There was no conversation on the way back to the cafeteria, each girl seemingly wrapped in their own thoughts as they entered the room and scanned the area for somewhere to sit. Since lunch was already underway, most of the students filled their tables and had been engaged in their own conversations.

"I guess Sam's it is." Brittany spotted and pointed over to Sam who was sitting with some other Glee kids. Santana didn't want to waist time trying to figure out which ones they were.

"No I got this." The raven haired girl nodded for Britt to follow her as she made her way towards the middle section of the cafeteria. The two girls stopped in front of Jacob Ben Israel who was talking with a few other weirdos and nerds. "Move trolls!" Santana barked and the boys all immediately got up with their trays and backpacks and scattered. 'JBI is someone I'm willing to not be admired by.' With a proud smirk on her face, she turned to Brittany who was giggling, "Sientate mija." She placed herself down in one of the chairs, and though Brittany wasn't sure exactly what she was saying, she got the idea and sat next to the Cheerio. "So where were we?" She paused for a second, "Oh yeah...Y'all?"

"Y'all what?" Brittany asked, not sure of the question being asked.

Santana smirked, 'This girl..' "I mean, who even says y'all? Didn't Mr. Schue say you came from..." She trailed off, not remembering where the new girl was even from.

"California." She finished the sentence. "And yeah, that's where we came from but that's not where we're actually from."

"So are you from the South or something? Cause you don't sound like a hick." She'd never really met anyone originally from the South but wasn't that what the majority of them sounded like?

Brittany giggled, "We lived in Texas for a while, that's where I picked it up from. But for the record, they don't all talk with that twang everyone thinks they do."

"Hm, I didn't know." San shrugged, "So that's where you're from then?"

"Not really. My family's moved around a few times so we're kinda from a little bit of everywhere." The blonde replied with a smile.

"Military?"

"Railroad."

"Huh?" Santana was confused now. Maybe the girl meant that's how they moved...which sounded like a pain in the ass.

She let out another small giggle, "My dad's an engineer for the railroad. And since the trains go everywhere, him and my mom like to move around when the opportunity comes. They didn't want to move us during high school but they really needed an engineer in Defiance, so my dad took the position, along with a slight raise for making the trip."

'Well then.' She wasn't expecting the full story but it was short enough. "That's cool. Why the Hell would you live in Lima though if he has to work all the way in Defiance?" There were billions of other places in Ohio that were closer and less...well, shitty.

"They were tired of the big city life in Cali so he wanted to settle somewhere nice and quiet. A friend of his from work told him about Lima and they liked it enough.

"Well quiet you definitely got, I'm not so sure about nice though. The guy who told your dad about Lima must've hated his guts."

Brittany laughed, causing a smile to spread across San's face. "Do you really hate it here?"

"Hate? Maybe not completely. But the second I get my diploma I'm haulin' ass a million miles in any direction away from this place."

She shook her head and grinned, "You're funny."

Now that was something she hadn't heard before. Hot? Definitely. Bitch? From time to time. Even witty if you asked certain people. But no one had ever called Santana funny- so she wasn't sure how to take that one. 'Was that an insult?'

As several long seconds passed Brittany could sense her uncertainty as the girl next to her sat there unsure of what to say and with that same raised eyebrow as she had in the choir room. She liked when the Latina did that. "And cute when you don't know what to say." A very light tint of pink spread across her cheeks, accompanied with a shy smile. Britt had no problem with speaking her mind but she had to remember not everyone was as comfortable with it as she was.

Santana's mouth was slightly agape as she attempted to find words that just would not come out. Was this girl hitting on her or was she just being...well San wasn't sure what she'd call it. No girls had ever talked to her the way this one did.; throwing that 'cute' word around again. And it's a little hard to get offended and be rude to someone who isn't a sleeze or isn't actually insulting you. 'At least say something dummy!' "Uh-" She coughed a bit, "Uhm, n-no I was gonna say something but I just- I forgot what it was."

The pink had faded away but the smile was still there. "Oh, ok." She didn't wanna put the cheerleader further on the spot than she already had.

They sat in silence for about 5 seconds. 'Think of something before this gets awkward..' "So I have to ask.." Santana blurted out but trailed off a little, slightly worried of the girl's reaction.

"Yeah?" Brittany's voice perked up.

