AN: Not really getting the amount of readers I expected but I will post a few more chapters in hopes more people will follow. This story will progress slowly, but you will definitely learn more about each girl in every chapter. Hope you like it.

Brittany POV

"Great job, everyone! Remember, we have dress rehearsals on Thursday and Friday so come prepared," Brittany shouts over the music. She takes a sip of water and jots down some notes on her note pad. When the room clears out she closes her laptop and draws the blinds. She shuts the door and plugs in her iPod. Brittany begins to move to the rhythm of the music again, taking down notes and doing her own drills. She's starting to really get into it when a sharp pain stops her movements completely and she freezes in place. She shuts her eyes tightly until the pain subsides and she slowly straightens her back and walks towards the speaker to turn down the volume. She takes a deep breath and decides to call it a day. She has three months left to set up her boot-camp itinerary and schedule. At the moment, she is about 70% done, but she wants to get this perfect and just knows that three months isn't very much time considering the bulk of her class availability has already been filled. She's expecting full attendance come summer time.

Brittany is lying on stomach in bed with an icepack across her lower back. Her eyes are closed as she tries to work out boot-camp drills in her head. Her phone rings.

"Hey," she answers quietly.

"Hi Bestie, what's new?"

"Nothing, just going over work stuff, what's up?"

"Wanted to see if you were up for hanging today. I'm kind of in the bowling mood."

Brittany sighs silently, "Not today. Sorry, I'm... I'm still pretty busy and quite tired. Rain check?"

"Rain check it is." There's a bit of silence over the phone, "Hey, Britt, is everything okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yup! Everything is fine," Brittany tries to sound as cheerful as possible. "Just tired."

"Alright then. Maybe next week when you're up for some bowling? Or maybe just a bowl... of pasta or whatever."

Brittany chuckles at her best friend, "Absolutely. Have a good evening, Sam."

"You too, Britt. Take care."

They hang up and Brittany rests her forehead on her arms and closes her eyes trying her best to relax all the muscles in her body.

The next day, Brittany is up early in the morning to put a heating pad on her back before work. She is will be working in the studio today, choreographing a dance routine for a local band. Since she knows the day will be full of dancing, she needs her body in full range of motion and if yesterday was any indication, she really needs her muscles to relax.

She keeps herself hydrated throughout the day and manages to teach half the routine in three hours without her back spazzing out on her. She decides to use the studio space for an extra hour after the band leaves to work on the boot-camp routine. Half an hour into it, she's writing some notes down and bends to pick up her water bottle off the floor when it happens again. She clenches her fist firmly around her bottle and squeezes her eyes tightly, tears seeping out from the pain. She tries to breathe through the sting and is finally able to straighten back up again. In a sudden fit of emotion, she throws her water bottle across the room and it slams against the other wall; dropping to the floor.

"Fuck!" she huffs at herself for losing her cool and rakes her fingers through her own hair. She takes in a few deep breathes and pulls herself together. After packing up her stuff up, she walks towards the other side of the room to pick up the discarded bottle and leaves the studio. Looking as cheerful as possible as she says goodbye to her colleagues, she makes her way home to finish her work with another ice pack and some muscle relaxants she usually refuses to take. She ends up falling asleep on her couch until the next morning when her phone rings.

"Hello?" She answers groggily after searching for her phone for a few seconds and her ice pack having now become a bag of warm water.

"Hi, where are you?"

"Sam? What do you mean? I'm at home," Brittany is confused and a little dizzy. Looking around she sees paper and notes sprawled out on the coffee table and the floor.

"It's Saturday, our breakfast date. This week is your turn to come over... is everything okay?"

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry. I fell asleep and totally forgot. Sorry, sorry. I'll come over right away." She panics to sit up, feeling a bit of soreness in her back and arms from sleeping on the couch.

"No, no. It's okay. Just stay home. I'll pick up some breakfast and come over. Give me 20 minutes."

"You're the best, Sam."

"Only for you," Sam says happily and they hang up the phone.

Brittany picks up her papers and organizes them neatly on the coffee table. She then goes to the washroom to wash up and make herself somewhat presentable for Sam.

A knock on the door indicates he has arrived and she quickly turns on the coffee machine and makes her way towards the door to greet her best friend.

After a nice breakfast and casual conversation, Sam asks, "Busy night last night?"

