My eyes grew wider, as did Finn's. "What are you talking about? You're lying right? How could she quit on us?" I yelled.
Santana shook her head. "Listen, Britts and I are allowed to rejoin the cheerios, but we're staying in Glee too. Quinn quit altogether because she's sorta a bitch…and that's commin' from me." She said, placing her hands on her hips.
"Why did you rejoin? For your reputation? Is it that important to you Santana?" I asked. How could someone's reputation mean more than glee club? It didn't make any sense to me.
"Well, if Finn's allowed to stay on the football team for his reputation, why shouldn't we be cheerios?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded, though she still seemed to be clueless.
Finn raised an eyebrow. It appeared as if he were zoned out this whole time too. "I'm sorry, but where did I come into this?" he asked.
"It's nothing Finn. Point taken Santana." I said, still turning my nose up slightly at Santana for rejoining. Of course I understood what she was talking about, but I'd never admit that I was wrong… especially to her of all people.
The bell rang calmly. "Gtg." Brittany said, as if she actually knew what it meant. Santana and Brittany walked to class. I sighed and turned to Finn. "I'd better go to class." I said. He smiled and nodded. We then parted ways and walked toward our own classes.
My classes were easy… perhaps too easy. I nearly slept through all of them until the bell rang for glee rehearsal. I quickly walked to the choir room and took the first seat I saw. Finn walked in next and sat next to me. He placed his arm around my shoulder and I leaned against him. The rest of the class seemed to pour in quickly, yet, still no sign of Mr. Schu. Just when I was starting to worry, he ran into the classroom. "Hey class. How was everyone's summer?" he asked. Of course, no one wanted to answer that. We wanted to get straight down to rehearsing. The class continued in silence. 's face grew red out of pure awkwardness and humiliation. "So everyone's went good? Good." He said, as if trying to keep up a conversation with himself. I let out a sigh.
I raised my hand as I always did. Then, I began talking without being called on, as usual. "Mr. Schu? Are you aware that our very own Quinn Fabray has quit the New Directions?" I asked, looking around to see if anyone else's expressions, hoping to notice some form of shock. The emotion within the room continued blank. Mr. Schu nodded. I scoffed at his nod. "And you're okay with this?" I asked.
"I'm far from okay with it Rachel, but we don't seem to have a choice." He replied. I sighed. "We do, however need someone to fill in for her… does anyone think we can get a member?" he asked. I was surprised to look over as I saw Santana, on the far side of the room, raise her hand.
"My cousin just moved out here. I think she'd be willing. Vanessa is really into this sort of thing." Santana said.
"Great!" Mr. Schu replied, his usual smile still on his face. It seemed like we had never left for the summer, as everyone was comfortable… but that wouldn't last long with this "Vanessa" girl showing up. If she's anything like Santana, I'd fear for my life.