I enter the choir room with my hands in my pockets, feeling bare and alone without Brittany by my side. I don't know where to sit, if I sit in my usual spot by the back there's a 50% chance I'll be sitting alone. Artie can't get up to the back in his wheelchair, so Brittany might choose to sit by him. I take a spot leaning against the piano by Lauren Zizes and Tina Cohen Chang.

"Where's Brittany?" Tina asks me.

"Shut it Girl Chang," I snap at her. She turns away, used to my attitude.

To my delight, Artie wheels in alone and takes a spot by the front. Brittany follows him a few moments later chatting with Quinn. As she passes me she smiles and squeezes my shoulders. I move to make room for her next to me but she keeps walking and takes a spot in the front row. I pretend I'm straightening my posture to hide my disappointment. Tina looks at me sympathetically. I scowl, I don't need her sympathy.

"Hola clase!"

A tall blond figure dressed in all black enters the room. A happy buzz circulates and we all clap and greet Mrs. Holiday happily. We've had Holly Holiday as a teacher once before. Once, when Mr. Shue started having fever dreams of his students turning into small children, Mrs. Holiday took over his Spanish class and then glee club. At first we pulled all the "harress your substitute teacher" moves, switching our names and buttering the floor, but then we learned that Mrs. Holiday was actually pretty cool. She listened to us, let us do cool songs instead of old show tunes like Mr. Shue.

Mrs. Holiday is talking to the class about sex or something, and I've tuned out, watching Brittany play with her own hair. She's twirling the end of her ponytail around in little circles. I long to walk over and run my hands through her always smooth hair. She catches me looking at her and winks. My chest feels like a glitter bomb went off inside of it, a feeling I only get when I'm around Brittany.

"Hit it!" Mrs. Holiday yells, startling me. The band starts to play and Artie does his annoying hand wave thing. She grabs a chair and pulls it to the center of the room. She starts dancing with the chair, and opens her mouth to start singing.

"We've been here to long

Tryin' to get along

Pretending that your oh so shy"

I grin and bop my head to the music, why oh why can't Mr. Shue be more like Holly Holiday. Mrs. Holiday points her fingers at me and Brittany and we look at each other and I wiggle my eyebrows. Brittany and I walk to the front of the choir room, dragging our own chairs.

"I'm a natural ma'am

Doin' all I can

My temperature is running high"

Brittany and I dance backup to Mrs. Holiday as she sings. We lean back on the chairs, swing our legs, spin around the chairs, ect. I watch Brittany swing her hair around and I take a huge breath in. She really is the most beautiful, skilled, graceful person in this stinkin' world.

When we get to the chorus the rest of the New Directions get up and start clapping their hands and dancing around. I dance closer to Brittany and she looks at me smiling slyly.

"Do you wanna touch," Holly sings.

"Yeah!" everyone shouts.

"Do you wanna touch,"

"Yeah!"

"Do you wanna touch me there?"

"Where?"

"Do you wanna touch,"

"Yeah!"

"Do you wanna touch,"

"Yeah!"

"Do you wanna touch me there?"

"Where?"

"There!"

"Yeah!" Everyone finishes together, laughing and hanging on to each other. It's times like these when I remember why I joined Glee Club. Mr. Shue stands and claps his hands.

"Wow, guys that was… great!" Mr. Shue says, "Holly that was… wow."

Mr. Shue and Mrs. Holiday look at each other for a second, and something passes between them. I gag.

The bell rings just as Mr. Shue starts talking about preparing for Regionals and all that jazz. The truth is, we talk about being prepared and stuff, but then we almost always come up with the setlist and the dances the day before the competition.

"Come in tomorrow with your song writer caps on, cause for Regionals this year we're doing original songs!" he shouts as we file out the door. I grin to myself. I'll bet money that no one in this room thinks I'll participate, but I've already started writing what can only be described as a masterpiece.

An arm descends around my neck and I jump. I know it's not Brittany, I know what Brittany's arm feels like. I look up and see Sam Evans smiling at me. I smile sarcastically and duck out of his grasp. His face falls and I almost feel a tiny but bad for him. But then he opens his ginormous mouth and the feeling washes away.

"Come on Santana," he pleads, treading behind me as I walk down the hallway to my next class. "Why can't I walk you to class? Why can't I kiss you on the cheek? Why can't we act like a normal boyfriend and girlfriend?"

I spin around, putting on my 'no me gusta' face, "Listen Trouts McGuppy face, if you want a girlfriend that you can cuddle up next to and talk about feelings or crap with, you're with the wrong cheerleader. We have a deal, you can tell the school you're sleeping with me which brings you up a few dozen rungs on the popularity ladder, and I can-" I pause.

Sam blinks. "What do you get?"

I open my mouth to respond, but I can't think of anything to say except "I get a boyfriend so the whole school won't think I'm gay with Brittany." But I obviously can't say that, so instead I say, "You know what, I don't really get anything out of it. It's a favor, I guess. Probably the nicest things I've ever done for anybody." I twist back around and start walking down the hallway, but hesitantly turn back around and give Sam a quick peck on the lips. His mouth tastes like onion rings.

"Hey Santana!" he calls after me. I roll my eyes and wait for him to jog up to me.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you want to get breakfast before school tomorrow?" he asks me.

"Um," I say, "sorry, Brittany's coming over tonight, I'm probably gonna get breakfast with her tomorrow."

Sam's face falls again, "Oh okay, that's okay, see you later."