A/N- Thanks for reading and thank you to those who took the time ro review i REALLY appreciate it (: enjoyyy! Oh, and about Quinn still being on the cheerios, im not sure if shes gonna be in season 3 but i just put it to where she is still in the cheerios in this story since britt and santana went back. soo yeaaah..aha enjoyy.(;

"Ms. Holliday!" Britt and I yelled at the same time, running over to great her. She smiled at us, and walked over the Brad by the piano. Ever since the three of us sang 'Landslide' we've had a special connection to her. Other than Brittany, she was the first one to know about me.

"What are you doing here? Does the sex-ed teacher have mono again?" I asked her. Not that I wasn't glad to see her, it was just that she usually only filled in when another teacher was gone.

"No, not the sex-ed teacher. Close guess though, Santana. It's Mr. Schue. "

"You're fucking with me! There's no way Mr. Schue has mono!" I yelled, glancing over at Brittany who was staring intently at an uncomfortable looking Brad. In the back of my mind I wondered if she'd ever noticed him before.

"And I bet you'll never guess who gave it to him."

I looked at her, waiting for her to tell me who it was.

"Emma Pillsbury."

"No fucking way! They're back together?"

"I guess so." She sighed and I wondered if she still had some kind of feelings for him.

"Wow..." I wasn't sure what to say. I paced around the choir room for a while, thinking of something to say. It was weird standing in here, with Brittany staring down Brad, and Ms. Holliday lost in thought about who knows what.

"wait, if you're subbing for Mr. Schue, shouldn't you be in his class right now? You know, subbing?" I pointed out to her.

"I dont know Santana. If your at school, shouldnt you be in class, you know, learning?" I laughed as i realized how ironic it was for the three of us to be inside of the choir room right now. I grabbed Britts hand as i pulled her down the hallway with ms. holliday trailing behind us. I could feel her eyes on our hands.

"No, not yet." i said out loud, knowing what she was about to ask us. I heard her sigh, but she didn't say anything and I knew she wouldn't tell anybody. She turned into her classroom, yelling,

"Hola, clase!" loudly.

Britt and I walked into our class quietly, hoping the teacher wouldnt say anything about us being late on the first day. Like usual, he made eye contact and then looked away awkardly without saying a word. He introduced himself as Mr. Pike, our science-liking-bird-studying-classical-music-loving-history -teacher. Not that I was really paying attention. Just as he opened his mouth to say something probably boring and useless to us, Sue burst through the door, dragging...no way. Dragging Quinn Fabray by her short pink hair into our classroom.

"B, Lopez, My office! NOW!" She yelled. Britt looked nervous, but the look of fear on Quinn's face almost had me laughing. We followed her down the hallway in silence, as i wondered if i'd actually have a chance to even go to class today. I laughed to myself as I saw Puck standing outside of a classroom, next to a small boy who was crying. the teacher was whispering to puck, in a angry tone. Puck ignored the teacher and gave me a thumbs up as he saw me walk past him next to brittany. I smirked at him, winning and irritated and jealous glance from Quinn who noticed that he didnt even acknowledge that she was there. That just improved me day so much. Hey, if you know me at all you know how much joy i get from other peoples misery.

"What is this?" Sue screeched, with a fist-full of Quinn's hair.

"Hair." Brittany said casually, missing the sarcasm in sue's voice.

"Be more specific." She looked at me.

"Quinn's hair." I tried, recieving a scowl from her.

She stood up, releasing Quinn's hair. A look of relief spread across Quinn's face as she rubbed the spot Sue was pulling. Only now did I realize that she didn't have a look of fear, it was a look of pain. Sue was pulling her hair pretty hard.

"Do you want Tweedle mcfake boobs to run the school again?" Sue spat at Quinn. She seemed prepared for this as she pulled a book out of her cheerbag that said, 'William McKinnely High School: Sports and Athletics Rules" Sue didn't look the slightest bit fazed that her head cheerleader carried rulebooks around with her everywhere. I realized why when i noticed her collections of rulebooks in the shelf behind her. Ranging from Show Choir Competition Rules, and High School Football Games Rule Book, to Cheerleadering Rules (and loopholes) which made everything make much more sense, and about a dozen other rule books to random sports and events and the brainiacs.

"Right here, -" Sue cut her off saying,

"Page 654, section 6 line 9. Read it, Q."
Quinn sighed as she started,

"In any extracurricular activity, the coach or teacher has the right to suspend members from the team for whatever reason they feel needs to be punishable."

"There, see that Q? I think dying your beautiful blonde hair this color is punishable by one year of suspension from this cheerio's team! Your leaving sandbags here to be hear cheerio, do you want that again?" I rolled my eyes as she made it sound like me being head cheerio was such a bad thing.

"But coach, look at this." She flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for.

"Students may not be dispanded from any sports or other activity based on their skin color, hair color, religion, sex, sexuality, or ethnic background etc. You can't kick me off the team for my hair color, I checked. And I talked with Figgins this morning just to be sure."

