So, hello...I know I was trying to get the rest of season one finished before season four started, but it was too difficult for me to get it done...we lost internet and we were having some issues here but I've finally got this chapter up, and the other one will be soon!
"So, did you give any thought to what Puck asked for?" Brittany asked looking at Quinn as the three stopped at the Latina's locker so she could grab her binder.
"What do you mean?" The shorter blonde wondered as she leaned against the row of lockers to Santana's left.
"About him being in there with you." Brittany explained, "he wants to be there."
"Oh, yeah." Quinn nodded, "he's going to be."
Santana closed her locker and looked at her, "are you sure you want him in there with you?"
"Yes. He helped me get in this mess, the least he could do it help me out of it...plus he wants to be a part of it, he wants to meet her."
"Are you naming her Beth?" Brittany wondered as Santana looked at the floor.
"I'm not sure." Quinn said, "can I even name her if she's not really mine?"
"I don't know." Brittany said after a moment of thought.
"You guys!" Rachel caught up to them.
"Ugh, what do you want?" Santana frowned.
"You need to get to the auditorium." Rachel told them, "it's an emergency."
"Did someone fall?" Brittany asked.
"What?" Rachel looked at her, "no, just go...as soon as I find the other's I'll see you there."
"What are you planning, Berry?" Santana wondered.
"It's not me." Rachel said looking at all of them, "really, it's Vocal Adrenaline."
"Huh?" Quinn wondered.
"Just go." Rachel told them before she continued down the hall.
Santana eyed her friends a moment before the three of them headed down the hallway. As they entered the auditorium they were met with Mike, Matt, Finn, and Puck. "What's going on?" Santana asked as they joined the boys.
Matt shrugged, "don't even know how they got in." He pointed toward the stage.
Quinn and Brittany watched the crowd of kids upon the stage all dressed alike, they were standing in a huddle.
"We should kick their asses." Puck spat, "get them out of our school."
"Jesse?" Rachel asked stepping forward after she had joined them along with the others. "What are you doing up there with them?"
"I've transferred back to Carmel High, Rachel." He replied, "I'm sorry that it's come to this, but you guys were awful to me. You never accepted me. You never listened to my clearly superior ideas."
"Why are you here in our auditorium?" Finn asked.
"The blogs and chat rooms say that we're finished and that you guys are ripe to topple us. We just wanted to show you a little something that we came up with a few days ago to see if you agree with that assessment." Jesse explained. He looked at them a moment before they gathered in their places for their number.
'Steve walks warily down the street,
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust'
As the song ended the girl beside Jesse stood up, "thanks for letting us use your auditorium guys. It's quaint."
As the group left Jesse stayed behind locking eyes with Rachel, he looked almost sorry for a moment but the look didn't last.
"It's a Carmel High tradition-they psych out the competition a few weeks before the big show." Artie explained as they all left the auditorium. "They call it a 'funkification' meaning they show us what they've got and we spiral into a deep, black funk."
"Yeah," Finn said, "yeah, we used to do the same thing to other football teams. You know, try to get inside their heads, pull little pranks to intimidate them."
"Yeah, well the difference was our football team sucked." Puck stated, "those guys are golden."
"Come on, keep you heads up, guys," Kurt said entering the choir room, "it's gonna take more than that..."they notice the place is T.P.'d all around, "to get us into a...funk."
"What happened in here?" Mr. Schuester asked, coming into the room, ready to start their rehearsal for the day.
"Vocal Adrenaline." Rachel snapped dragging a trashcan into the middle of the room, "and Jesse."
"What?" The teacher looked at her.
"He transferred back." Finn stated handing Quinn a broom before he walked over and began to clean up where the chairs are beside Kurt.
Mr. Schuester set his suitcase down and began to help clean up as well.
"I feel so violated," Trina said as they continued cleaning. "It's like someone broke into our home."
"Look, it was just a lame little prank," Will said throwing away some of the trash, "and the fact that they're trying to get to us just means maybe we've got'em spooked."
"Uh-uh, Mr. Schue, they aren't afraid of anything." Mercedes disagreed. "that number they did was fantastic. You know, which doesn't make any sense. They had all that equipment. How did they even get in?"
"Well, I gave them all keys." Sue said as she entered the room. "Helped them do a sound check over the weekend. Hey, this way fellas. Let's punch out this wall here, that'll open up the space a bit."
