"Okay guys," Mr. Shue turned around from the board and capped his marker, "Since today is the day before spring break, I wanted to know what you would like to work on." The class just stared. Mr. Shue never let them do anything of their choice like this.

Mercedes was the first one to speak, "Mr. Shue, do you mean anything?" She was grinning like a madwoman, probably already preparing a list of Kanye West singles to suggest.

"Yes, Mercedes. Any genre, era, or artist. But nothing too explicit." Mr. Shue looked relaxed. And he wasn't wearing a vest like he usually did. This was weird.

"Mr. Shue, if I may, I have a list of Broadway hits just selected for this occasion. But these aren't from just any musical. Puck, you will be glad to know that I am talking about the modern Broadway musical, American Idiot."

Puck grinned wickedly, "Oh, yes. For the first time since dating Rachel, I actually side with Rachel. The musical is all about drugs."

"Um, guys?" Mr. Shue looked unconvinced, "Are you sure that this is appropriate?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Shue, "I am doing one of the most famous songs from it, a ballad. Wake Me Up When September Ends."

"Shouldn't you be doing Dearly Beloved? That song is about being insane, like you." Santana sneered. Quinn knew better than to believe that Santana still hated Berry. They had something in common, a mutual secret, and it brought them together. But in school they were still Satan-tana and RuPaul.

"Rachel, with all due respect, that song is about loss. What have you lost? Nothing." Quinn had that familiar chilling HBIC drawl in her voice, a tone that most of the New Directions had not heard since sophomore year. "If I were you, I would sing Are We The Waiting, it has more of the tone that you're going for."

Rachel looked absolutely delighted, "Of course! Why did I not think of that before? It has a chilling vibe and a wonderful melody. I will work with-"

"Alright RuPaul, just sing it already," Santana rolled her eyes at the diva's rambling monologue, but there was no hatred in the look.

"Well Rachel, you actually gained my respect. The song sounded good." Santana said after practice. She had agreed to give Rachel a ride home since the Berry's car was in the repair shop. "Have you talked with you parents about the trip?" Santana wouldn't admit this to anyone except Brittany, but she was actually looking forward to the trip.

"Yeah, I did," Rachel's sentence was unusually short and Santana was concerned, but then Rachel opened her mouth again and all was right with the world. "I can go, thank you for inviting me."

"So Green Day, didn't know you were a fan, " Santana was getting uneasy. Rachel was never this quiet.

"Yeah, they're a good band." Rachel replied. Santana was resisting the urge to strangle the girl.

"What's up?" Santana looked over at Rachel, who had a faraway look in her eyes, "Don't tell me nothing's up 'cause something's up and I'm gonna find out one way or another."

"Fine. Something's up. Happy?" Rachel snapped.

Santana was taken aback, Berry didn't have a temper. Then she got pissed. No one mouthed off to Santana Lopez, "Don't get smart with me Berry, tell me what's up."

"Fine. I like someone. Are you satisfied?" Rachel looked like she was struggling between tears and rage. Santana knew she had to do something fast. If Quinn caught wind of the interrogation, she was dead.

The latina glanced over at the girl. Looks like the tears are winning, she thought to herself. better fix it fast, "Hey Rachel. Rachel. Look at me." The girl stopped crying and looked at the latina with the puppy dog eyes. Ay dios mio, those eyes are gonna be the death of me, Santana thought begrudgingly. "I'm sorry for the questioning. And everything else that I've done."

"Apology accepted," Rachel gave her a watery smile and grabbed her bag. "Bye Santana. See you tomorrow."

Wooo! Longest chapter yet! But I should be studying right now...

-Elle