Hey guys, here it is, chapter two. This is my longest chapter to date, with the whole episode in general being quite a long one, but I think this episode has got the most character development in it. I really want to get certain personality traits and storyline started before I get to far into the 'Glee episodes', so please bare with me people. Chapter three should be with you guys really soon, its all written, I just need to finalise any tweaks. I hpe you guys are enjoying it so far. Happy reading :)

Glee: Season 1 Episode 3 - Acafellas

Chapter Two
Three weeks have passed since we had Berry go off on one to Mr. Schuester about the choreography and he's still sulking. He's only showed up to around six of the sessions and when he does it's like he doesn't even care anymore. Everything is falling into place I think to myself as I sit in the choir room next to Britt, Mr. Shue absent again. Okay, I need to play this carefully I think to myself. Brittny loves Glee Club, she can't think that Quinn and I (well me, I don't care what she thinks of Quinn. Wait why do I care what she thinks of me? I don't care what people think of me, well apart from my abuela…and Britt, apparently. Yeah, but that's because she's my best friend, that makes sense, I think, maybe, does it…) are intentionally trying the sabotage it. Just then Berry storms into the choir room, slamming something down on top of the piano, pulling me out of my thoughts. I shoot a sidewards glance at Brittany, she doesn't look back. My stomach sinks slightly. What are them? Are they cookies? Why does Berry have cookies? Oh god, I haven't had a cookie in such a long time I think to myself, my stomach groans in agreement, I press down on it, supressing the noise.
"Of course he doesn't want anything to do with us after you kicked him in the nads" Finn spits at Berry. Wow why is the oaf so worked up. He told us he was forced to be here, why is he acting so bothered.
"Then why did he thank me?" Berry returns, gesturing to the plate of cookies. Shit, I need to stop this lovers tiff before they agree to go running off the Shue begging him to come back and forget all about Dakota Stanley.
"The goal is to win" I interject "And now that Mr. Schuester has agreed to let us hire Dakota Stanley" I nod at Quinn "we can"
"But he doesn't want us to. He just doesn't have to confidence to coach us anymore" Finn replies, directing his response at Berry. "Guys are real sensitive when it comes to this kind of suff."
"And that's my fault?" Rachel replies defensively.
"Do you see anyone else in here with a plate of 'I'm sorry' cookies?" Finn answers the sass evident in his voice. Oh wow, I've never seen sassy Finn before, he normally has the personality of a used tissue. I supress a chuckle. "I don't. Just you" oh wow. Jesus, Finn, savage. Ha.
"I'm bored" Quinn says standing up "All those in favour of hiring Dakota Stanley?" she raises her hand and looks around the room, Brittany and I raising ours in solidarity with Quinn. Kurt, Tina and Mercedes instantly raise their hands in agreement. She looks at Berry, who raises her hand whilst staring Finn down. That's four just two more to go, I think to myself. Artie slowly raises his hand. Nice just Finn now. He puts it down when Finn looks at him, no Wheels grow a pair I think to myself as Finn looks around in disbelief.

"It's a good start. You're sowing the seeds of destruction" Coach Sue says to me and Quinn as we are called into her office to give her an update. Brittany's not here but that's fine, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Anyway, I can't bare the thought of her knowing what we're doing. What would she think of me? What if she'd hate me? I can't have her hate me. I snap out of my train of thought and look up at Coach Sue on the cross trainer.
"Mr. Schuester barely even shows up for rehearsals" I answer her, feeling pretty pleased with myself, doing this for Coach Sue is only going to enhance my Cheerios career I think to myself, who know I might even make captain one day.
"Oh, no, no, no. 'Barely' will not cut it. I will not be satisfied until Glee Club is disbanded" Coach Sue says back, my confidence and smile on my face disappearing with each word. "And what about this Dakota character? Any chance he actually helps?"
"They're soft" Quinn begins to explain, as I turn to look at her "He'll eat them alive" I turn back to look at Coach Sue my smile again growing as Quinn continues "I give them 15 minutes before the first one quits or tries to commit suicide"
"You know, ladies..." Coach Sue gets off the cross trainer and grabs a towel, sitting back behind her desk "I learned a lot in Special Forces. I was on the strike team in Panama when we extracted Noriega" What the hell is she going on about now? I never really fully understand Coach Sue's stories, I just try to get the general gist and agree with her. "We took out the shepherd…then we went after the sheep" Coach Sue learns forward on her desk looking us straight in our eyes "You need to go after these Glee Clubbers one by one". I nod my head in agreement "I want my full budget restored. I need a fog machine"