"Well, ok I don't mean to be rude but...how is your brother's mouth so huge?" She had been wondering ever since the twins arrived at McKinley and she figured this was a good way to break the slight awkwardness and get an answer to her burning question.

Brittany's immediate laugh calmed Santana's slight worries about offending the girl, "Well when I was little and asked, my parents said it was genetics. Our grandpa on my dad's side has a huge bass mouth too.." Santana was laughing a bit now, which created a smile on the blonde's face, "But I know what it's really from." Brittany's tone seemed fairly serious.

"And what's that?" She was pretty sure no amount of collagen could do that for a person.

"I'm pretty sure my foot was jammed in his mouth the entire time our mom was pregnant with us, up until we were ready to bust outta there at least."

Santana was fully laughing now, highly satisfied with herself in choosing to question Sam's mouth, "I like your theory. Very plausible."

Brittany nodded her head, "I know right? My mom said that's definitely not what happened, but I think she's just trying to save Sam's feelings. I'd be embarrassed too if I was sucking on a foot for 9 months." Which earned another chuckle and smile from Santana.

Before either girl could get another word in the bell for the next period sounded off. Both girls slightly jumped in surprise, not realizing how fast the time had gone by. They got up from their table and followed the herd of people exiting the vicinity and flooding into the hallway, "So what class do you have now?" Brittany asked.

"Ugh, English. What about you?"

"Um..." The blonde got her schedule out to look; she hadn't memorized it just yet. "Calculus" She looked up from her paper.

Santana looked up at Brittany with questions burning across her face, "C-calculus?" She wasn't sure if she heard that correctly.

"Yeah." She smiled a little. "Numbers and equations are easy. They're like..." The taller girl looked out to find her explanation, "weird puzzles." Followed by a blink and another grin. "It's also kind of the only subject Sam doesn't have to help me in." She laughed a bit.

Santana slightly cocked her head to the side and smiled, "So you're Rainman huh?", followed by a small giggle. She was becoming more amused and intrigued by this new girl. It was probably just something about her quirky remarks and friendliness; a trait not held by many a girl at McKinley, even herself usually.

"Is that a superhero?" The dancer grinned while her eyes sparked slightly.

As the Cheerio shook her head and laughed she negated the question by changing subjects,"So I guess...I'll..see you around?"

Brittany smiled, "Yeah definitely. I'll be hangin' around." She winked and started walking backwards, "I officially have my first friend..and I'm glad it's you." With that she turned around and continued walking towards her class. The Cheerio stood there for a second wondering how she had gotten herself into befriending the new girl, not noticing the casual grin spreading across her face, before she shook her thoughts away and headed off in another direction.

Mike was changing into his football gear before practice when he caught Finn walking into the locker room. "Hey Finn." He called the quarterback over to his locker.

"Hey what's up?"

Mike was a little embarrassed. He never really had to ask anyone for help with anything, especially something as simple as singing. The fact that he was asking a guy too worried him, if the other football guys knew, they'd both be sure to start each morning with a slushy facial until the 'private lessons' stopped. But Finn was the glee club's go-to male lead, and Mike knew he'd be nice enough to help him get good. "I was wondering," He looked around to make sure none of the other players could hear them, "Think you could help me with my singing after practices? Mr. Schue said those tryouts were mandatory and I don't wanna go out in front of the whole club and make a fool outta myself. I'd ask Artie or Blaine but I know they're probably busy working on their own solos...and Kurt kinda intimidates me. He's got more attitude than Rachel I think."

Finn chuckled, thinking it over for a second. "You may be right about that one dude. And I would totally help you out but Coach Beiste has me staying after practice for extra passing drills. She says I kinda throw like a girl..." Finn looked around awkwardly with that gassy face.

"Oh ok," Mike replied, slightly defeated, "Thanks anyways."

As Mike finished putting the rest of his pads on he started to walk away quietly, but Finn stopped him before he passed, "But hey I bet if I asked Rachel she could help you." The dancer stopped and turned back to Finn, considering his offer. "I know she's a little- well, crazy.." Causing Mike to chuckle lightly, "But she's actually a real good teacher, and...not to brag but, kinda the best one in the club." Finn let out a slight laugh. Mike was quietly debating, "Plus you said yourself..less attitude than Kurt." He grinned.

That was probably what made up his mind. "I could be down for that." He nodded his head.

"Ok, cool. Well I'll call Rachel before I go out to the field and let you know what she says when I get out there." Finn started pulling out his phone as he made his way to his own locker so he could dress out.

"Alright. Thanks Finn."

"Yeah no problem. Anything to help the team out right?" The boys fist bumped before Mike headed off to the field. Finn scrolled through his contacts on his phone to find Rachel's name, then pressed the call button. After a few rings he got an answer, "Hey Rachel...n-no I'm still going to the party...but- well," Before he could be hung up on by his still-irritated girlfriend he quickly broke through her rant, "Mike Chang needs your help!" The few guys that were still in the locker room looked over towards Finn awkwardly. He saw the half-glares and sat on the bench, crouching over slightly and lowered his voice, "What? No he isn't being deported- he just needs help with his singing since he has to audition for a solo...oh come on, he's a nice guy...it isn't helping the enemy if they're on your team. He actually seemed nervous when he asked me...Ok, alright great." Finn smiled into the phone as he stood up and started undressing, "Ok I'll let him know, thanks Rachel...Alright, bye." As he shut his phone he grinned and continued to change out of his school clothes and into his practice gear.

Finn rushed out onto the practice field, one of the last ones to arrive, and quickly found Mike on the ground with 2 other guys jumping over one another. "Hey Mike?"

"Yeah?" Mike asked winded as he continued jumping from his push up position over the other guys.

"I talked to Rachel. She said you can go to her house after practice as long as you take a shower before you get there...ha, she doesn't like sweaty football players." Finn laughed a bit to himself.

Mike huffed as he tried to reply, "Shower...Rachel's", he breathed in deep and made his last jump over his teammate before the 3 of them stopped- the Asian rolled onto his back, out of breath, "Got it. Thanks Finn."

"Yeah no pro-"

"Hudson!" Finn was cut off by Coach Beiste, "Get your ass over here!" She called out from across the field. Before either boy could say anything, Finn was running over to Coach Beiste, leaving Mike laying there on the field.

"That was horrible! I would've had more fun having a stroke than watching you flail through the air like seals having conniption fits!" Sue shouted into her megaphone violently. The Cheerios stood in their ending places, each one completely breathless- having just finished their new routine. They were used to being yelled at by Coach Sylvester, so it didn't really phase them. Sue looked down at her watch, "Hit the ovens...showers!" The teens rolled their eyes at her voice which was echoing through the gym and walked off towards their locker rooms. "Santana! Quinn!" She walked down from the top of the bleachers onto the basketball court as they walked towards her.

"Yeah Coach?" Quinn asked, almost sounding worried.

Sue's voice sounded calm, "Q..Fake Boobs," Santana rolled her eyes, "Do you two remember what I told you two years ago when I promoted you to Captain and second in command?"

The girls looked at each other and chose Quinn answer for them, "You said Santana was the most malicious girl you had seen since you had 'Val 'the Viper' Guerra' on the team back in 1982, and that I was undoubtedly a younger...less attractive, (that always annoyed her) Sue Sylvester." The blonde subsided her eye roll and smiled proudly, almost surprised at remembering the exact phrasing.

"Exactly. And do you two remember the one job I gave you?" Sue's eyebrow rose as her lips started to purse.

Santana rolled her eyes slightly, so as not to be too obvious, and the two girls answered together in monotonous voices, "Destroy the glee club."

"Precisely. And the funny thing is- you've been in this little club for the past two years, and you both have yet to make even the slightest of triumphs over the club, or even Will Schuester." The girls were quiet, not sure of what to say. They had intended on trying to sabotage the club, but had gotten too caught up in actually enjoying themselves (though they'd likely deny it) to make any progress in that endeavor. "And now, Santana, I hear you're going to be singing a solo in your next competition? Sounds to me like you're just jumpin' on the loserwagon now."

Santana looked down as Quinn quickly tried to step in, "C-coach.."

"Don't 'Coach' me." She put her hand up to stop the blonde from continuing, "You know, I really thought you two had what it took to run that club into the ground, but you can't even do that. You've turned soft, ladies. Into mushy, sad, melted cups of goose poo. How can I expect you to lead us to our 8th consecutive national title when you can't overturn a bunch of nerds?" The girls looked confused at each other, then back up to Sue. "I have no choice- but to rid you of your positions and uniforms."

The girls both quickly went wide-eyed, "You don't mean-" Santana started but was quickly interrupted by a hand inches from her face.

"Yes, Salma Hayek- you're both out." Coach Sylvester felt nothing upon seeing the initial shock in both girls' eyes, "I want those uniforms clean and on my desk by noon tomorrow."

"But Coach Sylvester!" Quinn's eyes were lightly glazed over, "We're two of the best girls on the squad! We keep everyone in check and-"

"We're the leaders for Christ-sake!" Santana wasn't sad; she had anger in her eyes.

"Oh don't bring Buddha or whoever else into this." Sue shook her head, "I gave you a task, which you both have immensely failed. There's no room in this squad for traitors- and that is exactly what the two of you have become." Sue stared them down with glaring eyes.

"Coach please. There must be something we can do. You know how much being on the squad means to us." Quinn's voice was starting to shake as she looked between Santana and Sue.

"We're not traitors." San's voice filled with animosity.

Sue stood there for a moment weighing her options. She took a quick breath in through her nose, "I'm giving you an ultimatum. You quit the glee club, proving that your allegiance is to this squad or you're out and those uniforms and poms poms are on my desk in pristine condition tomorrow by noon." Leaving no room for debate she turned around and headed towards her office.

The girls stood there in silence staring out to the door that their Coach had just walked through. Santana's lip curled while her eyes glared and she turned to Quinn, "What the hell are we gonna do?" To say she was pissed would be an understatement.

The gears weren't turning this time. Quinn just shook her head and opened her mouth but nothing came out. "I don't know." She finally spoke with a quiet voice.

One would think they could easily just drop the glee club and be done with it, but it wasn't that simple. Though they'd never admit it to a soul, even each other, they stuck around in the group for a reason; and it wasn't to help Coach Sylvester destroy everything they all worked so hard for. It was a sort of escape, albeit socially frowned upon, for the girls that allowed them to express their everything through something everyone understood. Even if the group was comprised of a bunch of odds and ends of the social ladder who couldn't stand each other at times, in the end everyone had a reason for being there. Quinn and Santana included.

Quinn looked to Santana, who's expression had softened from angered to worried, then simply walked away without a word, leaving the Latina alone in the gym.

She shook her head and muttered, "Hijo de puta." Then walked out, racking her brain for a decision. Three long years of busting her ass and forging a name for herself at the top of the school's hierarchy was not about to be flushed down the toilet. 'Not all because of Sue Sylvester.'And she wasn't a quitter, so dropping the team days after demanding a solo and attempting to improve her image didn't seem like a viable option either.

Mike stared down at his phone as he pulled into the driveway of a two-story white house. The map on his cell had lead him to this location. As he looked up and got out of the car he re-read the address on the phone to make sure it matched the numbers on the house. The dancer slowly walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds of waiting the door opened to reveal Rachel standing behind it.

"H-hi Rachel." Mike smiled awkwardly. He had never talked to Rachel outside of school, let alone gone over to her house. The boy wasn't sure if she would immediately try to boss him around or not.

"Hello Mike." Rachel grinned a bit, "Come on in." She opened the door more so he could enter the house. Mike stepped in, closing the door behind him. "You can follow me." She spoke as she continued into what he presumed to be the living room. The room had two couches facing each other and a piano off in the corner by a window. "This is our living room." She let her arms spread to show off the area. "I figured we could practice in here since we have the piano."

Mike nodded and slowly went to sit on one of the couches, "Thanks for doing this Rachel."

Rachel nodded her head, "Why did you ask for help in the first place?" He looked up at her, "Not that I mind helping." She caught herself so as to not sound too rude, "It's just that...well it's not everyday that I get asked for help from anyone in the group." She looked from Mike down to the keys on the piano in front of her, "No one really likes me enough to ask for anything."

"Well I originally asked Finn, but he's busy with football stuff. He said you were a good teacher, and I don't want to sound like complete crap when I sing." He looked at Rachel who was now listening to him.

"Oh, right." Rachel looked back to the keys.

The Asian could sense the slight disappointment in the girl's voice, "It's also because you're pretty much our best singer." Rachel quickly picked her head up to look at the boy, "Always good to learn from the best right?" He grinned as she slowly smiled back.

