Days had passed and the Regional's were coming ever closer, it would be the New Directions vs The Warbler's vs The Golden Goblets fighting for their chances of going to National's and winning the National Show Choir Championship in Chicago. The New Directions were sitting in the choir room waiting for Mr Schuester to walk through the door to talk about the Regional's.
Santana sat at the back of the class with Brittany sitting beside her, Sam sitting to the left of her and Rachel sitting in front of her. She sat looking down at her hands miserably, Sam glanced at her and noticed that she was sad, he reached his hand over to hers and laced his fingers through hers, she looked up at him and forced a small smile his way.
"Are you okay?" He asked her.
"Yeah," she lied forcing another small smile, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You look miserable," he told her, "I don't like seeing you miserable. What's wrong?"
"There's nothing wrong," she lied again, "I would never lie to you."
Rachel heard everything that she had told him and she turned around to face her, Santana glanced at her, narrowing her eyes at her she shook her head silently telling her to keep her mouth shut, because of all people, Rachel Berry knew how she was feeling. She knew that she was miserable because she had a fight with one of her closet friends for the past month or two. Rachel sighed and turned back around to face the front. Sam frowned at the both of them with confusion, he glanced back at Santana who wouldn't look at him, she kept her focus on the door waiting for Mr Schuester to arrive so that the whole conversation could be forgotten about because she didn't want to have the conversation, especially not with Sam, the guy that she was in a relationship now.
Mr Schuester walked through the door wearing his usual style, a grey waist coat, shirt and matching trousers to the waist coat. He carried his brown satchel over his shoulder as he walked towards the piano in the centre of the room, he took his satchel off his shoulder and placed it down on top of the piano. The New Directions were talking amongst themselves to realise that Mr Schuester had walked through the door. He reached into his satchel retrieving a black board marker, he walked over to the white board and wrote on it 'Regional's'. He turned around and clapped his hands together to grab the attention of all of the New Directions.
"Okay," he called, "Regional's are weeks away and we need to decide on a song set."
"We should have a genre," Artie spoke, "I don't know what kind of genre we should use but I think that we should do something to do with what we've all experienced so that we can feel it."
"Excellent idea, Artie," Mr Schuester responded, he clicked his fingers and pointed at him, "Artie is right, we should do something that we can all relate to, then the audience will really feel it."
"How about Britney Spears," Brittany chimed innocently, "I know that I can relate to her with our names being very similar."
"Brittany," Mercedes called, "We've already know that your name is very similar to hers, we've heard it all before, but I can't relate to Britney, well, other than her being a diva, just like me."
"What about sex?" Puck blurted out, "I'm pretty sure most of us have all experienced sex."
"Listen, Puckeroo," Santana shot, "Just because you've had sex with nearly everybody in this entire school, and I'm surprised that your penis hasn't dropped off now with the amount of STD's that you have, but not all of us have had sex."
"Don't act like you're the Virgin Mary," Quinn responded harshly, "Because you're the biggest slut in the room."
"Coming from a girl who had a baby when she was a Sophomore," Santana snarled, "And coming from a girl who cheats on every guy that she's been with, like my boyfriend, Sam, who by the way, I still haven't gotten my revenge on you for hurting my Trouty Mouth."
"Enough!" Mr Schuester yelled, "We're supposed to be like a family and all you do is scream and fight with one another. This needs to stop if we want to win Regional's and go on to win National's in Chicago."
"Mr Schue's right," Tina agreed, "We are a family and we shouldn't be fighting. We should all get along with one another."
"I have an idea," Rachel said quietly as she raised her hand in the air.
"Yes, Rachel," Mr Schuester responded, "Tell us your idea."
"Oh, this should be fun," Quinn said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Barbie," Santana snarled, "She might actually have a good idea. In fact," she turned and faced her giving her a smile, "I think that she has a good idea."
"Thank you, Santana," Rachel smiled, "Okay, so since we're all young, I thought that we could do songs about being young and having fun."
"That's an excellent idea, Rachel," Mr Schuester chimed, "An excellent idea."