"Sue, what are you doing?" Will asked, stopping everyone in their movements.
"I can't talk now William. Drafting class is helping me redecorate around here. You see, I have nationals over the weekend...and I expect to return with a comically large first-place trophy for which I have absolutely no room in my trophy case. As soon as you hurry up and lose at regionals this choir room will become my official trophy annex." She took the trophy from the kids that came in with her, "you know what it has to look like-Elvis's gold record room at Graceland. Except I'll be wanting far fewer morbidly obese white women waddling around and crying."
"Sue," Will interrupted, "Get out of my room."
"Glee Clubbers, for those of you whose hearing has not been damaged by massive doses of Accutane, listen up. In a few weeks Glee Club will be finished. Now, how do I know that? Well, I recently checked the odds with my Vegas bookie who told me that you're 40-to-1 underdogs at regionals. You are going to lose and your dreams will be crushed."
"Sue, can I see your trophy?" Will asked.
"Sure, Will. Hope and dream." Sure said as he took it from her hands. He then threw it against the wall causing it to shatter and everyone to jump. "You dropped your trophy, Sue."
"You know for me trophies are like herpes. You can try to get rid of them but they just keep coming. You know why? Sue Sylvester has hourly flare-ups of burning itchy, highly contagious talent. Enjoy your last few days here. This room is mine." She stated before she walked out of the choir room.
"Isn't she lovely." Tina muttered as they turned back toward the mess that was their choir room and continued cleaning up.
"Look, I don't want you guys to worry about Sue," Will said, "don't let her threats scare you...we're not going anywhere."
Finn sighed, "does it even matter?" He shrugged, "this place is trashed...she gave them keys, she'll stop at nothing to end Glee Club."
"I said don't worry." Mr. Schuester tried again, "look, this is our room okay, Sue's not taking it from us we're not giving in that easily."
"Did you guys know about this?" Mercedes turned to Santana and Brittany.
"Whoa," Quinn shook her head, "come on, don't put this on them." Santana smiled, God, I love her!
"Brittany gave Sylvester the set list for sectionals." Tina shrugged.
"That doesn't mean anything." Quinn told her.
"It means this wouldn't be the first time they've helped their coach." Kurt stated, "you did it too."
"Okay, Kurt that's true." Quinn nodded, "but you're a Cheerio too, it'd only make sense to pin it on all three of you...if one goes down you all do."
"Stop." Will shook his head, "guys this isn't helping."
"We want to know." Artie tried.
"Britt and I didn't do anything!" Santana snapped.
"Can we not worry about that." Rachel mumbled, "please, can we just get this stuff out of here." She motioned to the trashed room. "I don't want to look at it anymore."
"Yes, thank you." Will nodded, "Santana grab that dustpan and help Quinn sweep up." He directed, "Finn, Puck, work over by the chairs, pick them up. Brittany get Sue's trophy. The rest of you scatter out.."
"Thanks." Santana whispered as she stood next to Quinn.
The blonde shrugged, "it's no big deal. They were being unfair."
"You love me." Santana smirked.
"I will admit you're growing on me." Quinn agreed with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Santana bent down as Quinn swept the trash into the dustpan. "So," the Latina looked around to make sure no one was in hearing distance before looking back to Quinn, "I was thinking maybe tonight after Cheerio practice I could swing by and take you to Breadstix."
"That sounds nice." Quinn nodded sweeping around once more before aiming it into the dustpan, "but I'm not sure how Ms. Puckerman's gonna deal with that. She doesn't like me eating more than she prepared for me."
"Is that healthy?" Santana asked standing back up with the dustpan in her hands.
"Here you go." Tina said sliding the trashcan over to her.
"Thanks." Santana said dumping the trash into the can, not taking her eyes off of Quinn.
"I don't really know." Quinn shrugged, "you know I could always sneak out, that woman's got me in a death grip."
Tina furrowed her eyebrows wanting to say something, because obviously she was wondering what they were talking about, but she decided to just walk away.
"I'll be there around...7:00?" Santana asked.
"That'll work." Quinn agreed.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" Brittany wondered as she held some of the broken pieces of the trophy. "Should we give it back?"
"No." Santana laughed, "you try to give that back she'll probably make you put it back together."
