"So, as we all know, in the previous weeks, we have had a multitude of new faces enter the New Directions, and a though accured to me," Rachel began, tapping her fingers together evilly as she assumed her position in the middle of the room, "There are

four new members in our Glee Club who have yet to be initiated."

Santana turned, annoyed, to Brittney, "What is Barbara Streisand on?"

You could practically see Rachel spit venom as she hissed, "Slushies."

Finn's head flew up at the mention of the biggest proponents of no slushie-ing, fist pumped, high-fived, and jeered at the idea. This is why Rachel had called an official 'Glee Veterans' meeting. She knew that these new sophomores and juniors were threats to her talent, and she wanted to give them a warning. Swaying in the background was fine, but trying out for solos, was not. And that was exactly what that obscene little Lindsay girl did last period. She went up against both Quinn and Rachel in Popular and neither one of them were too pleased, and as a result, she had earned all the newbies a bad name, "Really, guys?" he asked in an irritated tone, "These are the people we need. When we graduate, they have to be here to take our places. And yeah, I think that Lindsay girl is going to be the next Rachel and I think the Irish dude is going to be taking my features as soon as I'm gone, but we shouldn't be angry at them! They're just trying to find out where they fit in; just like we did when we joined this club. We can't push them away." then he looked away and with a tinge of an awkward tone he whispered, "And that Cameron kid doesn't look like he'd be able to take a slushie too well."

There was a strange pause for only a moment, but then all the others began to plot again; well, minus the two Asians in the back of the room, trying to stay as far away from the action as possible. Then of all people, Brittney decided to chime in at that moment, "This isn't nice." she said in an airy tone.

"That's kind of the point, Britt." Santana scoffed, glaring over in the blond girl's direction, "We're going to make them bleed and cry. That Samuel dude stole one of my solos, and you of all people know how few and far between those are. I want to see them run away to the chess club with their tales between their legs."

"Yeah, but Damian's my boyfriend, and I don't think Brittish boys like slushies anyway..."

Nobody spoke after that. Santana gave a face-palm, then stood up, "I'm leaving," she groaned, "I'm meeting a guy at the grill in twenty minutes."

"Who's the guy?" Mercedes asked off-handedly.

Santana shrugged, "I don't know. I found him on Craigslist."

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"Hello?" a groggy voice answered the phone, "What the hell do you want? It's 2 in the morning."

"Alex, I need your help," a worried voice whispered on the other line, "I did something bad."

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait until after school." he recognised the voice immediately. His lab partner from Washinton; Samuel Larsen.

"No, it can't. You heard in the news about the house explosion, yeah?"

"Of course I did." he was suddenly perking up at the sound of those words. At that moment however, his roommate Blaine woke up with a rustling of the sheets and whispered.

"Who is it?"

Alex covered the reciever with his hand, as to not let Samuel hear his response, "It's a friend from school."

"My sisters just got a summons letter from the state." Samuel whispered, and was greeted with nothing but silence, "They want to put my sisters in foster care." he whispered in shock. Alex nearly dropped the phone, "My parents are dead."

That threw him for a loop, "Look, Sam, I'm sorry, but I really am not sure why you're calling me about this."

"You have to get us to Canada." Samuel responded, "I have money and I'll pay you for gas, but you have to get us to the border by tomorrow morning. That's the only way that I'm going to be able to keep my sisters."

"Sam-"

"Please, Alex. Bree isn't going to remember what's going on, but McKenzi just got out of the hospital yesterday evening. She is thirteen years old! She needs me."

"I'll see what I can do." he whispered, "Where are you?"

"Motel off highway 160."

"I'm on my way." he whispered, and with that he hung of the phone and tumbled out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked in total disarray.

"I'm goin' to Canada." ALex responded casually.

A/N: Yes, so that's how I got rid of Samuel. I shipped him off to Canada. There will definitely be more Marissa in the future chapters however. There will be mentions of Samuel in Marissa's Pov but other than that, he is done. So what did you think? Leave a review. This was obviously a quicky. I wrote in an hour, so don't be too terribly judgemental.