"You see," Santana smiled, "I told you that she would have a good idea. She never lets us down when we need her."
"Since when have you and Rachel been close?" Quinn asked harshly.
"Well," Santana sneered at her, "If you had taken your head out of your ass for a change or if you actually came up for air after making out with Finn all of the time, you would've realised that Rachel and I have gotten really close lately because she's been the one person who has been there when I've needed somebody. But why should I explain that to you because you'll just make it all about you anyways, because everything seems to be all about Perfect Quinn Fabray."
"That's enough!" Mr Schuester yelled, "I've had enough of all of you fighting all of the time. Not another word for either one of you."
"She started it," Quinn replied immaturely.
"Well, I'm finishing it," Mr Schuester responded angrily.
"I think it's a great idea, Rachel," Mike said changing the subject, "We all do know how to fun."
"Does anybody have any suggestions on what songs we could use?" Mr Schuester asked, "Because as Rachel said, you are all young and you like to have fun so I'm gonna let you decide on the song choices."
"What about We R Who We R?" Brittany suggested, "That's about having fun and being young."
"Oh my god, Brittany, I love it," Kurt exclaimed, "That's one of the best things that you've actually come up with."
"Thanks," Brittany smiled.
"Okay," Mr Schuester responded, "Raise your hand if you agree with Brittany?"
All of the New Directions raised their hands in the air with agreement to Brittany's suggestion, Brittany looked around at the rest of the class and innocently smiled at them.
"Well, that's settled then," Mr Schuester said clapping his hands together, "We've got our first song for the set."
"I have a suggestion," Blaine said as he raised his hand in the air.
"Okay," Mr Schuester replied, "Tell us your idea."
"What about Happy by Pharrell Williams?" Blaine suggested, "I know it's a song that we can all relate to because when you're having fun you're being happy."
"Oh my god, I love that song," Tina exclaimed, "That is one of my favourite songs at the moment."
"We'll do the same again," Mr Schuester responded, "Raise your hands in the air if you want to do the song?"
Again every single member of the New Directions raised their hands in the air, this including Puck who would rather do a rock song to go with this badass personality. Blaine glanced around the room to notice them all with their hands up in the air. He'd suggested a good song and he was happy with himself.
"Okay," Mr Schuester smiled as he clapped his hands together once again, "That's settled, we've decided on that, it's a white wash. So, we just need another song to finish it off, has anybody got any ideas."
"What about Good Time by Owl City and Carly Rae Jepson?" Santana muttered, "That's about having a good time hence the name of the song."
"I actually hate to admit this," Quinn spoke, "But I actually agree with Santana that, even though I hate her."
"The feelings are mutual," Santana scowled.
"Before another argument explodes," Mr Schuester explained, "I'm gonna ask you again if you all think that it's a good choice. Raise your hand if you think that it's a good choice."
Every single one of the New Directions raised their hands in the air not including Puck who was being the ass that he was, he didn't want to agree with anything that Santana had suggested because of how she humiliated him in front of the entire school. Santana looked around the room and noticed them all except Puck had their hands in the air, she smiled and sat back in the chair smugly.
"Well, there you go," Mr Schuester chimed, "Looks like we've got our set list for the Regional's. Well done, guys, well done." He clapped his hands together applauding them which they returned the gesture, some of them whooping and cheering.
It was later that day, Santana, Sam, Rachel, Blaine and Kurt sat in the Lima Bean drinking their usual cups of coffee. Sam and Santana both sat on a sofa where Kurt and Blaine both sat on the opposite sofa to them with a coffee table sitting between them whereas Rachel sat on a chair in between them all. Sam had his arm draped over her shoulder and she sat close to him as she leaned on him. They were all in deep conversation about the Regional's when Sebastian walked through the door on his own. Santana glanced to the side and noticed him walking through the door, hearing the voice of Blaine, Sebastian's eyes shot over to where they were sitting. Santana eyes looked away quickly down to her coffee cup and the smile she had on her face was removed by one look from Sebastian. Noticing the look on her face, Rachel glanced over her shoulder to notice Sebastian standing in the centre of the Lima Bean, when he noticed Rachel looking at her, his eyes quickly turned away and he walked towards the end of the queue to the counter, turning back around she looked at Santana and raised her eyebrow at her.
