So as promised, here's the final chapter of episode two. Episode three is in the works, but i'm not overly inspired atm, so I'm not sure when the next episode will be with you. Hopefully I can get over my writers block quickly and get the next few chapters out soon, I just want to make sure they are right before I publish.

*POSSIBLE TRIGGER: like with a previous chapter, the start of an eating disorder starts to emerge throughout his chapter*

Glee: Season 1 Episode 2 - Showmance

Chapter Four
"I have to say, I'm really surprised you guys are trying out" Mr. Schuester says, addressing Quinn, Brittany and myself as we stand in the middle of the choir room, our hands on our hips. Me and Britt stood just behind Quinn with her in the centre.
"I'm sure you've read about this in the school paper. Finn and I have been an item for a while now, so what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't support him?" Quinn answers, hiding her real agenda. I chuckle at the bare faced lie.
"Well, let's see what you've got" Mr. Shue replies, pressing play on the boom box and the intro to 'Say A Little Prayer for You' starts. Quinn picked the song, making sure it both fits her agenda and was on the approved song list, and took the lead with Brittany and I as back up.
Mr. Schuester nods his head in approval the routine comes to an end. "If you three are serious about joining Glee Club" he starts as he stands up from behind the piano and comes around to face the three of us "Then welcome aboard"
"We are" we say in unison, as Quinn puts her hands out behind her back for me and Brittany to high (well low) five.
"Good we meet after school in the choir room" Mr. Shue calls after us as we pick up our backpacks and head for the exit.

"After school? But that's when the Cheerios meet" I say to Quinn as we set of down the corridor "Sue is not going to let us skip practise for Glee Club" I add.
"Don't worry I'm head Cheerio, I'll talk to Sue" Quinn replies, not realising who was behind us.
"What will you talk to Sue about Q?" an all-familiar voice rings out as we freeze in our tracks and slowly turn around. I gulp and dart my eyes towards Quinn.
"You three, my office…now" Coach Sue follows up. We drop our heads and follow Coach Sue to her office. Shit, we're done for now I think to myself. What will my Abuela say, being a Cheerio is everything to her, no everything to me I correct myself.

"Let me get this straight. You're joining Glee Club?" Coach Sue asks directing the question at Quinn, who's sat in the middle with me and Brittany either side. I decide silence is my best friend at this point and allow Quinn to take the heat. I really need to stay on the Cheerios.
"I'm sorry, Coach Sylvester, but something is going on between Finn and that thing" Quinn replies, her voice getting stronger and more assured word by word "You saw how it was undressing him with its eyes" "Please don't kick us off the Cheerios" she adds quickly her voice starting to shake, almost begging. I've never seen Quinn beg before, she said it would be fine, that we would be able to do both no problem. I trusted her, against my better judgement.
"Cease fire on the waterworks" Coach Sue cuts Quinn off mid-beg and snaps her fingers at her. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see it" she continues "You know, Q, when I first laid eyes on you, I was reminded of a young Sue Sylvester, though you don't have my bone structure…But it wasn't until this very moment, I saw how alike we really are" What is Sue going on about? I slowly look to my right at Quinn, who looks back, both with same puzzled looks on our faces, then our eyes return to Coach Slyvester. "You three are going to be my spies" she begins to explain "I need eyes on the inside" she motions to her eyes "We're going to bring this club down from within". Yes, I like it. For once, I think I actually think I agree with Coach Sylvester. This going to be fun I think to myself, letting out a mischievous chuckle and turn to look past Quinn to Brittany. She's also smiling as we high five behind Quinn.
"And I'm going to get my boyfriend back" Quinn replies with a big grin on her face.
"I don't care so much about that" Coach Sue tells her. Ha burn I think to myself. I don't care about that either, but for Quinn I guess I'll pretend to.

"See I told you it would all be fine" Quinn says as we leave Coach Sylvester's office, still smiling from ear to ear.
"Yeah, yeah" I answer as we exit the school building "You were shitting yourself 'please don't kick us off the Cheerios" I mock as Quinn elbows me in the ribs. Brittany laughs. "Ow, bitch" I reply instantly. As soon as Quinn's elbow makes contact with my ribs my stomach starts to grumble again, almost as if she'd awoken it. Shit, I fold my arms across my stomach, trying to supress the noise and carryon walking.
"Yeah well, we're not, are we?" she replies skipping off towards Finn in the parking lot. We follow "Anyway what would you're Abuela say if you got kicked off the Cheerios? She'd disown you" Quinn giggles, jokingly. Yeah, I think to myself, it wouldn't surprise me, the Cheerios mean everything to her. No, mean everything to me, I correct myself again in my head.

That evening after school I decide to pay my abuela a visit, it will be the first time I've been since we started this new Cheerios nutrition plan. Abuela always tries to fill me up with food whenever I visit, so I've been keeping a wide birth until I managed to control my stomach grumbles. I can't have her knowing. Both my parents are working tonight (what's new there) and Brittany's got to go to some soccer thing for her sister, so my options for company are limited, so Abuela's it is.

"Hola Abuela" I say as I enter her house and kick my shoes off as I walk towards the kitchen knowing that's where she will be.
"Ah Santana" my abuela replies turning around and holding her arms out. I walk towards them and embrace her, kissing her cheek as I enter her arms. She kisses the top of my head then pulls away to look me up and down. "You've lost weight" she says almost knowingly. I look away from her gaze sheepishly "Do they not feed you at home or school?" she asks half joking, half serious "Not to worry abuela is here" she says ushering me towards the kitchen table, where she has a full spread off food all out and ready. I gip as I sit down, the smell of all the rich foods and spices making me feel physically sick."So, how's the Cheerios going? You already for nationals?" my abuela asks as I push some re-fried beans round my plate. The Cheerios are one of the only things we have to talk about.
"Yeah, we will be" I answered putting the tiniest amount of food possible in my mouth "Coach Sue has us on a new practise schedule, so things have been pretty hectic at the minute" I take another tiny mouthful "That's why I haven't been round much recently" I continue, not wanting to tell her the real reason for my absence.
"I'm so proud of you Santana" my abuela says locking her eyes with mine. Yeah, if only you knew the truth you'd be so proud I think to myself sarcastically. "Now, we just need to find you a lovely Latino" she chuckles winking at me. I internally freeze, unable to respond. Why have a frozen I think to myself? Eventually I manage to let out a small smile and chuckle, taking a sip of water.

Once home I put the leftovers from abuelas in the fridge and make my way upstairs to my room. I lay on the bed and turn on my TV, trying to ignore the storm brewing in my stomach. I put my hands on my stomach trying to calm it when I feel it. It's definitely bigger than this morning I think to myself looking down. I see the slight rise in my stomach and start too internally panic. Shit, I swear I didn't even eat that much, I mostly pushed the food around my plate. What am I going to do? I can't get fat. Coach Sue will kick me off the Cheerios for sure. And without the Cheerios what will my abuela think off me. She was so proud of me earlier; I can't lose that. Subconsciously, whilst drowning in my own thoughts, I made my way to the bathroom and knelt down in front of the toilet. I hadn't thrown up in a couple of days, not since Brittany had been back at school, that must be why I've put on this weight I convince myself. I start to gip, knowing that the only way to get rid of this food belly is to physically get rid of it, and hang my head over the toilet. It will all be worth it, I convince myself, it's for the Cheerios, to win nationals. My abuela will be so proud when we bring home that trophy. The Cheerios mean so much to my abuela. No, the Cheerios mean so much to me I correct myself. My throat burning from the bile.