The next morning, as Rachel is eating breakfast, there is a knock on the front door. Confused, she walks to the door to see Santana and Melody on the other side.

"What are you guys doing here?" Rachel asks them.

"We are taking you to school. Are you ready?" Santana asks. After Rachel finishes eating, the three head to school. When they arrive, they find Puck, Quinn, Brittany, and Finn waiting for them at the entrance. Rachel was not alone at any point in the day. Someone was always with her. In between classes, she had Mercedes, Melody, and Kurt beside her. At lunch she had not only those three, but also, to everyone else's surprise, Santana, Puck, Quinn, Finn, and Brittany as well. Even on the way to Glee Club, Kurt and Mercedes were with her. She walked in to see that Artie, Tina, and Mr. Schuester were already in there. She had not seen Mr. Schue, because during her class he was at a doctor's appointment.

"Rachel, it is so good to have you back. How are you feeling?" the teacher asked. They talked for a minute, then the trio went to join their club mates in the chairs.

"Ok guys. Today we are going to start working on some songs I think you all are familiar with. It is -" the teacher's words were cut off by a group entering the room. Rachel blinked a few times to make sure she was not dreaming. She wasn't. Santana and her friends were in the choir room.

"San, you know this is the choir room, right?" Rachel couldn't resist.

Santana glared at Rachel. "Yes, Rachel. I am fully aware of what room I am in. Now, shut it, midget." Rachel hated being called that, so Santana only reserved that for when she wanted to annoy Rachel. Santana smirked at the glare she received from Rachel.

"What are you guys doing here, Santana?" Rachel asked.

Mr. Schuester spoke up. "These guys have decided to join Glee Club. So let's welcome our new members, politely and with open minds." He said, directing that last part at Rachel.

Santana, still in 'brat' mode, decided to open her mouth. "Yea, Rach. Polite, open minds." She said, smirking at her sister.

"Santana." The teacher warningly reprimanded.

"Sorry, Mr. Schue."

"Okay guys let's get to work, we have a lot to do today." The teacher gestured for the new additions to sit down. Santana sat down at the back with Quinn, Brittany, Puck, and Finn.

"Mr. Schue? What songs were you telling us about?" Rachel asked.

"Thank you for reminding me Rachel. Okay, so as I was saying, we are going to do a set of songs I think you guys may be familiar with." Mr. Schue said.

"What songs?" Santana asked. She was surprised that she was actually interested in finding out. She thought she would have already been bored to tears.

Mr. Schue smiled at the cheerleader. "How many of you girls like Justin Bieber?" he managed to get squeals from all of the girls.

"Mr. Schue? We have to do Justin Bieber? Are you trying to get us to leave or something?" Puck asked, earning a hit from both Quinn and Santana.

"Don't worry, Puck. I do not think you will regret singing Bieber." Mr. Schuester said.

"Seriously dude. Bieber is like a chick magnet. I gave Santana his CD and…OW! Santana!" Finn was cut off by his girlfriend hitting him.

"Anyway, we are also going to do a couple of Jennifer Lopez songs and, for the guys, some Cee Lo Green, Usher, and Michael Jackson." The teacher continued. Every single student looked excited. Rachel looked up to the back row to see a smile on Santana's face.

"Okay, we need to choose what songs from each artist we are going to do. I think we are going to try to have a show in about two months."

"We definitely need to do Baby." Rachel said.

"Also, we should do Somebody to Love and Never Say Never. That song is really inspirational." Artie said.

"Okay, so we have Bieber taken care of. What about J-Lo?"

Mercedes spoke up. "What about Love Don't Cost A Thing? Or Jenny from the Block or Get Right?"

The teacher smiled. "Excellent, Mercedes. Who wants to sing Jennifer Lopez, by the way?"

Tentatively, Santana raised her hand. "I would, Mr. Schue."

The teacher looked surprised. "Fantastic, Santana. Anyone have a problem with that?"

Mercedes, who had known Santana for most of her life, grinned. "How about this? I will allow Ms. Head Cheerleader to sing J-Lo, if we can make some of Bieber singable for girls and I get a solo."

Mr. Schue smiled. "Deal, Mercedes. We will work on that. Santana, congratulations. You will be singing the lead on the three J-Lo songs at our first show."

Rachel looked up at Santana. Quickly she pulled out her phone and sent a text. Santana's vibrated shortly after and she read the message.

Since when do you sing outside of your house? – Rachel.

Since now. Why? Do you have an issue with that? – Santana.

No, not really. But you just joined today and you already have three solos? – R

You haven't exactly been in the club long, either. – S

I don't want to get in another fight, San. – R

Who's fighting, Rach? – S

OMG! Santana! – R

OMG! Rachel! – S

Do you even know what I'm saying OMG about? – R

Not really, no. I figured you'd tell me. – S

Never mind. It's not important Congrats on your solos. – R

Santana looked at that last message, then looked at Rachel. Rachel was visibly upset that Santana had never sung outside of her bedroom, yet managed to score three leading solos while Rachel got a few words in Baby and Never Say Never. She sighed.

"Mr. Schuester?"

"Yes, Santana?"

"I would like to give up my solos." Santana sighed.

"What? Why? I thought you were excited them."

"I was. I was really excited about them. But, uh, you should give them to Rachel or somebody else." Santana looked down. Hearing her name thrown into the conversation, Rachel looked up at Santana.

"Well, okay. Rachel, if you want them, the solos are yours."

"What? No. San, you cannot do that." Rachel stood up in front. "Mr. Schue, I do not want them. And neither does anyone else." Rachel shot everyone a glare that would have made Sue Sylvester scared. Santana did not know a glare like that could come out of her baby sister's eyes.

Mr. Schue, who had not seen the glare, smiled. "We could have a "diva-off." Rachel turned around, glare still in tact.

"There's no need Mr. Schue. Santana is singing the songs." Rachel turned around to sit down.

Mr. Schue, looking a bit scared, cleared his throat. "Okay…now that that is settled. Let's get to work."