"So how are we going to go after the geeks in Glee Club?" Quinn asks me as we leave Coach Sues office, although I'm not actually paying any attention to her, I've seen Brittany down the corridor, and immediately get an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. On one hand I need to help disband Glee Club for the sake of my future as a Cheerio, if we fail Coach Sue will for sure kick us off the squad and the Cheerios mean so much to my abuela, no, mean so much to me. On the other hand, Britt loves Glee Club, can I really be the person who helps to break the thing she loves. I can't do that to her, she's my best friend. "…Hellooo earth to Santana…are you even listening to me?" Quinn asks nudging me in the shoulder, breaking me out of my trance.
"What? Oh yeah…sounds good" I reply, hoping I landed on the right answer.
"Tut, you're impossible" Quinn sighs, turning to walk away, flicking me in the face with her ponytail as she does. I shoot her back a glare and walk over to Brittany. Just before I get there, I realise that she's not alone, she's standing talking to Chase, another member of the McKinley High football team. Hmm, I didn't know she liked Chase I think to myself as I near the pair. I'm just about to greet her as she giggles and leans in towards him! And he's leaning in towards her! Wait, what's happening? They're kissing?! What's she kissing him for?! The feeling in my stomach instantly changes. Wait, what the hell is this feeling? Why am I jealous of Brittany, she's my best friend? Shit, I can't stand this feeling I need to do something and quick. I turn around and see Puck. Yes, Puck.
"Hey Puck" I say getting my flirt on.
"Hey Santana" he says back a grin forming on his face. I lean against the corridor wall and pull him close. Our lips touch, hmmm I feel nothing. I deepen the kiss, still nothing. I let him go and put on my best fake laugh as he smiles at me. I look out the corner of my eye at Brittany. She's not kissing Chase anymore and suddenly that feelings back in my stomach.
"You're house tonight?" I ask Puck as he turns to walk away, trying my hardest to push the feeling in my stomach away, maybe this will do it.
"Yeah. Sure, my place" he replies, his eyes lighting up.
"8 o'clock" I shout as he walks off. This will definitely make me feel something, I tell myself. I hope.

"Right, now you've done sucking face. I've got a plan" Quinn says as she comes back up to me.
"Huh?" I reply, trying to look around her to find Brittany or Chase. Trying to see if they saw me with Puck. I can't see her. She must have gone with Chase to lunch. Oh, we always eat lunch together (well we don't actually eat anymore, we drink shakes) I think to myself, my stomach sinking.
"To split up the Glee Club, I've got a plan" she replies. I turn my attention back to Quinn.
"Oh okay" I say trying to get my brain up to speed with Quinn's conversation. "What's that?"
"Just, follow my lead" Quinn gestures towards Mercedes as we walk up the corridor behind her and link our arms in hers.
"You should totally scoop that" Quinn says to her in such a sweet voice it's almost sickly. She's referring to Kurt (or as I like to call him Lady Hummel) who Mercedes was just talking too.
"I don't think I'm his type" Mercedes replies.
"Oh, I think you are" Quinn answers. I nod in agreement "Just follow our lead. We've got your back"