"Yeah, I did some work in the studio then I guess I came home and crashed. I was pretty tired. I still have to finish that boot-camp thing and it's giving me a huge headache."

"You seem very stressed about that," Sam says and takes another sip of his coffee.

"I guess you can say that. I know there is going to be lots of delinquents and young adults whose parents just want to get rid of for the summer. Most of them probably don't even want to dance but is only doing it because they have to or because they want to get out of the house. It's gonna be tough to keep them interested and entertained," she sighs.

"You're a great teacher, Britt. They're going to love you, but even if they don't, you only have to put up with them for two months then you won't ever have to see them again."

"I guess you have a point," Brittany half smiles and shrugs. She yawns out and takes another sip of her lukewarm coffee.

"You look like you need more sleep. Here, why don't you go take a nap and I'll clean up," Sam says as he stands up and begins cleaning up the cups and utensils.

"No, no, I can't let you –"

"Go!" Sam cuts her off.

Brittany smiles and gets up from her chair to give Sam a big hug from behind. "You're the best, thank you."

"You know it, Bestie," Sam says with a wink. "Only because I love you."

"I love you too. Come say bye before you leave?"

Sam nods. Brittany goes into her room and changes into something more comfortable. She lies on her back and closes her eyes; falling into a gentle sleep. Brittany isn't sure when Sam comes in, but in her drowsy state she remembers two things - whether or not it's a dream, she's unsure. One, she gets kissed on the cheek. Two, she barely hears "I love you, Britt. For reals." Unable to force herself to fully wake up, she ends up drifting off into a deeper dreamless sleep.

Santana POV

"Fuck, Santana. I'm going to cum."

Santana lifts her leg off the boy she's straddling, pulling him out of her and watches as he finishes himself off with his hand. She passes him a wad of tissues and he takes it from her just in time before exploding into it. She watches with a heavy breath until he's finished.

He chucks the dirty tissues onto his night stand and rolls over so he's facing her. He reaches down with his hand and cups her center but she grabs his wrist and pulls it away.

"I'm good," she says.

"Are you sure? I know you didn't get to –"

"No, really. I'm good."

The boy smiles and leans in for a kiss, which Santana gladly grants him in lieu of anything else. A few minutes of kissing and he's starting to fall asleep. When he does, she finds her clothes and puts them on quietly before making her way out his dorm room and back towards the school. She texts Quinn on the way.

When Santana finally gets to school, Quinn is waiting for her in the student lounge where they immediately make eye contact. Quinn stands up and they walk towards one of the stairways no one ever uses. Hiding under the stairs, Santana crashes their lips together hastily, Quinn moaning into her mouth and tugging her in closer. Finally separating to catch their breath.

"Is everything okay?" Quinn asks as she wipes the lipstick off the bottom of Santana's lips.

"Yeah, I just... I just needed that."

Quinn smiles, "I'm glad I can be of service."

Santana breathes out a chuckle and straightens out her shirt. "Okay," Santana says. "I'm ready to go to my last class now."

Quinn laughs, "Alright. I'll walk you to class. It's on the way to the library anyway and I need to pick up some books."

They leave the hidden stairway and begin to walk down the crowded halls. "How are your classes anyway?" Santana asks.

"Law can be pretty dry," Quinn states as they round the corner. "But other than that, I'm doing pretty well."

"At least one of us is."

They both chuckle at that.

"Well, if you actually found something you liked, maybe you can do well in class too."

"Doubtful."

The girls are about 10 metres from Santana's classroom when they spot two boys holding hands and chatting by one of the bulletin boards. The shorter one leans up and kisses the other right beside his lip. They both smile and continue to look at the flyers hanging from the board.

As soon as this happens, Santana chances a look over at Quinn, catching her rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"What?" Santana asks.

"What?" Quinn answers.

"Why did you just shake your head?" Santana questions, slowing her step.

"Oh that? It's nothing. It's just, like, why?" Quinn says nonchalantly with a shrug.

"What do you mean 'why'?" Santana comes to a full stop a few metres from her classroom.

"I just don't understand why that needs to be public."

Santana opens her mouth but no words come out. She has so much to say, but can't find the words. Instead she closes her mouth and nods, not in agreement but in accepting that her and her best friend might have something very important to talk about that could possibly lead to a full on argument. She's in no place to do it right now, so she leaves it. She bites her bottom lip and begins walking towards her classroom again.

