Well, here it is! I know it's been a while, but I really wanted to make sure this was a good chapter. Feedback is appreciated! Also I noticed I missed a The bastard who did this is going to get his ass kicked. I have razorblades all up in my hair."

The next day, I found myself staring at my reflection in the mirror, inspecting my outfit to see if it was slushie proof. "God, this is ridiculous." I muttered, pulling at my hair. "I might as well wear a rain jacket." I cast a glance at my rain jacket before shaking my head, sticking my cell phone to my ear and leaving for school.

Santana POV

"BritBrit, what's going on?" I groaned, letting myself being pulled behind the tall blond, barely awake. After my major blunder yesterday, I'd fully been planning on just staying home and sleeping in, coming in whenever I woke up to go to glee, but Brittany had decided I just had to be in school early that day.

"Ama said glee club's gotta be here today, cuz it's really important." She said simply, dragging me down the crowded hallway, where I caught sight of Amaranth's hair briefly before she pulled me to her locker and started fixing my make-up, since I'd had no time to get ready other than doing my hair and getting dressed.

"Ugh, it's too early." I whined as she was finishing up. I turned and leaned against the lockers, watching Amaranth discreetly, making sure no one came near her with a slushie. She didn't deserve that two days in a row. She was acting a bit odd though, constantly looking down the hall.

Normal POV

I dug around in my locker, my eyes sharp for who I was waiting for. Finally I spotted them, and pulled the cup from my locker. "Hey! Azimio!" I yelled, marching towards him. Just as he turned to face me, I hurled the icy purple contents of the cup in my hand all over him. "I thought since I enjoyed that wonderful facial you gave me yesterday, I'd return the favor." I said, my voice sickly sweet and sarcasm dripping from my words.

"Wha-You bitch!" He growled, lunging for me and slamming me against the lockers, pinning me there. "You're gonna regret that."

"Get off me!" I snapped, shoving at his arms with no success. This was bringing back some memories I definitely would rather not think about. "Let go you brute!" I shouted, kneeing him in the crotch. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. "Here's a warning for you." I hissed, kneeling next to him, my voice deadly. "Throw another slushy my way and you'll regret it."

I looked around me, realizing that everyone had fallen silent and stopped what they were doing, watching me and Azimio. Flushing slightly, I tossed the cup into a garbage can as I hurried down the hall and into Mr. Schue's room, sliding into my seat. "I can't believe I just did that." I whispered.

Santana POV

"I can't believe she just did that." I said to Brittany, staring at the black boy still lying on the ground. "Is that why glee had to be here? Did she tell you what she was gonna do?"

"No, she just told me to call everyone and make sure to come to school today." She answered, smiling. "I'm glad she stood up for herself. It was like she was a… superhero."

I felt a pang of jealousy at her easy relationship with Amaranth. "Yeah, something like that." I muttered, shutting my locker. "I'm going to Spanish class. See you later, B." With a truly spectacular hair flip, I spun and strode to my first class, but immediately lost my strut when I got to the door, realizing I had to sit next to Amaranth. Slouching, I shuffled to my seat and sat, feeling the awkwardness in the air.

"So…" I said uncomfortably. "You pack a pretty hard hit."

She glanced over at me, no trace of the sweet quiet girl I'd been used to visible. "Sorry I hit you." Was all she said before very obviously turning to ignore me.

I spent the rest of the day going from class to class in zombie mode, wondering at the sudden change in Amaranth. God, Lopez. I chided myself on the way to glee, Suck it the fuck up. Since when does Santana Bad-ass Lopez mope? Just as I was about to turn the corner to the glee hallway, I was dragged into a closet. "Dammit, Pu-" I was cut off by a pair of soft lips slamming into mine roughly, then softening until they were driving me mad. Then, just as quick as it began, the end came.

"Now we're even." A voice whispered in my ear, making me shiver. The door opened, and I caught a glance of red and black before it shut again.

Normal POV

"Finn, give me one good reason I shouldn't murder you right now." I hissed, glaring at him venomously over Tina, who was seated between us and currently trying to shrink back into her seat.

"Uhh, too many witnesses?"

A growl escaped my throat, which seemed to be all the signal Tina needed to dart out of her seat and move as far away as possible. I vaguely noticed Rachel walk in, but was distracted more by Santana following her in and glancing at me before seating herself next to Brit.

"Hello? Amaranth?" I shot my eyes to Rachel, who was now in front of Finn and I.

"What, Rachel?" Here comes the headache.

"I hope you'll take this opportunity to do a solo in glee today. While I'm glad you prefer standing in the back so I don't have someone trying to take my spotlight I think it's important that you do a solo at practice so we at least know you can sing more than just one song."

Yup. Headache. "Look Rachel. I don't sing in front of people. I don't really think it's your place to decide whether or not I should change that."

Rachel drew a deep breath, and I immediately wished I had a bottle of aspirin. "Amaranth, obviously you don't understand. We need talented people if we want to get to Nationals, and just because you can sing one song well doesn't mean you're talented, it just means you got lucky. And frankly, if you're not talented, no one wants you here."

Oh. My. God. Before I could do anything more than stare at her, there was an awful screech, drawing my eyes to Santana, who had gone batshit crazy and was charging towards Rachel. Just in time Puck got his arms around her, and while she was fighting his grip, she started yelling at Rachel.

"¡¿Qué conocería usted sobre el talento usted hembra estúpida? ¡Amaranth hace que más talento en su dedo medio que usted tenga en su cuerpo entero! ¡Nadie le quiere aquí, esto está para maldito seguro! ¡Le joderé tan mal no es hasta gracioso! ¡Tengo hojas de afeitar todos en mi pelo!"

While everybody else stared at her in confusion and terror, I burst into laughter. Obviously nobody but the two of us was fluent in Spanish, and I recognized the phrase she had said to me the day before.

"What's going on here?" Mr. Schue, late as always, had only managed to catch Santana's last sentence.

"Rachel's just being an idiot as always. She obviously doesn't realize that we'd much rather have Amaranth here than her." I stared openmouthed at Quinn as Rachel huffed and stormed out. We didn't really talk, so it surprised me that Quinn would stand up for me like that. She caught my gaze and shrugged. "What? It's true."

"Thanks." I said, smiling slightly at her before turning to look at Santana, who was still trying to break free and go after Rachel. "Santana, chill out, okay?" I said sharply. "The last thing we need is you getting expelled for murder." She stopped freaking out and looked at me once before turning her head to look at Puck and demand he put her down. Once we all (sans Rachel) were seated, Mr. Schue started chattering away as if nothing had happened. I'll admit I really wasn't paying attention until he mentioned me.

"I hear that Amaranth has prepared a song for us today."

I felt the eyes on me and the tension, everyone probably expecting me to explode or something. Instead I stood and smiled sweetly. "As a matter of fact, I have. Finn?"

Translation - What would you know about talent you stupid bitch? Amaranth has more talent in her middle finger than you have in your entire body! Nobody wants you here, that's for damn sure! I will fuck you up so bad it's not even funny! I have razorblades all up in my hair!