Hello, my lovely readers! Here is the next chapter as promised! I hope you all are enjoying the story so far, and before I get into anything, let me extinguish the fire. Yes, this is a Logan/Santana story. They do end up getting together, I promise. The road to their relationship will be formed in this story, and there may be a few obstacles the two have to face along the way (like Santana being outed in this season and Logan trying to return things to normal after her attack) but fear not, they do end up together.

For those who are worrying about Logan's sudden interest in Skylar, it's high school. You're obviously going to be attracted to people, there's no shame in that. And this is supposed to be Logan returning to normal. Dating is normal and she'll struggle with this as much as she did with her feelings towards Santana. Plus it's all a part of the plan, just hang in there. You'll like how it ends, trust me.

Keep reviewing and let me know what you guys think. This was sort of just a filler chapter, but the next one will probably be longer. It's going to feature Santana being outed by Finn and all that stuff so be prepared for some feels.

Stay Brave, guys. ~BraveGirl

Ch:5

Logan

"I appreciate you using your study hour to come and hear me out. I actually thought you were going to skip out on our meeting."

Shrugging one shoulder, I opted to glance around the small office rather look at the older version of my sister. Hopefully this wouldn't be taking long because I really needed to talk to Rach and Q about some things. "Honestly, I thought about it, but I don't break promises anymore, so…here I am, I guess."

"I just want you to know that I'm not here to uproot anyone's life."

Finally, I turned my attention to the teacher, raising an eyebrow. "You think you showing up isn't going to uproot any lives? Rachel can't even mention your name without breaking down because of what you did to her. And what about Quinn? You don't think that you being here doesn't remind her repeatedly that she doesn't get to know who her daughter is becoming? Or what starting the Trouble Tones is doing to the kids of the New Directions? This is our senior year, this is supposed to be our best year yet, and you're just coming in and crapping all over it."

Shelby let out a sigh, leaning forward on her desk as she slowly shook her head. "Lima is where I made a series of mistakes that defined me for sixteen years. Lima's where I have to make things right again. I know that seems impossible, but I have to try. But I can't get anywhere without some help, which is where I'm hoping you will come in. You're just about the only kid here who doesn't hate me. Mostly because I haven't done anything to you personally to make you hate me…yet."

"What makes you think I would help you? And you've done plenty to make me not like you."

The music teacher stared at me for a few seconds. "You're the only one who's close enough to both Quinn and Rachel to gain me a little slack with them. I want to be a part of Rachel's life, I always did. I just didn't think she needed me. She had her fathers and that story she told me, about the glass of water thing? Have you heard that? That showed me that I missed too much, and I tried to fill that gap and it didn't work. I never should have tried to fill it like I did in the first place. And I'm not personally trying to rub Beth in Quinn's face, I just know what it's like to miss it all. Their first words, the first time they walk. I remember what that felt like, and what that did to me. I don't want Quinn to have to endure that, always wondering what if? What I'm asking of you is this. Convince both Rachel and Quinn to hear me out and let me say my peace and if they reject my offer then I'll back off both of them and continue on like nothing ever happened."

After studying the older woman for a few seconds to see if I could find any reason as to why she would be trying to pull a veil over my face, I rolled my eyes, leaning down further into the chair. "Fine, I'll bring it up to both, but if they say no, that's it. I won't push the subject any further. Got it?"

Shelby nodded, letting out a breath and actually looking relieved since the performance the other day. "Thank you, but I must admit that I didn't only want to ask you this favor, but I also wanted to ask you something. If you don't mind that is?"

Shrugging again, I continued with roaming my eyes around the room, taking note of all the pictures of a familiar looking blonde baby and even a few with what I assumed were past group photos of Vocal Adrenaline. "Shoot."

"Will told me about what happened to you last year. About your attack."

My entire body tensed as I narrowed my eyes at the brunette. "That's none of your business or concern, Shelby. And I don't feel comfortable talking to you about it either."

"I understand. I'm not an adult you can trust, but I hope that can change. You are the half-sister of my daughter after all. But the reason I mention it is because Principal Figgins has asked all the teachers who have you in class to keep an eye on you, just as precaution. Will figured you'd rather have a woman to talk to if something should ever arise. You may not know me, and you may not trust me, but if you ever need anything, Logan, I'm here to talk. No one should have to go through what you did."

The promise caught me off guard, causing to me lose my glare as I blinked a few times before nodding. "Uh, thanks. I guess?"

Shelby smiled slightly before waving one hand towards the door. "You're welcome, no go on. You're free from the ice queen's icy layer. You know where to find me if you need me. I'll be seeing you tomorrow for the start of our mash off."

Instead of trying to form what the hell just happened in my mind, I simply nodded, gathering my things together before making my way out of her office and towards the front entrance of the school, where I had promised to meet Rachel and Quinn.

No surprise that both the brunette and the blonde where waiting on me, standing shoulder to shoulder as they had their heads almost together talking quietly about something. And with a shake of my head, I cleared my mind, smiling as I approached the duo that had yet to notice my presence.

"I hope you two aren't having too much fun without me."