"Should I wait for you?" Quinn asks, not fazed at all about all the emotions running through Santana's veins right now.

"No, don't worry about it. I'll probably head straight home after class anyway."

"Alright, I'll call you tonight," Quinn says and gives her best friend a hug.

Santana reluctantly hugs back with one arm. "Sure."

Again, Santana goes home that day with a cigarette in one hand and the other gripping the strap of her back pack. She walks directly to the side of the house and leans against the panels. Finishing the cigarette with one final drag, she throws the butt into the can and walks to the front of the house. She walks in to see the same thing she sees every day. Her mom is in front of the TV, but this time she's filing her nails.

"Hey, Mom," Santana says and drops her backpack onto the kitchen table.

However, today seems to be different; today her mom actually turns off the TV. Shit. She thinks to herself.

"Santana, I would like to have a word with you."

Santana makes her way to the living room and stands next to the couch. Her mom throws some papers onto the floor and Santana recognizes them right away. Those are her tests and essays. Almost all of them below a failing grade. Some of them barely average.

"Where did you find these?" Santana snaps and picks them up off the ground.

"Miffy found them under your bed," her mom says and lifts to dog onto her lap and continues to pet it. Before Santana can think of an excuse, her mom continues. "Santana, are you just going to waste away all my money by going to classes you're just going to fail? Are you planning to make anything out of yourself? You would think spending so much time with a brilliant kid like Quinn would at least have some sort of influence on you."

Santana has so much pent up anger she wants to release, but she doesn't. She wants to tell her mom that one, it's not her money, and two, Quinn isn't as great as she thinks she is, but she decides it's better just to keep her mouth shut. Santana turns away and is about to go to her room when her mom throws a bunch of pamphlets and booklets onto the coffee table causing a loud slamming noise and Santana to turn around.

"You're going to a boot-camp."

"What?!" Santana's eyes widen instantly. Her voice raises a few notches.

"You're going to a summer boot-camp this year so you can do something with your life, since you never take any summer classes anyway."

"I'm NOT going to a summer boot-camp."

"You're going to a summer boot-camp for two months. You can choose which ever one you want to go to, but it has to be one of these. If you don't go, I'm cutting everything you have and I'm going to charge you rent."

"You can't do that!" Santana almost screams.

"Watch me!" Her mom screams back. "I am not going to have my only daughter be a failure! If you're not going to be a doctor or an accountant or a scientist, you can at least prove yourself to be a cook or a gymnast or a swimmer or hell, even a dancer. I don't care, but I can not... I will not raise a failure! I did not have any special skills and now I'm alone, you will be too if you don't find success in anything. No man wants a failure!" There are tears in her mother's eyes and a pang of guilt hits Santana like a truck. Breathing hard, Santana picks up the pamphlets and takes another look at her mother.

"Fine," Santana scrunches the papers in her hand and stomps her way back to her room, throwing the booklets hard on her desk. Papers sliding everywhere. She slams the door and opens her closet where she reaches to the very back and pulls out a half bottle of vodka. She downs a quarter of it, squeezing the neck of the bottle so tightly that she feels as if it may shatter between her fingers. Running her fingers through her hair she takes another sip and screws the lid back on tight and throws it to the back of her closet again. She sits at her desk and shuffles through the pamphlets picking them up one by one. She's gone through half of it and nothing has interested her.

Her phone rings and it's Quinn.

Santana sighs at the memory of this afternoon and picks up. Not in the mood to confront her best friend about what happened earlier, she goes on to tell her about the lack of summer vacation she will be having. While she's talking, she's casually flipping through the pamphlets and stops on one particular one longer than the others. Subconsciously, she actually opens the pamphlet and reads through it while Quinn is telling her about her encounter with a very sexy older man she met at the library. When the conversation finally ends, they say their goodnights and hang up.

Santana closes the pamphlet in her hand and flips it over and over between her fingers. Taking another look at it before standing and getting ready for bed.

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Santana see's 'L.A.' and automatically thinks that this may be her 'out' this summer. Her chance to find something better. Shaking her head out of any positive thoughts, she drops the pamphlet onto the pile and throws herself into bed.

"Fuck this shit," she mumbles into her pillow and closes her eyes as sleep takes over.

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