As always, the school day moved at the speed of molasses. Each second crept by, imprisoning teachers and students alike. Brittany sat in her last period math class, staring at the board, trying to take in what the teacher was saying. The other students called Brittany's class 'stupid math', but whenever Santana heard anyone refer to Brittany or her classes in a derogatory fashion, Santana cut them to bits with her vicious, vicious words. Thinking of her girlfriend made Brittany smile, despite the number-shaped cloud of confusion hovering around her head. Noah Puckerman, who sat on Brittany's left, leaned over and whispered, "Please tell me that adorable smirk is because you understand these damn systems of equations…" Brittany just ignored him and continued thinking about Santana. "Or better yet," Puck continued, "you're thinking about all the things you and Santana could do with me there."

That pulled Brittany out of her reverie. She glared at Puck and then looked back down at her notes. She'd written down the problem, but didn't have any idea how to solve it. She ignored Puck and leaned over to her right, trying to get a look at stoner Brett's paper. But his notes contained even less information than Brittany's, so she went back to daydreaming about Santana…

Santana kept checking her phone, hoping to receive a text from Brittany. But she knew that Brittany never texted Santana during last period. Oddly, this made Santana smile. She knew the lack of communication was because Brittany was trying so hard to understand what was being taught in the day's lecture. Kurt looked up from his Physics worksheet and caught Santana on her phone, again.

"Santana, Rachel and I have decided that we absolutely refuse to work in a group with you ever again if you don't start actually working." Rachel continued to stare at the problem before her, but nodded in agreement.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Fine, Gayberry, but you know you'd be screwed without me here to check all your stupid math mistakes."

Rachel looked up and glared at Santana, but Kurt leaned over to Rachel and whispered, "Shh, don't get all pissed off, you know it's true…" Santana smirked and began work on the problems at hand.

The last period bell finally tolled, and Brittany threw her notebook into her backpack and raced towards the choir room. Santana always beat her there, but Brittany tried to minimize the amount of time they had to spend apart by running through the halls to get to her. As she barreled into the door, Santana stood up from her seat and reached out for her girlfriend. Brittany almost knocked Mr. Schuester over as he came out from his office.

"Woah Brittany, take it easy!" He scolded, but his smile betrayed his happiness to see the girls here, together, and safe. Brittany launched herself at Santana, and smothered her with kisses. Puck, who always followed close behind Brittany, stared at the couple as they continued their public display. Artie rolled in behind Puck, saw him staring, and rammed him with his wheelchair.

"Watch it, cripples!" But he laughed as he gently whacked Artie on the back of the head.

"Your obvious gaping is so undeniably frat boyish, that it offends me almost as much as I'm sure it offends them." Artie retorted. "But, it certainly is PDA at his finest…" He added, and the boys high-fived as they crossed the room to their seats. This exchange occurred almost every day, and Puck smiled at the comfortable regularity. He would never admit it outside this room, but Puck's best friends were the kids with whom he shared this after school activity.

The rest of the glee kids were already sitting in their chairs. Kurt, Mercedes, Rachel and Blaine quietly argued over what they each hoped would be this week's glee assignments. Quinn looked up from her book as she saw Puck and Artie enter, rolled her eyes at them, and continued to devour the words on the page before her. Finn sat quietly beside Quinn, glancing back and forth between Santana and Brittany, Rachel, and then back to Quinn.

"Yo, bro, you gotta stop staring at every girl in this room, and pick one." Puck said loudly to Finn as he took a seat next to his best friend. Artie nodded in agreement, as he took his place in the front row. Quinn rolled her eyes again, but continued to stare her book.

"Okay guys—" Mr. Schue began

"And girls," Rachel rudely interrupted. Santana glared at Rachel for being her obnoxious self, but couldn't completely disguise her love for this group of people, and all their individual quirks.

"And girls, yes Rachel," Mr. Schuester continued, unfazed by Rachel's display. "Today's assignment…"