"I'd throw it away." Quinn motioned to the trashcan.
"Okay." The taller blonde nodded dropping the pieces into the bin before looking up toward the clock, "San, we've got practice."
Santana glanced toward the clock before looking at Quinn, "see you tonight."
"Bye." Quinn whispered.
Santana and Brittany said a quick parting to Mr. Schuester before they made their way to the gym for their Cheerleading practice. "Are you ready for nationals?" Brittany asked, stopping at her locker to get gym bag. "I am ready." Santana nodded, "ready to get it over with."
"I heard from Becky that if we don't get every part of the routine right today's practice we'll be working double time."
"If someone screws up and makes me late for my date, I'm gonna cut a bitch." Santana muttered.
Around seven Santana walked up the back steps of the Puckerman house. "S'up Satan?" Puck greeted with a smile.
"Hey." Santana greeted. "I'm here to get Quinn."
"She told me." Puck nodded, "I told my mom I was taking her to a movie."
"And what are you really doing?"
"Something."
"And that would be?"
"None of your concern," Puck smirked, "you worry about your girl."
Santana squinted, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"I think you know." The boy winked before he turned to go inside.
Santana gaped at him a moment before she turned around looking out toward the backyard. "Hey." Her favorite voice in the world greeted causing her to turn back around. "You okay?" Quinn asked.
"Does uh, does Puck know?" Santana asked pointing toward the house.
"Know what?"
"About us, Q, does he know?"
"What are you talking about, Santana? How would he know?"
The Latina shook her head, "I-I don't know, he ju-"
"You're still here?" Puck wondered stepping down the steps, "figured you'd be running out," he laughed walking through the backyard meeting up with and unknown truck, hopping in before they took off.
"He can't know." Quinn whispered, "I haven't told him."
"Let's just go." Santana said taking Quinn's hand in her own before walking toward her vehicle.
"San." Quinn said for the third time that night, as soon as they reached the restaurant and they were seated the girls ordered, but Santana wouldn't say a word. "Santana, please say something?" Quinn whispered.
Santana looked up from the food she had been pushing around her plate.
"Santana, what's wrong?"
"Do you think he knows?"
"What?" The blonde asked, "he hasn't said anything San, how would he know?"
"We don't have sex." Santana whispered.
"What?...we, do."
Santana looked at her, "oh, no...I-I meant me and Puck, not me and you."
"Oh." Quinn's cheeks brightened and she looked down at her plate.
Santana smiled, "I mean he and I used to hook up all the time, but now we haven't for months you know, since we got together...maybe it made him realize we're together."
"I don't think he knows." Quinn whispered, looking back to her food, "and if he does, he hasn't said anything...which means he doesn't care." She smiled, "let's stop worrying about it and just eat our dinner."
"Yeah." Santana nodded.
The rest of the dinner went pleasantly, they ate together and chatted about random things that happened around, the upcoming regionals for Glee Club, and the nationals for the Cheerios as well as the everything Vocal Adrenaline had done to depress their friends.
When Santana and Brittany entered the choir room the next day most of the others were already there. Rachel was slumped against the piano slowly taping the keys so Santana opted once again for the back of the room and laid on a row of chairs.
As the bell rang Mr. Schuester made his way inside, "all right guys, today, I want to talk to you about regrets. Who has some?"
"Giving my heart to Jesse, just to have it crushed like the stage floor at a performance of Stomp." Rachel growled laying her head on the piano, picking at it's surface.
"Thinking 'trust me' was a sensible birth control option." Quinn stated.
"We all have them," Will agreed, "I just finalized my divorce. I regret living in a relationship that wasn't working...letting her put me in these deep funks and not fighting back."
"Besides creeping us out...why are you telling us this?" Santana wondered.
"Because if we lose to Vocal Adrenaline at regionals none of us are gonna regret it. We will have given it our best shot and we won't look back. But we will regret letting them get the best of us before the competition. Which is why we need to hit them back just like they hit us."
"So you want us to T.P. their choir room?" Quinn wondered in confusion.
"Whatever the better, cooler version of that is." Mr. Schue answered, "like, uh-maybe-maybe we should steal their school statue."
"Their school statue is a giant bronze of a great white shark eating a seal pup." Kurt said, "it weighs three tons."
"Okay." Mr. Schuester said, "well, how about this one..."