Quinn and I lead Mercedes to the cafeteria. "Come sit with us" Quinn tells her, showing Mercedes to the same table we always sit at. We put down our backpacks and sit either side of Mercedes and I pull out a protein shake. My stomach grumbles almost in defiance of another liquid meal. It's been three days since I last ate anything solid, but at least the involuntary puking has stopped. See I knew these shakes were working, I say to myself. I zone back into the conversation with Quinn giving Mercedes advice to her on how to get a date with Lady Hummel. I mean, he's so obviously gay how can Mercedes not see that. Some people just have no clue I chuckle to myself. "If you want a date with Kurt the key is to act confident, even if you're not"
"Yeah, that's what we do and look at us" I add, going along with Quinn's plan.
"Wait, you're not confident?" Mercedes asks a surprised look on her face "but you're Cheerios. You're the most popular girls in school"
"Well, you gotta fake it until you make it. Sure, we're confident now, but we weren't always Cheerios" Quinn answers.
"Yeah, there was the first three weeks of freshman year when we weren't on the squad, before the try-outs" I add "They were rough" I shake my head "I don't know how we survived" I chuckle looking at Quinn.
"Oh and compliment his car" Quinn adds.
"Yeah, boys love it when you think their rides hot' I say, confirming Quinn's statement. Just then Brittany skips up to our table.
"Hey San" she says in her usual cheery tone she uses when speaking to me.
"Brittany" I answer back. Why is there a hint of anger in my voice? I never call her Brittany, always Britt or B. Brittany doesn't notice.
"It's Tuesday" she smiles "We still on for tonight? Meet at mine, usual time?" she asks sitting opposite me, Chase nowhere in sight. Tuesday nights with Britt are one of my favourite nights of the week, it's the night where we paint each other's nails, order pizza and watch old sitcom reruns. Okay, so we don't do anything special, but it's just me and Britt and it's perfect. We made the pact to spend every Tuesday night together a few weeks after joining the Cheerios, so that no matter how busy our lives became we would always have some best friend time together with no distractions.
"Can't" I reply almost emotionless. I stand up and start to move away from the table "Got a date with Puck. Soz" I say walking past Brittany. Why am I being so pissy to her, I think to myself. I've never spoken to Britt like that before and I don't understand why I did just then, but I couldn't help it. The words just came out before I had chance to stop them. That feeling from earlier is back in my stomach. Why is it back? I'm not jealous of Brittany anymore, she's not even with Chase.

I arrive at Pucks house at ten past eight. On time is early and late is on time I tell myself, you gotta keep him waiting in these situations. Let him know that you're the one in charge. Puck answers the door and leads me into the kitchen.
"You want a drink?" Puck offers turning to the fridge to grab a beer.
"No" I reply "We both know why I'm here Puck, and it's not to be wined and dined" I add. When we're alone Puck is always very caring and attentive, completely different to the Puck you see waking the halls of McKinley High, but the truth is I don't want caring and attentive. I don't want to be romanced or an epic love story with Puck. I just want to do the deed, to finally feel something, anything. I take his hand and lead him upstairs to his room. I don't like boys' rooms, they're smelly, dirty and are full of weird knick-knacks, but at least it's not my room. I've never had a boy in my room, that's my safe space and I can't have anything, or anytbody ruin that. What if they found my box? No, my space is my space and nobody's gonna change that. I sit down on Puck's bed (I'm low key impress he's actually made it), take the beer bottle from his hand and take a drink.
"Hey you said you didn't want one" Puck says watching me drink.
"Changed my mind" I shrug as I pull him closer. We kiss. Still nothing I think to myself. Again, I deepen the kiss and allow Puck to explore my body as he takes off his shirt. Why do I still not feel anything? This is not like the movies. Before I know it, he's stripped down to his boxers and putting his hand up under my shirt. As his hand touches my bare skin my insides freeze, and I tighten up. Puck obviously doesn't notice as he continues to thrust his hips against mine, kissing my neck as he does. I look away, just in case he looks flips us both over, so he's now on the bottom and I'm top straddled across his body. He takes off my shirt and unclips my bra, then lifts up skirt, his hands on my waist and enters. I shut my eyes. No eye contact. That my rule. Never make eye contact with someone when you're having sex with then, that's when it gets complicated and the 'I love you's' come out, and I don't want that. I don't love Puck he's just a bit of fun, someone to make me feel good, make me feel like I belong. He doesn't love me either, but that's that way I like it. It's simple, there's no feelings and there's no jealously. Jealously, that horrible feeling comes back to my stomach as Brittany appears in my mind. I wonder what Brittany's doing right now I think, is she alone is she with Chase? The feeling in my stomach intensifies when I think of Chase, of her with Chase. Oh god I am jealous of Brittany I convince myself as Puck pushes me off and I lie on the bed next to him.
"That. Was. Awesome" Puck says breathless.
"Yeah" I answer "Awesome" echoing his sentiment. In all honesty I didn't feel anything, again, maybe I will next time I try to convince myself. In reality, I couldn't stop thinking about Britt…and Chase, I tell myself, trying my hardest to get the blond out of my mind.