AN: Sorry readers. Life got in the way and haven't had any time to sit and write. I do want to continue with the story because I have a lot in mind but at the same time, I'm still contemplating because I know how small the fan base is now. I know I said I'll never abandon a story so even if I don't plan on continuing through with all my ideas, it will have an ending.

Brittany POV

"It's so nice to meet you, Brittany," the man at the office says. "I'm Dan. Breanne will be here shortly. In the meanwhile, here is your key to your dorm room. You will be getting your own room since you are our instructor here. You have your own toilet and shower but you might want to keep that on the down-low since you're the only one that has that. Everyone else will have to use the locker room showers with individual stalls. The laundry is in the east wing, there is a vending machine for detergent, but if you need any just come to me and I'll provide you with these special coins," he reaches under the desk and pulls one out, "that the machine will take. All the utilities are free for you as well as the Wi-Fi. We don't usually give out the Wi-Fi password because the whole point of this boot-camp is for them to learn and focus. We try to keep the participants away from electronics. Only you and Breanne will be getting the password. If you feel the need to give it to someone, go ahead but if they get distracted from your lessons, that's on you. Other than that, do you have any questions for me?"

Brittany shakes her head.

"Alright, why don't you get settled in. There's a phone in your room and I'll give you a call when Breanne arrives because from my knowledge you haven't met, correct?"

"That's correct."

The man nods and points to the right, "Your room is down this hallway and to the right. Room number 052."

Brittany thanks the man and takes her luggage and back pack and walks down the hallway. It's not a big luxurious hallway but it's not small and shady either. It's comfortable as Brittany would call it. Her room, on the other hand is much nicer than she expected it to be. The bed is a queen and the sheets look new. There is a small dining table, a TV, and a small sofa. There is a small kitchenette in the corner and the bathroom also looks newly renovated. It basically looks like your average four star hotel room.

Brittany takes out her toiletries and sets herself up. She hangs a few items in the closet and takes her shoes out to put under it. Fifteen minutes later, the room phone rings and she goes out to greet Breanne.

"Hi, I'm Brittany," she says cheerfully and lifts up her hand.

"Breanne," the slightly shorter, darker girl with dark brown hair and blonde streak says. She shakes Brittany's hand with little to no enthusiasm.

"So, Breanne, I've heard you have some experience with dance and gymnastics?"

"Mhm, I have."

Awkward silence.

"That's cool…" Brittany tries to think of something to say but she's lost for words so she goes straight to the reason they are there. "… so, I have a package for you that includes most of the stuff I want to do this summer. The things I would like everyone to accomplish during their time here with us as well as drills, choreography, music, and stuff like that. I can give you the package now if you want?"

Breanne tilts her head as if she's bored, "Yeah, sure, but I'm just going to put this in my room and settle in. You can come by my room – number 066 – in about ten minutes to give me the stuff."

Being the kind of person she is, Brittany doesn't give it a second thought and smiles and nods. "Okay! I can do that. I'll see you later then."

"Yup," is all Breanne says in response.

Brittany goes to her room and waits. She tidies up a little bit when she receives a text from Sam asking if she had arrived safely at the dorm. She sits down on the edge of the bed texting him until it's time to bring the papers to Breanne.

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"Wow, that's a lot to go through," Breanne says when she opens the door and see's the thick folder in Brittany's hand.

"Yeah, well. I might have gone overboard with the details, but it's all in here. Just wanted to make sure we're on the same page."

"Yeah, well, don't expect me to read all of this."

Brittany opens her mouth to say something but just ends up giving her the best smile she can muster up and says, "I understand. It's a lot of material."

With Breanne's cold personality, Brittany can't think of much else to say so she quickly says goodbye as kindly as she can and makes her way back to her room and waits there until the participants are to arrive at 2pm. While she waits, she texts Sam and tells him that she's more worried about her assistant than the participants now. That she doesn't seem very friendly at all and that there is absolutely no chemistry between them and she has no idea how she's going to work with her.

Sam responds with an encouraging text but Brittany can't seem to fight the nerves.

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Around 2 o'clock, Brittany can hear voices in the hallway; people are chatting and suitcases arerolling down the hall. There is supposed to be a meet and greet at 5pm so she doesn't actually have to be out of her room until then. She decides to set her alarm and close her eyes for a couple of hours since she had almost no sleep last night.

When 4:30pm rolls around, Brittany is up and ready to meet her group for the summer. She gets lead by the Dan to the official dance studio and she waits there with a pen and some papers she will be handing out to each member.

Breanne is standing next to her within minutes and Brittany hands her half the stack so she can hand them out too.

People start trickling in. Some are in groups of two or three. Some are by themselves and look scared and nervous. Some are by themselves and look pissed off and irritated. Some people look excited to be there but some look like they belong in an episode of Scared Straight. She takes a roll call right at 5 o'clock knowing she is missing one person.

"Emily Shaw?"

"Present!"

