Reminders: Friendships are not as they seem, and again, some characters are extremely OOC. I took creative liberties and I'm not ashamed of that.

Song: Stay by Zedd and Alessia Cara

-RCV

Santana was off by a few hours, but she hated being right when it came to the Glee Club. No one sang during their second period, third period, or their lunch period. Instead, they decided to ambush Rachel at the end of the day when everyone was gone or leaving. The only bright part of it was that LJ and Tori were introduced to the shit show that was the re-united McKinley High Glee Club. The song choice was interesting to say the least.

Waiting for the time to pass you by

Hope the winds of change will change your mind

I could give a thousand reason why

And I know you, and you've got to

Santana leaned against the lockers with LJ while Quinn, Puck and Tori stood on the other side of the hall. Santana saw Quinn and Puck cringe, and she snickered at the disgusted look on Tori's face.

"Do they normally sing these types of songs?" LJ whispered in her ear. "I thought Glee was a show choir for like Broadway and stuff."

Make it on your own, but we don't have to grow up

We can stay forever young

Living on my sofa, drinking rum and cola

Underneath the rising sun

I could give a thousand reasons why

But you're going, and you know that

"We dabbled outside of the bright lights now and then," Santana said distractedly.

"But Zedd is a pretty bold choice," LJ said.

"I never said we were any good with it," she replied.

All you have to do is stay a minute

Just take your time

The clock is ticking, so stay

"Rachel isn't going to react well to this," he pointed out. "You do know that, right?"

"I do."

"Why haven't you stopped it?"

"I want to watch them crash and burn."

"You are a sick and twisted individual."

"I've only known you for a few hours, and I can confidently say that comment coming from you is like the pot calling the kettle black."

LJ waved her off and said, "Semantics."

Santana rolled her eyes and looked back at Quinn. She noticed Tori was whispering in Quinn's ear, and also that Quinn was turning red. It wasn't the sexually frustrated red, it was the highly embarrassed red.

"What is your sister doing to Quinn?"

"Ah, the same thing I've been doing to you all day. Asking questions about your relationship, about Rachel, about Glee," LJ said.

"That seems like it's going as well as mine did," she muttered.

"Worse, probably. Tori doesn't really have a filter. She pretty much says something and deals with the consequences later. I remember freshman year, she threatened to blow up the principal's car, and she ended up having to spend the night in jail. Apparently, they take threats like that seriously."

Santana blinked at LJ and said, "Is your sister certified?"

"In what?" he asked confusedly.

"Nevermind," Santana sighed.

Won't admit what I already know

I've never been the best at letting go

I don't wanna spend the night alone

Guess I need you, and I need to

"This song isn't exactly giving off the vibe I'm assuming they were looking for," LJ said. "This sounds like something I would sing to my boyfriend or something. Well, if I had a boyfriend or something and I needed to prove to him that I'm better with-

"Oh my God, please shut up," Santana interrupted. "I swear you're nearly as bad as Puck sometimes."

"Why? Is he gay too?"

Santana's eyes rolled so far back into her head she could've sworn she saw her brain before she huffed, "He's bisexual, but you both don't know when to shut up."

"Rude."

"Tell me something I don't know."

LJ bent down and placed his hand on her arm, whispering, "Rachel used to have sex dreams about you when we lived in Seattle."

Santana jerked away from him so fast that she banged her elbow against the locker and bit through her lip. She glared at him.

"That reaction was almost as satisfying as I anticipated."

"What is wrong with you? Why would you tell me that?" she exclaimed.

"Because you challenge me to be better. I have to struggle to keep up with you in our banter, but finally, I have the upper hand. It's extremely satisfying for someone like me to be on top."

"You're such a fucking-

Someone spun her around, and she nearly punched them in the stomach had it not been for the hand instinctively pushing down her right wrist.

"It's just me," Quinn said.

"Even more reason for me to gut check you. You know better than to sneak up on me," she said.

"She called your name like twice," Tori said, coming to stand by LJ. "You just have poor hearing."

"I would respond, but I feel like you would slice my neck open with your nails."

"That's a reasonable fear," Tori drawled.

After a beat, Santana asked, "You're certified, aren't you?"

"What does that even mean?" LJ whined.

Tori ignored her brother and blew Santana a kiss before tugging him off and starting an entirely new conversation. Santana blinked and shuddered as she faced Quinn.

"How are you able to hold a conversation with her?" she asked.

"I can hold a conversation with you, can't I? You're both ticking time bombs."

"Yeah, except I'm the type of bomb you put in a mailbox while she's a nuclear weapon."

"They're both deadly," Quinn said wryly.

"I leave you with second-degree burns and physical therapy. She'll leave you with six eyes and four hands singing the alphabet while you push your shopping cart full of dismembered family members down the street."

Quinn stared at her for a long moment, long enough for the song to end, and she eventually said, "We need to talk about your addiction to nuclear zombie games."

Santana scoffed and said, "There is nothing to talk about, thank you very much. Now hush, I want to watch the show." She pointed over to where Rachel was standing at the far end of the hall. Mr. Schue and the rest of the Glee Club walked over to her. They were giddy and excited, coming over and surrounding her with hugs and compliments. When LJ and Tori brushed past them, Santana and Quinn followed after them and hoped that nothing would go wrong.

At least on their end.

Santana didn't particularly care about Kurt and the others getting hurt. She still was angry about the aftermath of Rachel's leaving. A hand grabbed hers, and she glanced over at Quinn, and the blonde leaned over and whispered, "I don't want you going off on anyone."