"Fine, Q. But don't think I couldn't have kicked you off the squad if I wanted to. I just didn't want to have Boobs McGee as head cheerio."

"Okay, what the hell! I thought we got over this boob job thing last year! What was so bad about me being the HBIC for once? God knows Quinn doesn't have what it takes anymore. You let her be on top after she gets herself knocked up, quits the team, then comes back and fucking dyes her hair pink? But all i did was get a fucking boob job and thats not enough for you?" I finally cut in.

"Language Santana!" But she didn't answer my questions so I assumed she didn't have an answer, she just liked Quinn better than me.

"So, why am I here, if all you did was yell at Q and trash talk how bad of a head cheerio i was? Why are me and Britts here?" I changed the subject.

"Good question. I thought you would end up head cheerio so i needed you here for that and B just follows you wherever you go so i thought it would be best to have her here too. Now ladies, I'm going to have to ask you to smell your armpits for this. This was not my idea of a good first day at school."

We all made a disguisted face as we lifted up our arms to smell our armpits, like Sue told us to do.

"Girls, practice today, right after school. We're getting back into shape today. 300 situps, pushups, and i want laps till at least half the squad has puked!"

"What! coach!" Quinn whined.

"C'mon coach! what the hell is up with you today! you seem like even more of a bitch than usual!" I told her.

"Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be lord tubbington..." Brittany said to no one in particular.

Sue looked at her as I tried not to laugh.

"Yeah, okay...well I'll see you guys at practice. S, I want you to look for some new recruits, remember NO fatties. Now get you unripen chest fuit out of my office!"

We all stood up and walked out of her office, more than confused.

"Hey, Q. Did you know Ms. Pillsbury gave Mr. Schue mono?" Brittany started telling Quinn. The look on her face was priceless. We all laughed walking down the hallway, but i could still tell Quinn was mad that Puck said hi to me instead of her.

"Do you guys really feel like going to first period?" Quinn asked us.

I stared at her shocked. Quinn was usually the kind of girl that barely ever ditched class, got straight a's, president of the celibisy club, well you get the idea. But i shrugged as the three of us headed into the girls bathroom. I realized we all three had spanish together, like we had since freshman year. Almost all of us glee kids had spanish together, which is ironic how that works, especially since Mr. Schue was the teacher in that class. He probably had something to do with us all getting spanish the same period. Once the bell rang, we heard kids shuffle out into the hallway.

Quinn walked out of the bathroom without saying a word.

"San, what did you do at Puck's house?" She asked seriously, out of no where.

"I promise we didn't do anything B. He hugged me alot, but that was because I really needed it. Alot of people don't realize it, but we're really good friends. I stayed the night for two days, and, okay, yeah we slept together, but not like that, just...in the same bed. All we did was sleep though. I promise you nothing happened." I told her quietly. It didn't seem like anyone was near us, but why did I have the feeling that someone was watching me?

"Ready to go to spanish?" I asked Britt. She nodded and smiled as we headed towards Mr. Schue's room, excited to see Ms. Holliday.

"Hola Clase!" She greeted us once we all sat down.

I heard Mercedes whisper somthing that sounded alot like "It's the salad lady!" to Kurt. We all smiled and said hello to her. We were supposed to tell her about our summer vacation, in spanish, but I was the only one who could do it correctly. Considering spanish was my first language.

"Hey." Kurt said, walking up to me and britt. I only then noticed that he was with Blaine.

"What are you doing here, Warbler? Come to spy?" I asked him.

"I go here now. So now its Mr. New Directions to you." He laughed.

"Hell to the no!" I heard Mercedes yell as Artie whispered something to her. I gave Arite the "I hate you and wish you were dead" look as best I could from this distance. He was the only one that stayed away from me and Britt.

"So, Porcelain," I started, using the nickname Sue use's for him, "you going to be a cheerio this year?"

He shook his head no, saying,

"I think I'm just going to be in Glee this year..." After class we all filed out of the room, but I stayed behind to ask Ms. Holliday a question.

"Ms. Holliday?" I asked, already regretting it. She turned around facing me.

"Um, do you think once Mr. Schue gets back, you could sing a song with me? You know, to Brittany. I don't think I can do this by myself."

"Of course. What song?"

"I don't know yet. But I'll find one." She smiled at me as I walked out of the classroom. The second I walked out the door, I was slammed into a locker. I was just about to go all Lima Heights on whoever it was, when pain shot through my body. The locker door was open and the corner slammed straight into my bruised side. I felt sick, as i opened my eyes, staring into the angry green eyes of Quinn Fabray.

A/N- Let me know what you think! This chapter was kind of boring i know, but the next one will be good i promise! PLEASE REVIEW! any ideas are welcome! I cant make it better if you dont review so pleaaase let me know what you think! Thanks (: