"I'm so sick of college." Santana grumbled.

"You just started Senior year of high school." Sam pointed out.

"My point exactly. Why am I having to take all these stupid aptitude tests, and look at schools, and have meetings with Miss Pillsbury? I don't even know what I wanna go to school for! The only thing I'm good at besides sex and being a bitch is cheerleading. What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Maybe you can be a professional cheerleader." He offered. "You can follow people around the grocery store and cheer when they find a bargain. Or cheer them on at the gym."

"That's so funny." She rolled her eyes. "No need to ask what you're going to do with your life. I'm the girlfriend of the next attraction at Dollywood. You'll load people up in your mouth and take them on a tour of the Tennessee hills as you play the banjo for them."

"Maybe you should become a comedian since you think you're so hilarious."

She smiled momentarily then huffed. "Serious time, Trouty. I have no clue what I'm supposed to do. I mean, what am I even good at?"

"Arguing, making people cry, and running from the police."

"Stop making me laugh." She chuckled.

"Look, babe. Whatever it is you decide you wanna do, I'm here for you. You wanna be an international popstar, I'll be your roadie. You wanna be president, I'll be your campaign manager."

"Would you be my first lady?"

He smiled. "I think I'd look kinda funny in heels. San, listen, you can do whatever you wanna do. That's a given. All you gotta do is figure out what it is."

She smiled. "Fuck you, Sammy. Stop being wonderful."

He laughed and kissed her forehead. "For you? Never. And by the way, if I ever worked at Dollywood, I'd be a Johnny Cash impersonator. You wanna be my June?"

She rolled her eyes and laughed into her hands. "I love you." Gasping, her whole face brightened. "Oh my God! I said it without having to have you say it first! And without feeling like I'm gonna have a panic attack!"

She held out her fist for a fist bump.

"Feel better?"

"Not about my future."

"We'll figure it out." He promised her. "And if not, my offer stands."

She shoved him off the couch.