"Santana," Rachel asked, "I need to go the bathroom, would you come with me?"
"No," Santana replied quickly.
"Santana," Rachel said firmly as she stood up, "Bathroom."
With a sigh she stood up and walked towards the bathroom with Rachel. Sebastian looked up and his eyes followed her as she walked passed him, but not once did her eyes lock with his. With a sad sigh he took his eyes off her as she walked through the doors of the girls bathroom, he gaze was now facing the floor with disappointment.
Santana walked through the door of the bathroom as Rachel followed her, Rachel turned around and closed the door behind them. She turned around and placed her hand on her hip.
"Talk," Rachel demanded.
"Let me get this straight," Santana responded, "You're telling me what to do?"
"Yeah," Rachel replied confidently, "I am. So, come on, talk to me because you haven't uttered a word to me about him since I advised you to go and listen to him."
"That's because I don't want to talk about it," she admitted, "Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
"Because I'm your friend," Rachel told her, "You're supposed to tell me stuff, and I'm the only person that knows about the two of you, so I think coming to me and talking to me would be a good idea."
"Fine," she sighed, "I can't believe that I'm gonna talk to you about this."
"Well," Rachel shrugged, "I am your friend and like I said, I'm the only person who knows about the two of you. So, come on, spill."
"So, I spoke to the guy," she replied, "And by spoke to the guy I basically told him to tell me what he thinks he done wrong and then I basically told him that I didn't want to have anything to do with him."
"What?" Rachel exclaimed, "Why not?"
"Wait a minute," she asked her with confusion, "I thought that you wanted me to be with Sam?"
"And I do," Rachel replied, "I do, but that doesn't mean that you should stop being friends with the guy. That guy looks like he misses you."
"I don't care," she shrugged angrily, "I don't give a damn. The guy hurt me and I'm sick and tired of being hurt. He promised me that he wouldn't hurt me because when we became friends I thought that a friend wasn't supposed to hurt me like he did."
"I don't think you see it, Santana," Rachel told her softly, "The guy has a thing for you."
"He told me that he didn't," she informed her, "He told me that he was scared to lose me because I gave him incredible sex and he wouldn't experience it again."
"Oh my god," Rachel laughed, "I can't believe you fell for that."
"Fell for what?" She asked her with furrowed eyebrows with confusion.
"The guy only said that to you because he has a thing for you," Rachel told her, "The guy likes you and he's afraid of losing you because he doesn't want you to lose you to anybody because he cares about you."
"It's not that," she smiled with bemusement, "You're wrong about that, I would know if somebody had a crush on me because I have the Mexican third eye."
"I can't believe that you're denying it," Rachel told her, "I don't even know the guy but I know that he has a thing for you."
"You're wrong," she told her, "He just misses the sex that I give him and he's never gonna get it again because it's over, I'm with Sam now and he ruined everything by saying those horrible things to me."
"Can't he do anything to apologise to you?" Rachel asked her.
"No," she told her whilst shaking her head, "There's nothing. He's ruined everything." Rachel sighed and looked down to the side, disappointed in her friend. "Now, if you're finished," she continued, "I wanna get back to my boyfriend."
Santana walked passed Rachel and headed out of the bathroom, she walked over to the sofa where they were sitting earlier not once looking in the direction of Sebastian, she sat down next to Sam who draped his arm over her shoulder smiling down at her and she returned the smile back to him. Sebastian stepped away from the counter holding his usual cup of coffee in a takeaway cup in his hand, he glanced over to them and noticed her with Sam, his eyes softened and his heart started to ache. Rachel walked out of the bathroom and noticed him staring at them, she strolled over to him and tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around on his heels and looked down at her.
"You and me," Rachel said pointing at the both of them, "We need to talk."