"You do have a point there." She looked down and placed her fingers over the keys of the piano, "Now. Let's start with Twinkle-Twinkle Little Star, and see where we go from there." She looked up at Mike, "Ready?" She began playing as the football player nodded and started singing along with the music.

Santana walked into the school the next morning and immediately felt the numerous pairs of eyes that lingered over in her direction. It could have been that her hair was down and flowing over her shoulders in contrast to it's normally bouncy ponytail. Or maybe it was the Cheerios uniform that she was holding up in her right hand on a hanger; freshly dry cleaned. It was both of these things; but what it really was, was no one had seen Santana Lopez wear anything other than that Cheerios uniform to school since she was a freshman. It had been four years, and the Latina wore it with pride each and every day of school. So to see the fiery woman in tight jeans and a purple V-neck that hugged her everywhere the right way, was rather astonishing. The questionable looks followed her as she walked through, returned with a piercing glare that said, "Do we have a problem?" No one questioned her aloud though; it was all silent. Santana was headed towards Coach Sylvester's office when she caught a glimpse of blonde hair and a red outfit. She stopped dead in her tracks and stormed straight for the golden ponytail.

"What the hell!" Santana questioned loudly as she slammed Quinn's locker shut, barely seconds after the girl removed her hand from the inside.

Quinn's eyes widened as she turned to Santana, "What's your problem?" Asking nonchalantly as she now faced the darker haired girl.

"My problem is that after you totally bailed yesterday and I tried to get a hold of you all night with no success, you show up here wearing that." She let her hand wave over Quinn's body.

"Yeah well," The blonde started off whimsically, "I needed to think some things over by myself; I'm allowed to do that you know." She began walking as Santana started following her, "I cannot lose my position as Captain. My college applications depend on it."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Oh please. You're like in the top 7% or something, you'll be fine."

"It's not all about grades San. They look at extracurriculars too. And besides, do you understand how hard I've worked to get where I am around here?" Irritation was creeping up in her voice.

"What the fuck do you think I've been doing the entire time we've been in this shit box?"

Quinn stopped and grabbed San's arm to face her. "You don't get it Santana. Without this uniform all I have is that club and that's not going to do me any good in this hell hole."

"So you're so stuck on a power trip?" The Latina's voice was raising. She'd thought about it all night after not being able to get to a hold of Q and decided Sue and no glee was like Hell with no water. She figured that uniform couldn't posses all the powers in the world and she'd still be the hottest piece of action at school without it. Hopefully her reputation was as highly regarded as she assumed, and maybe, though she wanted to shed the Bitch Title, the fear of her wrath would still place her at the top of the food chain. At least until she could woo the students of McKinley to her admiration by showing off her magnificent talents...and..'sigh', her new "nice" personality. "You're just gonna walk away from what we've been working towards for the last two years?"

"That's not what this is." The Cheerio glared lightly, "And don't act like we haven't been working our asses off in Cheerios to bring back those National trophies."

"Oh I know we have. But we both know Sue. And we're both easily replaceable to her." Santana and Quinn hadn't realized they had gravitated closer to each other, basically in a stand off position. The glares of frustration could cut glass.

Q's normally hazel eyes had an extra flair of deep green, "Yeah well I'm not." Her jawline clenched for a moment before she started to walk past Santana and into her classroom.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows and cocked her head to the side, "What?" Before anymore of her thoughts could be processed a voice ripped into her ears and brought her back to reality.

"Hey there sexy layday." A dark voice rang behind her as she turned to see Noah standing in front of her; face plastered with his sly grin. "What's the occasion?"

Santana rolled her eyes and kept walking to Sue's office so she could rid herself of the uniform she was seconds away from ripping to shreds. "What are you talking about Puckerman?"

Puck quickly followed behind her, "You know...your human clothes." He gestured towards her outfit, "You never wear stuff like that unless you're like, out of school or something."

"Well only Cheerios get to wear these stupid outfits." The girl's voice seeped in irritation. Puck couldn't tell if it was at him, or at what she was stating.

"Woah, wait." Noah grabbed Santana's free hand and turned her around, "Why aren't you on the Cheerios anymore? I thought you loved being on the squad or whatever?" His concern threw the Latina off slightly.

Santana sighed, "Sue made me choose between quitting glee or being a Cheerio because I hadn't done anything to help ruin the club since she made us join when we were sophomores." She reminded herself what was going on and took her hand back from Noah's; she noticed his eyes linger down and half-second frown.