Santana sighed, lounging on the chairs looking up at the ceiling, it was bad enough that she had nationals for cheerleading coming up, now she had to help figure out a way to get Vocal Adrenaline back for trashing their choir room and barging into their auditorium. This whole Glee thing was getting a bit out of hand. As she looked back toward the front she realized she'd missed out on everything Mr. Schuester had said, but by the look on Puck's face and the nod he was sharing with Finn that was enough to tell her whatever Mr. Schuester had said was enough to get the boys to ditch their problems and team up for payback.
She sat up just in time before the bell rang, "hey, nationals is coming we've got practice for three hours today." Brittany said as she stood next to her.
Santana nodded grabbing her bag and standing up as well, "yeah, hey, I'll meet you there okay? I wanna have a quick chat with Quinn."
Brittany smiled, "okay, hurry though...you are captain and if you're late she might not let you compete."
"Yeah, I know." As Brittany followed most everyone out of the room Santana stepped down to Quinn, "can I walk you out?"
The blonde stood up, "uh, yeah sure."
Santana smiled, "great. Hey, so I was thinking...after practice I could swing by and pick you up. I can order a pizza and we can have a marathon of something."
"A marathon of something?" Quinn wondered with a smile as they walked down the hall.
"Yeah," Santana shrugged, "I did a little tiny thing and got you a surprise."
"And what might that tiny thing be?"
"Like I said, it's a surprise...I'll pick you up around six-thirty?"
As they stepped outside Quinn shrugged, "I'm not sure if that's the best idea, San. I'm not sure how Ms. Puckerman will take it."
"I can talk to her if you'd like?"
"No, that's okay...I just-"
"Six-thirty." Santana interrupted before she pointed toward the lot, "Puck's waiting."
"I can't run anymore." Brittany muttered leaning over to catch her breath.
"I know," Santana nodded along, "I can't even..." She shook her head, "this is ridiculous, I can't breathe."
Brittany looked around hoping to not catch sight of Coach Sylvester, when the sights were clear she slumped down on the floor, "I can't." She shook her head, "no more running."
"Do you think she'd notice if we snuck out?" Santana wondered slumping down to sit beside her.
"You're kidding, right?" Brittany laughed, looking around watching some of the other Cheerios collapsing against the floor out of breath.
"Damn nationals." Santana muttered, "I wish it was over already." She looked around holding onto her side, trying to even out her breath. Coach Sylvester put her bullhorn up to her mouth and started snapping profanity at her cheerleaders, however she still let them go take their showers before she had to go home.
After dropping Brittany off at her house, Santana made the quick journey to her own home and got everything in the living room ready before she made her way to the Puckerman's house and picked up her girlfriend.
"Can I open my eyes yet?" Quinn asked as Santana closed the door behind her.
"Yes." Santana answered after she pulled her into the living room.
The blonde opened her eyes and looked forward, "you got a new couch?" She raised her eyebrow toward her girlfriend.
"No," Santana shook her head, "this," she pointed to the couch, "this has been ours forever."
"I thought so." Quinn answered looking at the couch before turning to Santana, "so what's my surprise."
"That." Santana pointed to the table beside the television. On top of the table were the complete series' of Gilmore Girls and Charmed.
"O-kay."
"Just promise you won't get mad at me."
"Why would I get mad at you?" Quinn wondered.
"Well, Brittany told me that you told her that you really missed watching these shows, and I don't think they play on TV anymore so Britts and I snuck into your old room when your parents were away at church and we got them out."
"You broke into the house?"
"Only for you." Santana shrugged, "we could've gotten more but this was really all we could carry."
"You are unbelievable." Quinn laughed, "like sweet, but in the most ridiculous way."
"So do you want to watch some?" Santana asked.
"Gilmore Girls."
"Awesome, you know I always liked this show Lorelei is so funny." Santana said as she walked over to the DVD's and put the first disk of the first season into the player and grabbed the remote taking a seat beside her girlfriend.
"Yeah, Lorelei and Rory are funny, but I always liked Louise, she was my favorite."
"She was only in the first four seasons."
"Sadly, but her and Madeline were so great." Quinn shrugged, "with Paris they're kind of like the rich kid private school Unholy Trinity."