Much to my amusement, the two jumped apart, their cheeks reddening as they shook their heads and mumbled a reply to my comment. The actions caused to me roll my eyes and make a mental note to find a way to finally get these two to admit their feelings to each other. Although that would probably end up with me viewing one of my sister's numerous PowerPoints on why she and Quinn shouldn't be together, and that I seriously didn't want to do.

"Alright, are we just going to stand here or what?"

My sister cleared her throat, silently answering my question as she turned on her heel and marched out the doors of the school, leaving me and blonde to chuckle lightly before following the diva. Once we made our way through the parking lot and to the bleachers by the field where the Cheerios were practicing, we settled halfway up, all of us sprawling out as we watched Coach Sue shout to all the cheerleaders about something that never made any sense to me.

"So…I heard somebody was asked to come join the McKinley girls softball team."

I glared at my blonde friend after my sister let out a gasp, only causing said blonde to laugh. "I told you not to tell anyone about that!"

Rachel was practically vibrating with excitement on the bleacher below me. "Are you serious? Are you going to join? Who did you talk to?"

While my sister continued to sprout off numerous questions, I glared at Q again, the blonde busting out in louder laughter than before. "You see what you did? You've got her started and now she's never going to shut up."

"…does this mean you'll get a letterman jacket? Those would give you so much social status here…"

Quinn shrugged a shoulder, pulling out a book from her bag. "It's fun, and I also heard from a little birdie that she asked by none other than Ms. Skylar Roberts. The only other openly lesbian chick here."

That caused another round of questions to come flying out of my sister's mouth, and with a groan, I fell backwards until all I could see was the bright blue Lima sky.

"Are you going to join?"

Shrugging, I turned my head to look at my sister. "I don't know. I mean, I wanted this year to be about me, since last year was so crappy and everything, and playing softball again would be great…but…I don't know. We have actual competition this year in glee and we're all going to have to pull a little extra weight since there's less girl voices now."

"And this has nothing to do with the fact that you actually flirted with Skylar?"

Raising an eyebrow, I turned to stare at Quinn who had her nose stuck so far in the book I was worried she might actually fall into the pages. "Who the hell told you that? And I most certainly did not flirt with her. I was just being polite."

The blonde lowered her book, her signature Quinn knows all smirk in place. "My little birdie said you did. And might I add that said birdie was extremely pissed off that she was flirting with you and vice versa."

I quickly sat up, a frowning forming as I back tracked through that five-minute conversation with Skylar the other day to try and remember who else had been there. And then it hit me…

"Santana? Why was she pissed about me talking to Skylar?"

The blonde rolled her eyes, closing her book. "Because she's totally in love with you and she just doesn't want to admit it to herself or anyone else that she's a closeted lesbian."

Feeling the heat rise in my cheeks, I turned my attention to the field where said center of our conversation was standing next to Sue, glaring at any cheerleader who happened to spare her a glance for mercy. "No, that's impossible. She's established that she's doesn't have any feelings for me. Besides, we're better off as friends."

Rachel scoffed, snapping her fingers to tear my attention away from the Latina on the field. "Uh, hello? It's no secret that you still have it bad for her, I mean every time we mention her name or she says something to you, you drift off into this glossy-eyed daydream or something inside of your head and stare at her like she's the best thing to ever grace this planet."

My cheeks had to be blood red now by how bad they were burning. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Yes, I do have feelings for Santana. That much hasn't changed since last year, but she asked to just be friends this year. It's what we agreed on."

"So then what's stopping you from joining the team? The fact that you flirted with this girl and liked it because you still have feelings for Santana and are attracted to someone else? Or is it really because of glee club?"

After opting to ignore the question, I let out a sigh, falling back on the bleachers again. "I don't know, okay? Yes, I won't lie. I was a little…stunned by Skylar's looks and everything and I may have flirted a little bit, but what good would it do to chase after someone else when the person I want still catches my attention?"

A blonde head interrupted my view of the sky, Quinn's hazel eyes sparkling slightly. "You can like someone and still be attracted to someone else. Trust me, I've been there, and I've done that before. Besides, look at it like this. If you and Santana were ever meant to be anything more than just friends, then you will be. No one ever said you couldn't date along the way. If you like this girl, then go for it. Who even knows if you just think she's cute? It could be nothing, but you'll never know if you don't try."

Rolling my eyes, I sat back up, smiling slightly. "Fine. I'll go talk to the coach tomorrow and see if the spot on the team is still open. If they let me on, then I'll see about maybe getting to know Skylar a little better. I mean, you're right, Q. I promised myself that things would be different this year, and if Skylar is meant to be a part of that then, who knows? Maybe something good will come out of it. Now, time for the real deal. What's the plans for tonight? Are we invading one of our bedrooms again or are we splitting up the night?"

As my sister and Quinn went on with making plans for the night, I think I heard the mention of another sleepover, my eyes roamed back down to the field below us, where the Cheerios were finishing up with their practice. Most of the girls were limping off towards the school, and as a certain Latina was gathering up pom-poms, she glanced up towards the bleachers, giving a small wave that still managed to bring a dopey smile to my face.

"Hey. Are you ready to head back in for glee practice? We're supposed to be doing a final check for the mash off performance tomorrow."

Nodding my head, I spared one last glance at the field where Santana was still gathering things up before following the two down the risers and back into the school, the smile never leaving my face. Things were going to change. I could feel it.