"Andy Pickler?"

"Here."

"Ashton Lee?"

"Yup!"

"Santana Lopez?"

The room is silent and everyone looks around at each other.

"Santana Lopez?"

Nothing.

"Okay, no Santana Lopez," Brittany says out loud and marks it down on her attendance sheet but a part of her heart sinks. Maybe it was a mistake that she registered? Maybe she doesn't actually want to be in my class? Maybe she decided not to leave her city? Brittany doesn't know why she cares so much, so she blames it on the fact that her class is now uneven. Even though she was looking forward to meeting Santana Lopez from New York.

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After Brittany does a brief introduction, her and Breanne begin handing out the syllabuses. Each person does an introduction as well and Brittany writes down little notes like, 'James – 18 – has 3 dogs' and 'Jessica – 23 – loves sushi,' so she can feel more connected to these people.

After about an hour of introductions and going through the guidelines and rules of the boot-camp, Brittany quickly gives an overview of the syllabus and answers a few questions. She then lets everyone know that breakfast will be served in the cafeteria between 7am and 9am and their first cardio and technical movement class will begin at 10am at the front of the main building.

The group is dismissed and most people leave without as much as a goodbye. Brittany knows she's going to have her work cut out for her. Even Breanne leaves without discussing the next day's schedule. Brittany sighs and gathers all her notes and papers and walks out into the hall. There is people all around trying to figure out where the cafeteria is going to be and asking each other where the nearest mall or convenient store is. Brittany is sure most of them are planning to go out as soon as possible since they all have to back at the dorm by 9pm.

When Brittany reaches her room, she puts the key in to unlock the door when she hears a loud female voice yelling from the other end of the hall. "What do you mean I missed it? What do you mean you don't have one for me? I just TOLD you it wasn't my fault! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?! This is bullshit!"

Instead of unlocking her door, she walks quickly back down the hall to see if there was an issue with one of her members, but by the time she maneuvered through the crowd of people hanging by the front desk, Dan is already talking to another person who is most definitely not yelling at him. Suddenly she hears a loud slam of the door down the west wing.

Santana POV

"So, this is everything?" Quinn asks when the taxi driver fills the trunk with the final piece of luggage. Her mother standing by the door with a pout.

"I sure hope so, I don't even know if I'm going to be able to buy anything there."

"I'm sure they'll let you guys roam free once in a while. It's not prison," Quinn laughs.

"Hey, you never know," Santana shrugs, "I've seen some crazy boot-camp reality shows."

The taxi driver clears his throat as he waits by his door.

"Alright, this is it. I'll see you in two months, Mom," She opens her arms and gives her mother a hug.

"Be good, Santana," her mother says, "and when you come back I hope to see a brand new you! Perhaps meet a nice boy there as well."

Santana rolls her eyes. "I'm not sure the boys at a dance camp would want to meet me, mom. Besides, it's dance camp, the chances of the boys there being gay are like, really high," she scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Her mother scowls and then shakes her head.

Santana internally laughs, knowing that shut her mother up. She then turns and faces her best friend.

"Quinn, I'll text you when I arrive at the camp and I'll see you when I get back."

Quinn stands there biting her bottom lip, looking at the floor. She nods.

"Aw, come here," Santana says and gives Quinn a big hug. "I'll be back before you know it."

Quinn hugs back tightly and nods into her hair, "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Santana says as she pulls away. She gets into the taxi and with one last wave, the driver pulls away and Santana is off to the airport.

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Boarding time is at 8am. It's 8:15am and they still haven't called for boarding yet. They had notified all the passengers on her flight that they will be slightly delayed because the plane that they were supposed to be flying in is delayed coming into the terminal due to weather issues from their previous departure location. She texts Quinn while she waits but in order to save her battery she stops texting her at about 9am.

It's 9:15am and they finally get called for boarding. The lineup is long and there are some idiots that don't feel the need to show their passports again, so there they are, digging through their bags for passports for two adults and two kids. Everyone is impatient and cranky and this family has the audacity to turn to look at the line, shrug and say, "How were we supposed to know?"

To which the attendant responded with, "Ma'am, we had announced it multiple times that we will need to re-check all passports and boarding passes."

The lady just shrugs and hands them to the man 3 minutes later.

Finally, when Santana gets to her seat, she looks at the clock on her phone again, 10am and people are still coming in. She sighs heavily and tries to call the boot-camp to let them know she's most likely going to be late. It rings five times with no answer so she gives up, cancels the call and puts on her headphones. The man next to her is looking at her with that look that Santana is trying hard to avoid. He looks like a man who has been on a business trip for months and is waiting to get home to his wife so he can bang her brains out. He looks so horny that Santana can basically smell his balls sweating. She zips up her jacket and throws the hood on for good measure. She closes her eyes to relax and when the attendant finally announces that they are ready for lift off, Santana turns her phone on to airplane mode when she looks at the time, 10:15am.

Fuck! She thinks to herself when she calculates the amount of time it's going to take her to get to L.A. she knows she's going to be late for orientation. It's too late to call them now so the best she can do is call them when she lands.

Not only is her day going oh so well, but her headphones start to quiet down, then get loud again before shutting down completely. She checks all the plugs and even bangs on them a few times but to no avail. She keeps them in to prevent anyone from talking to her but that doesn't mean she doesn't hear the man moaning next to her while he eats his bag of cheesy dill popcorn; licking his fingers and smacking his lips. Santana restrains herself from clawing at his face.

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She rushes out of the plane as fast as she can. Of course, everyone by now is tired and taking their sweet ass fucking time while walking through the narrow hall exiting the plane. LAX is also a shitty and confusing airport and Santana had to ask 2 different people where the carousels for luggage pick up were and 3 other people where she can find the taxi stand. By the time she gets in the taxi it's 5:30pm.

She tells the driver the location of the camp and as he's driving she's looking for the number to call again. This time, the line is busy. "Shit!" she says out loud and the driver looks at her from the rear-view window. Her knees are bouncing up and down hoping somehow that would make the taxi go faster. It doesn't.

When she gets to the camp, she pays the driver and drags her luggage as quickly as she can towards the main doors. She sees about 7 girls hanging around, chatting. Some others, both male and female are slowly coming out of another building outside. She gets to the front desk and approaches the man sitting behind it.

"Hi," she huffs. She's sweaty and she's sure her hair is in disarray, her luggage is in everybody's way and she's looking though her wallet for her ID and registration number. "I'm Santana Lopez," she says and shows him the confirmation number, "I'm so sorry I'm late. I tried calling but there was no answer. My flight from New York was delayed and everyone was so slow getting onto the plane and -"

"That's okay, Miss Lopez," Dan says. "I completely understand, however, you've missed the orientation."

"What do you mean I missed it?" she says loudly.

"The best I can do is give you the key for tonight and you can catch up tomorrow. I see everyone has a syllabus but unfortunately those were handed out at orientation by the instructor and I don't have one for you."

"What do you mean you don't have one for me?!"

"I'm sorry, but it's not the camp's fault you missed the first day. Orientation started at 5, you're over an hour late," Dan says as calmly as possible but Santana is so irritated, she needs to yell at someone and Dan is that someone.

"I just TOLD you it wasn't my fault! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?!" She says louder than anticipated and everyone suddenly goes quiet, all eyes are on her.

"You'll just have to ask someone for the schedule," Dan puts his arms out to show that she has all these people to ask.

She looks around and she knows people are judging her already. There is no way she's going to ask these people who probably already think she's a rude and conceited bitch. She grabs the keys off the desk. He points her in the direction of her room and she pulls her luggage sloppily behind her, "This is bullshit!"

She finds her room and opens the door. Once she manages to get all her luggage in, she closes it hard and it slams a lot louder than she wanted it to, knowing that she's already gotten herself a bad reputation. She pulls her luggage and sees two beds and as she looks over at the far bed she sees a girl standing there. Shocked and a little afraid. Santana rolls her eyes, "Sorry," she mumbles.

"That's alright," the girl says. "You must be my roommate, my name is Rachel." Santana opens her mouth to speak but apparently Rachel isn't done. "I'm here to learn dance because I need it if I'm going to be on Broadway one day. I've already perfected singing and acting, so dancing is all I have left to do." Again, Santana opens her mouth to speak. Nope. "I didn't see you at the orientation. You must be the missing person, Sasha Lorrenzo."

Santana automatically squints her eyes at the shorter brunette, contemplating whether to scoff and bitch her out or slowly back out of the room and leave this crazy woman alone, but when Rachel sticks out her hand to greet her, Santana sees the syllabus sitting on the desk, so she settles for an eye roll and shakes this girl's hand. "Santana Lopez," she introduces herself by enunciating her name very clearly.

Rachel doesn't seem to catch on to or had ignored her previous mistake. "Oh, Santana we are going to have so much fun! Here, this is what our instructor gave us today." She passes the papers to Santana. She grabs them quickly out of Rachel's hands and reads through it, glad there are no actual classes later today. "Our instructor's name is Betty Pearsons. She's tall and blonde and she seems very nice. I hope she's nice. Her assistant doesn't seem as nice though."

"She?" Santana asks and looks up from the papers, "Our instructor is female?"

"Yup!" Rachel replies. "Why? Did you prefer a male instructor?"

Santana shakes her head, "No, no. I just, I just assumed it was going to be male."

Rachel continues to talk and unpack at the same time. She continues to talk even when Santana has stopped listening. Santana reads through the syllabus and flips the page and she reads it all very carefully since she doesn't have a copy but scrunches her brows when she gets to the very bottom. She looks up at Rachel and subtly shakes her head and looks back down at the last few words of the page.

Most importantly, have fun!

Brittany S. Pierce – Instructor.

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