"Why not?" Santana gritted out. "They all deserve it."

"Maybe, but this is about Rachel. If, and only if, she needs us, then we intervene."

Santana chewed on her lip and whispered back, "We still need to talk about her, you know that, right?"

Quinn sighed and nodded, squeezing her hand as they reached the group. It took a second for everyone to get past that massive amount of tension. They hadn't all been together in so long, and it was obvious they were trying not to pick up right where they left off. Brittany stood as far away from Santana as possible, but the glare Santana was shooting at Finn could've been seen by the ISS millions of miles away. Quinn was full on ignoring everyone, and Puck was clenching and unclenching his fists as he stared at Sam. All in all, it was going as well as she thought it would.

"Did you think that performing in front of me would have me come back? Beg to rejoin the group?" Rachel asked, breaking the tension.

"We wanted to get your attention," Kurt said. "We made a mistake before, and we just wanted to show that we were sorry."

"Sure," Rachel said. "But I'm not rejoining the Glee Club anymore. I don't," Rachel paused and changed the subject, "If you guys really want to win, then you should focus more on songs like that."

"But we need you. We made a mistake in thinking we could do it without you," Kurt said. "We fell apart without you."

"Plus, who's going to keep us all in order?" Sam asked. "You were really good at being controlling."

"Wow," LJ said. "I can see why Santana and Quinn left the group. Ya'll are toxic as fuck."

"I would be careful listening to anything Satan or the Ice Queen says," Kurt snapped. "They have a bad habit of speaking on things they know nothing about."

"Says the guy who just lied straight to Rachel's face," Santana said. "Tell her the truth about what happened after she left. Tell her what you guys did to me and Quinn."

"No one cares, Satan!" Kurt shouted. "Hasn't that been made clear? No one cares about you. Your little relationship with Quinn is cute, but come on, we all know why you're really with her. She's the only one desperate enough to ride the school bicycle!"

SLAP

The group descended into silence. Kurt held his cheek as he looked at Rachel in shock. She was vibrating, and Tori slowly walked up to her sister. She wrapped her arms around Rachel and whispered something in her ear. Rachel nodded and walked off with Tori.

"Stay away from my sister," LJ threatened before he ran after Rachel and Tori.

"If you ever, and I mean ever, say what you just said about Santana again," Puck said, "I'll fucking kill you."

Puck stormed off and Santana almost walked off with him, but she couldn't. She just stared at Kurt.

"What? Going to hit me too? Threaten me?" he said.

"No. But I will say this." Santana looked around at them and shook her head. "You all tried to convince Rachel to come back under false pretenses. This group preaches family and support, blah blah blah, but it's nothing but a bunch of liars and cheaters and fucking dickheads. If you really wanted Rachel back, you would tell her what the hell went down and let her make the decision for herself based on truth and not lies."

"Did you tell her your role in all of this? Huh? Since you're so adamant we say something, how about you tell her what you did!" Brittany shouted. "Finn was in the hospital for a week."

Santana glanced at Finn. The boy put a hand on Brittany's arm and said, "Enough. We got our answer from Rachel."

"But-

"Enough, Britt," Finn said sharply, not once taking his eyes off Santana.

Santana scowled at Finn, but said nothing. She and Quinn jogged off to see if they could catch Puck or Rachel. When they reached the front door, they saw Rachel's car pulling out of the lot with Puck's truck right behind it. Quinn let go of Santana's hand and turned to her. Santana winced, already knowing what was coming.

"We have to talk about Rachel," Quinn said. "We both know the longer we wait, the harder it will be, and I don't want it to mess with what we have."

Santana nodded. "Come on, let's head to my house and we'll talk there. Alright?" she said.

Despite not being around the Glee Club, Santana still felt tension boiling in her bones as they walked to her car. She didn't want to think too hard on it, because if she did, she would know that the conversation she was about to have with Quinn could make or break their relationship.

Artie, Mike, Blaine, Mercedes, and Tina left, and Kurt, Sam, Finn, Brittany, and Mr. Schue stayed in the hallway.

"I thought you said that would work," Sam gritted out. "You said she would at least think about coming back."

"She has the wrong people whispering in her ear," Kurt said.

"You two are obviously in bad graces with Santana, and Rachel is picking up on that," Mr. Schue pointed out, talking to Finn and Brittany.

"I can handle Santana," Finn said. "Don't worry about her."

"And don't act like it's just me and Finn's fault," Brittany snapped. "Sam's the one that sent Quinn to the hospital with that stunt he pulled with her father."

"I didn't know that would happen!" Sam protested.

"Oh come on, you knew exactly what you were doing when you outed Quinn."

"Enough," Mr. Schue interrupted. "Jesus, you all played a role in what happened last year. But there's no need in dredging it all up. Just fix it."

"Why do you want the Glee Club back together again anyway?" Kurt grumbled. "We barley won anything, even with Rachel."

Mr. Schue ignored him and walked off. Kurt sighed and looked at the others.

"What about her siblings?" he asked wearily.

"No idea," Sam said. "I didn't even know she had siblings."

"All we need to do is remind Rachel that Santana and Quinn are selfish, cold-hearted bitches who will do anything to remain on top," Brittany said.

Had they been paying more attention to their surroundings, they would've seen the two people listening to their every word and they would've been a lot more careful with their words.

"Call Leroy, tell him we're coming over for dinner."

"And what exactly are we going to be telling him?"

Sue looked down at Emma, "Nothing, but I feel like Rachel has questions, and she might as well hear them from you or me. "