"Oh, yeah." Santana laughed pressing play on the remote. "Brittany's Madeline for obvious reasons, I'd be Louise because she loves sex and you'd be Paris because you're like the front runner."
"No, no you'd be Paris because I'm not even close to as mean as she is, but you my friend are...I'd be Louise because she's blonde and hot and smart."
"Are you calling me dumb?"
"I'm not."
"Oh, so ugly?"
"I didn't say that."
Santana shrugged, "you just want to be Louise because she's your favorite."
"Yeah, that and Louise is awesome and I find myself completely awesome."
"Paris went to Yale." Santana informed her.
"Why would I care? I don't want to go to Yale."
"Yale's a good school."
"I didn't say it wasn't." Quinn told her, "but I'm not going to Yale."
Santana shrugged, "you know what, fine I'll let you be Louise, but only because you're my girlfriend and I love you."
"You're a good girl." Quinn kissed her cheek before she rested her head against Santana's shoulder to watch the show.
Santana shifted slightly to get a little more comfortable before she wrapped her arm around Quinn's back and held her close, her eyes landing on the TV show.
"Funk." Will stated after writing the word on the whiteboard. "Use it in a sentence." As no one answered he stepped forward, "come on! Rachel."
"This cheese smells funky." The girl said.
"That's because it's 'fromunda' cheese."
"Shut it, Puckerman!"
"Okay, okay, I was thinking more along the lies of 'Vocal Adrenaline has sure put us all in a funk.'" Mr. Schuester tried.
"I'm so depressed, I've worn the same outfit twice this week." Kurt agreed.
"What if I told you I knew how we could shove it right back down their throats?" Mr. Schuester asked. "New Directions is about to make their funk the P-Funk. We are gonna get funked up!" He smiled, "the only way to do that is to beat them at regionals. Vocal Adrenaline has never once done a funk number. They're a machine, a collective, synthesized, soulless beat. Funk is soul meats anger. It's passion is in it's emotion. And Vocal Adrenaline doesn't perform with any. So you have your assignment. I want you guys to turn McKinley High into-Funkytown." He sang.
"You guys can relax I got this one covered." Mercedes told them.
"Cool." Will nodded.
"Hold on a second," Quinn interrupted, "I-I want a chance to be funky too." At that the kids laughed.
"Good one Quinn," Mercedes giggled, "it even sound funny when you say it."
"You said funk was about soul and anger." The blonde stated, "I have plenty of both, look at me. Look at my life, I'm furious!"
"Let's be honest, when white people try to be funky you end up with K.C. and the Sunshine Band." Mercedes laughed.
"I love Boogie Shoes." Artie smiled.
"Mercedes' racism aside," Quinn started again, "I will have something prepared tomorrow."
"All right." Will clapped, "Quinn goes first...Rachel, can I see you in my office?" He asked as the bell rang and the kids began to clear out.
"Q, are you all right?" Santana wondered as she and the blonde left the room, they were walking toward Santana's locker, which Brittany was standing at waiting so they could go to Cheerio practice.
"I'm fine." Quinn whispered, "just a little upset."
"You're hurt." Santana whispered, "why won't you talk to me...are you mad about the thing at your house?"
"No." Quinn shook her head, "it was really nice of you to do that for me, San...I just, I'm so angry at everyone...the way they look at me, God, I get that I'm huge, and that I've fallen a long way, but I can't take it anymore." She shook her head, "I don't want to take it anymore."
"I understand." Santana stopped her, "but don't hide your pain Quinn, please...talk to me."
Quinn looked at her before shrugging, "there isn't much to say...You've got to get ready for nationals."
"Quinn-"
"Have a good practice...I've got to get rehearsing for my performance tomorrow."
"Okay," Will clapped during Glee the next day, "Quinn, it's your day to show us your funky side." Quinn nodded, "so take it away."
"For some of us," Quinn started causing Santana to smile looking over at her, "just simply getting to class takes a little bit longer." She stood up and walked to the middle of the room, "when you're pregnant, you're responsible for two lives and you're walking down the hallway oppressed by the man."
Santana noticed Mercedes say something, but she didn't catch onto her words. "Hearing people call you fat. Sometimes it hurts." She said as a group of girls walked into the choir room to stand with her, "sometimes you have to stop, and hold that precious life and say 'no!'"
"This is offensive." Artie said, "w-who are these girls?"
