa-"

"First. Position."

Okay, Santana. I'm freaking thirsty. I did as I was told, but only because I respect her professionalism. "Yes Coach Lopez."

"Your form is nearly perfect," she started as she circled me.

"Nearly?"

She hummed, then gently touched the back of my knee. As if on cue, it buckled. Damn it, Santana. "Nearly," she assured me. That's not fair. "Standing split. Like you're on the top of the pyramid."

I did as I was told without a blink.

"Impressive," she said in a sing-song voice. She pulled my foot down gently, I brought my leg to the floor with impeccable control. Slow and steady. "Again," she said, an amused smile rested on her lips. There's the Santana I know and love. Like! The Santana I know and like.

This time, she pulled my leg in the opposite direction. I guess all those painful times I've stretched with Kitty really helped, the way her eyes are widening makes it worth it.

"You're very flexible," she told me when she let go of my ankle.

"Thank you," I smiled softly.

"I'm just as flexible, Coach Lopez," Cassandra added as she and the girls (and Mason) joined us on the field.

"No one likes a kiss ass, Blondie," Santana said, her stony expression back in place. She winked at me. It was quick and hardly noticeable, but it still happened, and still made me go beet red. "Get some water Fabray, you have one minute."

"Thank you Coach Lopez," I replied as I jogged to the bleachers. I've decided that I don't mind have Santana as a coach.

"So, what do you guys think her deal is?" Bre asked. Of course they'd be gossiping about Santana.

"She went to Riverdale, they're like, second best in the state. Her year as cheer captain was the only year that McKinley lost Nationals," Cassandra said.

"And how do you know that?" I scoffed.

She shrugged. "Sue went on a mini rant, and I was there to witness it," she turned away from me and back to Bre and Jordan, "plus, she's super hot."

"I don't even swing that way, but she could be the exception," Bre admitted. I couldn't help it. My face flushed as I put the last of my things into my sports bag.

"What's wrong, Quinnie?" Cassandra asked mockingly. "Scared Coach Lopez will get bored with you?"

I cleared my throat, "I'm not. But, when Coach Lopez drives me to her place, I'll be sure to tell her about your new official spot."

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked as I walked away.

"Enjoy the bottom of the pyramid, Cass!"

As expected, Santana was waiting for me. She was leaning against her van scrolling through her phone. It wasn't until I was about three feet in front of her that she looked up at me.

"Hey, Captain," she smirked.

"Coach," I greeted. She opened the passenger door for me.

"You did good today," she commented once she was seated.

"So did you. Too good, actually."

"How so?" She asked.

"Let's just say, a certain annoying blonde has been moved to the bottom. She was meant to be a base anyway."

"Is that… it couldn't be!" Santana chuckled.

"What?" I asked. "What?"

"Jealousy," she laughed.

"It is not!"

"What did she say?"

"Things," I huffed.

"You know I like you, right?" Santana asked.

"I would hope so."

"Well, I do. A lot."

"I like you a lot too, San," I smiled.

Seeya Wednesday!