He could see she was upset so he put his thoughts aside, "I'm sorry." He looked down at her as she nodded her head, "You know what'll make it better though?"

San rolled her eyes slightly, "Enlighten me."

"Comin' to my party Friday after the game." Puck nodded his head and grinned as he winked at the Latina.

She laughed a bit. 'Same old Puck.' "How's that gonna make anything better?"

"Cause you know my Pucky fucky rubber ducky always makes everythang better." He thrusted towards Santana once as she pursed her lips and pushed him by his chest.

"Ok that is something I never want to hear come out of your mouth again."

"Aw come on. You know I always throw ragin' parties; regardless of what happens between us." His voice teased.

The raven haired beauty thought to herself for a few seconds. She did feel like getting a little loud with some friends; and Puck usually did throw decent shindigs. "Fine. I'm in."

"Yes!" Puck smiled, "Starts at 10, don't bring any dudes." He winked at her again as he ran off into the hallway.

Santana just rolled her eyes a bit and smiled as she finally walked into Coach Sylvester's office. It was empty, so she tossed the Cheerios uniform onto the desk and stood there with her hands on her hips. "I'll getchya back one day." She mumbled to herself quietly as she turned and walked out of the office.

Mercedes and Tina walked down the hall catching up on the latest gossip when they rounded the corner only to see a grape slushy being hurled into Sam's face.

"Welcome to Glee Club Aerosmith!" Karofsky yelled as he dropped the 7-11 cup to the ground and left a completely stunned Sam standing there; letting the icy drink drip down his face.

"Are you ok?" Tina asked with urgency in her voice as she and Mercedes approached him.

Sam shut his eyes and began rubbing them as the burning sensation hit them. "Ah..." He continued to rub violently, "It's starting to burn!"

The girls rushed him quickly to the nurse's office. When they guided him in and the nurse looked up at the 3 students Tina simply stated, "Slushy." The nurse nodded and let them sit Sam down on the cot behind the curtain then go into the wash room to get wet towels for his face. Within minutes they had most of the purple gunk out of his eyes and hair, leaving only his now red face from having the cold substance there for a period of time.

"Thanks guys." Sam continued to blink as he rubbed the towel over his face one last time. "I coulda gone blind there." He grinned at them, causing Tina to swoon a little; then resulting in Mercedes' amused giggle. She wondered if it was as obvious to Sam as it was to her that Tina was practically constantly drooling over him.

"Yeah no problem. Unfortunately being in the glee club at this school comes with targets printed on your face that say Slushies Here." Mercedes responded when it seemed Tina was about to stammer out something incoherent.

He chuckled a bit, "I guess I'll have to watch out for those guys." He got up from his chair and walked past the girls, starting to leave the room, "See you at practice." With a wink and a short nod he turned and headed out the room.

"See ya." Mercedes waved, unphased.

"B-bye." Tina responded, dreamily. When he was out of sight Tina looked over at her best friend, "He is too cute." Followed by a deep smile.

The dark girl laughed, "Come on girl let's get to class before your heart bursts." She lead them out of the room and towards their first class of the day, but stopped when Tina quickly hit the breaks on her moving legs.

"That's it!" Tina announced, seeming to realize something in her head.

Mercedes was startled, "What's it?"

"A duet with Sam! That's how I'll get to his heart!" Tina's eyes widened as they glimmered while her thought process sped quickly through countless song ideas.

"Wait...what?" The girl was confused now.

"Don't you see?" Tina continued walking as she smiled, "If I can get Sam to do a duet with me when I tryout for lead for Sectionals, we will have bonded so much that our feelings won't be able to be contained anymore. He'll realize I'm all that and we'll be together." Her thoughts floated on into her own little dream world as she aimlessly walked with Mercedes at her side.

"Uh huh..." Her best friend wasn't so convinced though, at least not really. It didn't seem as practical as Tina made it out to be, but she supposed there was still the possibility of that happening. "And you're gonna make all that happen before Sectionals?"

"Yes." Tina replied with confidence and a smile. "We have three weeks. Do you know how much can happen in three weeks?" Visions surged through her mind.

"Ok girl." She responded as they walked into their classroom, "Then I hope it all works out for the best."

"Thanks." Tina ended with a smile as they sat down and set their focus on the assignment that was written on the front board.