"We're the Unwed Mothership Connection." Quinn told him, "and that's what we're gonna sing about."
'Man thinks about a little baby girls and a baby boys
Man makes them happy 'cause man makes them toys
And after man has made everything, everything he can
Do you know that man makes money to buy from other man?
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
He's lost in the wilderness
He's lost in bitterness
He's lost, lost somewhere in this, in loneliness'
After the performance everyone aside from Mercedes went up to Quinn and hugged her.
"I love you." Santana whispered in her ear from behind, "don't shut me out."
Brittany joined in on Santana's hug before Finn and Puck took over, which was a little odd because Santana was sure the taller boy was still angry with her girlfriend.
Santana arrived to school about thirty minutes before it started, she was messed up though, much like a lot of the other Cheerios. Coach Sylvester had cancelled practice yesterday afternoon as well as this morning. And none of the Cheerios knew why. The only thing anyone knew was that the woman had been staying in bed, she wouldn't come out of her room.
Santana stops at a row of lockers, she couldn't even put her hair up today. She literally begged her parents to let her stay home that day from school, but they had both told her she should go. She hasn't stopped crying since she got there, and she's been on the phone with her father for the past five minutes trying to get him to let her come home. "I don't understand why I can't just come home."
"Santana, honey, I know you're upset but your mother and I need you to be in school. To keep up your grades."
"Daddy, my grades are fine." Santana whispered wiping at her eyes, "please, jus-"
"I'm sorry mija, the answer is still no." He sighed, "I've got to go, I have rounds."
"Daddy," Santana sobbed, "daddy."
"Santana!" Mr. Schuester walked over to her, "are you all right? What-"
She shook her head pushing away from the row of lockers and leaning against the wall on the other side of the hallway. Slowly she slid down to the floor.
"Santana!" Quinn whispered taking a seat beside the girl in the now empty hallway, "hey, baby what's wrong?" She whispered.
Santana looked up wiping her eyes with one of the tissues she had, "Sy-Sylvester won't come out of her house."
"What?" Quinn reached up and wiped the girls hair from her face.
"S-Sue." Santana muttered, "something happened and she's locked herself in her room...hasn't come out of bed for three days."
"Is that why practice has been cancelled?"
"Yes." Santana nodded, "and nationals."
"Huh?"
Santana shrugged, wiping at her eyes again, "she's pulling us out of nationals...Quinn I need this competition."
"I know, baby..."
"No, we don't even...we don't even know why this happened to her." Santana shook her head, "we don't know what's going on."
"Relax." Quinn told her, "it's gonna be okay." She nodded leaning forward and kissing the girl.
It shocked her for a minute, the fact that Quinn was kissing her in the hallway. Yes, she knew that the hallway was empty and all, but there were still cameras around the place, that had to mean something right? "Q-Quinn?" Santana pushed her away, "what..." She trailed off as the blonde grabbed a tissue and wiped at her eyes. Santana leaned into the touch.
"You're okay." Quinn whispered, "we're gonna be okay."
Santana nodded, "yeah, t-this isn't the end of the world...I can get through this."
"Yeah," Quinn whispered, smirking at her, "you will get through this."
"Mr. Schue," Finn started in Glee that day, "Puck and I would like to show the class the true meaning of funk, with a little help from our special guest, Mercedes."
"Whoo!"
"Yeah!" The class clapped.
"Fasten your seatbelts people," Puck told them, "it's gonna be a funky ride."
'Vibrations good like Sunkist
Many wanna know who done this
Pucky Puck and I'm here to move you
Rhymes will groove you
And I'm here to prove to you
That we can party on the positive side
And pump positive vibes
So come along for the ride
Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation
So feel the vibration
Come on Come on come on
Feel it feel it
Feel the vibration
Finny D break it down
Finny D's on the back up
Drug free, so put the crack up
No need for speed
I'm the anti D-R-U-G-G-I-E my
Body is healthy
My rhymes make me wealthy
And the Funky Bunch helps me
To bring you a show with no intoxication
Come on feel the vibration
It's such a good vibration
Come on come on come on
It's such a sweet sensation
Feel it feel it
It's such a good vibration'
"Great job guys," Will said after they finished, "but that's not funk. I mean the group is called Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch but that is a rap song."
"A kick-butt, old school rap song." Puck stated.
"Does it really matter, Mr. Schue? Artie asked, "we're so clinically depressed we're doing the wrong songs. We're in a deeper funk than ever."
Santana had been looking for her girlfriend for the past ten minutes, since Glee had ended that day. She did have to admit that she was definitely in a better mood since Finn, Puck and Mercedes had performed that song. She pushed past a few kids turning toward the library, which was the only place she hadn't really looked at.
"Hey, Santana." Mercedes greeted as she exited the room.
"Oh, hey." She gave her a small smile, "good job today."
"Thanks," Mercedes smiled, "funk's kind of my thing."
"Wasn't funk." Santana remarked with a smile.
The darker girl shrugged it off, "I didn't know you knew where the library was."
"Hey! I retract my earlier statement," Santana chuckled, "I think your song sucked!"
Mercedes laughed, "You can't do that."
"Get out of my way Wheezy." Santana said pushing the girl away, Mercedes was still laughing as she pushed away and continued on down the hall. Santana shook her head turning back to the library to find her girl.
"Hey." She greeted once she spotted Quinn, she took a seat in front of the girl, "what'cha working on?"
"Microbiology." The blonde answered.
"Didn't see you in Glee today."
"I haven't really felt up for it." Quinn set her pencil down, "I know we've all been out of it this week, but I don't know...I just..." She shook her head.
"I get it." Santana nodded, "you feel lost Quinn, you're hurt...but you have me." She smiled, "me and Brittany, and I know Mercedes was being kind of bitchy to you this week, but-"
"We worked it out." The blonde interrupted, "she came in here to talk to me."
"Oh, really? About?"
"I'm moving in with her," She smiled, "she's kind of making me."
"Damn." Santana chuckled, "that's four different homes in one year."
"I know," Quinn nodded, "crazy right?" Santana nodded as she swept a hand through her hair. "How are you?" Quinn asked her.
"I'm okay." Santana nodded, "Glee kind of put me in a good mood today."
"Really, how?"
"Good Vibrations." Santana explained, "it was Finn, Puck and Mercedes' song."
"Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch?"
"Absolutely."
"You're late." Santana muttered sitting next to Brittany as Rachel came into the room.
"I am not late." Rachel shuddered as she sat down, "I had a run-in with Jesse and Vocal Adrenaline."
"A run-in?" Mercedes asked. "What do you mean?"
Rachel grabbed a seat and sat down in the middle of a circle that the kids formed around her, "wh-where's Quinn?"
"Doctors." Santana and Puck answered at the same time, causing a few people to look at the Latina, Rachel the only one not questioning how she knew that.
The Latina shrugged, "how about that run-in?"
"Right." Rachel nodded, "well, Jesse called me earlier and I thought he wanted to talk about things...about us...so I went out to meet him in the parking lot."
"And?" Brittany asked.
"And..." Rachel sighed, "it was disgusting...a trap." She frowned, "they were all there. Vocal Adrenaline and they-it was a trap."
"They what?" Finn asked, "what'd they do to you?"
"Ambushed me with eggs." Rachel murmured, "all of them. Jesse was last...and now I just keep having nightmares of all the mothers of the little baby chicks coming after me for revenge."
"Oh, this is bull." Puck said, "Finn, Mike, Matt come with me."
"Right on." Finn stood up with them, "it's time for less talking and more punching."
"Hey, what's going on?" Mr. Schue asked as he entered the room.
"We're on our way to go all Braveheart on Vocal Adrenaline." Finn said as he, Mike, Matt, Puck, Kurt and Artie stood in front of Will.
"Guys, violence is never the answer."
"It is when the question is what's the best way to mess up that Jesse kid's face!" Puck growled.
"Mr. Schue," Kurt said, "Rachel's one of us, we're the only ones who get to humiliate her."
"Now, guys, stop!" Will hollered stopping the boys once more. "Get back here and sit down!" Kurt quickly moved as the others just looked at the teacher, "look, I know from experience that making someone else suffer doesn't make your pain go away. You're all amazing, no matter what Vocal Adrenaline says or does. We just need to find a way to remind ourselves of that."
"We can't just let Vocal Adrenaline get away with turning Rachel into an omelet." Finn objected.
"We're not." Will said turning toward the girls, "Rachel, dial Jesse's number on your phone."
Santana watched as Rachel pulled out her phone and handed it to Will. "You haven't deleted his number yet?" She laughed.
"Jesse St. James, Will Schuester here, you and Vocal Adrenaline need to meet at our auditorium Friday 3:00 sharp."
When cheerleading nationals rolled around Santana had hoped Quinn would ride up and watch their performance but the blonde had informed her that she would be packing her things up from Puck's house and moving in with the Jones family that day, so Santana went to the competition alone; not exactly alone because she went with Brittany and the rest of the Cheerios.
Got it all packed up, on my way to Mercedes'.
-Q
Just got off the bus, Sue's giving us our 'pep' talk.
-San
Good luck, baby I hope you win!
-Q
Thanks, Q...I'll call you later!
-San
"Oh, my God, Santana we won!" Brittany cheered jumping into the Latina's arms.
"I know!" Santana cried hugging the girl, "whoo!" As the audience cheered for them and the rest of the squad jumped around Santana noticed Sue over with the news people doing an interview, even watching Kurt be stopped by them so he could answer their question.
"We won!" Brittany gushed again, hopping over to the rest of the Cheerios for celebration.
As they took the bus back to the school, Sue forced Santana, Brittany and some other cheerleader to follow her as she led the way to an apartment building, which they soon found to belong to Mr. Schuester.
As Will answered the door Santana and Brittany walked into his apartment with one of the male cheerleaders who was carrying the trophy. Brittany moved the table out of the way before standing beside Santana as the guy set the trophy down.
"Get out." Sue directed once she came inside.
"Sorry Mr. Schue." Brittany whispered as she, Santana and the other cheerleader left.
"Is Quinn better now?" Brittany asked as she and Santana followed the guy down the steps. Was it bad that Santana couldn't really remember his name? "She was a bit depressed this week."
"We all were, Britt."
"I know." Brittany nodded, "but for Quinn it was way deeper than the Vocal Adrenaline thing."
"Yeah...well, she seems better...I mean, she moved in with Mercedes today, I haven't really talked to her about it. However, this morning she seemed excited to get out of Puck's place and away from his mom." The guy held the door open for them and Brittany said thank you before they made their way toward Santana's vehicle and the guy continued down the street.
"Should we offer him a ride?" Brittany wondered looking after him.
Santana looked to him before turning to the blonde, "who is he?"
"I don't know his name...I thought you did."
"Then no, we shouldn't offer him a ride."
"Okay...ooh, can I drive?"
"Uh...yeah," Santana pulled her keys out and handed them to the blonde, "sure."
"Thanks."
We won!
-San
I'm proud!
-Q
Santana smiled, sure it was a short message but Quinn had stated she was proud, and that was enough to make the Latina's heart soar.
How's the new house?
-San
I think Mercedes' family loves me.
-Q
Course they do, everyone does...but I love you most!
-San
I love you, too.
-Q
Britts and I are going out for celebratory dinner, would you care to join?
-San
I'll pass. I've already eaten so much tonight.
-Q
Santana frowned, she was hoping Quinn would come out with them however she still typed out one last message.
Kay, suppose I'll just see you at school. Love you.
-San
"Are we picking Quinn up?" Brittany asked as they reached a stoplight.
"No," Santana shook her head, "just head to the restaurant."
"Which one?"
"Don't care, you can choose."
"McDonalds?"
"If you want."
Brittany smiled turning left on the street and heading to the restaurant, "you think I could get a Happy Meal?"
"Drive-thru Britt."
"Yeah...I totally want a Happy Meal."
"Thanks for coming," Rachel started as she stood on the stage looking out at Vocal Adrenaline in the audience, "after your brazen escalation of our growing dispute, which we were willing to put to rest we decided the only way to truly 'funkify' you is to show you the one thing we know you can't do-so enjoy."
'You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (oh, we gonna tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk'
"Whoo!" New Directions cheered as they finished, and Vocal Adrenaline were all staring at them astonished.
"See you punks at regionals." Puck said as they left the stage.
So, there we go...hopefully I'll have the last episode done sometime this week...
...Just saying in Glee I totally miss Quinn...
...Anyway, thanks again for reading, and please let me know what you think...oh and I know I've asked before but I want to make sure, do you want me to continue on to season 2?
Thanks again!