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This is just a small chapter, a bit of background on Santana and her 'official' entry into the school's staff.
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EDIT: Again, minor fixes and stuff. (:

"You need to leave." I say, as I hold open the door to my apartment.

"Why?" She asks.

"Well because Mandy...We broke up. You put me through hell last year and now you've come back and you expect me to just forgive you? I really don't think so."

"San. Sannie babe, we can make this work again. I still love you." She's pleading and there are tears welling in her eyes.

"No, Mandy I can't do this...I shouldn't have to do this."

"What, so that's it? We're over?"

"We've been over since the start of the year, when you left me. Get out."

Mandy left then, with tears coming out of her eyes. I wasn't going back to her after she left me without even telling me why. One day she just walked out and said goodbye, that day I swore I'd never go back to her.

I think I should call Mami, and let her know about the job...I just don't know if I want to or not. Mami and I had a fight a few years back, when I dropped out of College...She wasn't very supportive of me moving to New York. She was pleased to hear the New York didn't work out for me I think.
I only lived in New York for just over a month, I failed to get into NYADA and gave up. I wish I hadn't...My Mami always had plans of me following the Cheerleading thing for the rest of my life, that was just a phase...A high school thing that I was happy to see the back off.
The only reason I didn't get into NYADA was because I didn't have much experience. The lady that had been in control of enrolments and auditions said that Cheerleading simply wasn't enough experience to make it in the Show Biz world; and she was right, I killed my song but just didn't have what it takes.

I pick up the phone and dial Mami's number.

"Hello?" She says down the line.

"Mami, its Santana." I say.

"Santana? ¿Qué tiene de malo?"

"Nothing Mami. I just rang to tell you something..."

"What? Tell me you're not pregnant." She sighed. "Or a stripper. If that's what it is, I don't want to hear it."

"No Mami, I'm not either." I take a deep breath. "I finished my teaching degree and got a job at McKinley."

"You finished college?"

"Yes Mami, aren't you happy for me?"

"Sí, pero ¿cómo?"

"Hard work Mami." I say, I knew she didn't think I could do it. That's why I didn't tell her that I'd gone back to college at all. I kept it to myself. That was my little secret.

"Your father will be pleased. Thank you for calling Sannie. Good luck with your job. Can we see you soon...it's been so long."

"Yes Mami, I'll come and see Papi and you soon. Te quiero tanto. Adiós."

"Adiós Santana." She says, ending the call.

I jump into bed, hoping that everything will go well tomorrow. I don't want to be that awkward new teacher.

"Good morning Ms. Lopez, I'd like to officially welcome you to the McKinley teaching team. I checked your background info over the weekend and I am delighted to have you here at William McKinley High School."

"Thank you Figgins. I look forward to working with you."

"Now Santana, I have here a contract that outlines what is required of you. The contract last for twelve months, in the future we can discuss making it longer, but for now twelve months is all I can offer you. Is that okay?"

"Yes, that's perfect."

"You will be on an average salary of $56,715 a year. Do you have any problems with that?"

"No, I think that's pretty fair." I say.

"I'll have our business manager sort out a pay check for you. Do you want fortnightly or monthly instalments?"

"Um, fortnightly please."

"I'll get Tim onto that straight away. Are there any questions you have that I can answer for you?"

My mind flips back to Friday in the nurses' office. "Why don't you have a nurse here anymore? Isn't that illegal to not have a trained person to care for the children's injuries?"

"Ah Ms Lopez. You are so switched on. I'm getting a new nurse. I promise." He reassures me.

"Okay, well I guess that's all then."

"Miss Gane will have a timetable and other essentials out in the foyer for you. Good luck Ms. Lopez." He said, as I got up out of the chair and entered the foyer.

"Ms. Lopez?" The lady questioned.

"Yes, that's me." I answered.

"I have a timetable, a set of labelled keys and a planning diary for you." She handed me a pile of stuff. "There are also little things like pens and makers for your use. There's a map, but I doubt you'll need that. You're in room 225."

"Oh, the old Spanish room?"

"That's the one. Spanish got moved to across from the choir room. Will Schuester took over Glee Club last week and made the change."

"Oh cool. Well, thanks. I'll see you round." I say as I enter the crowded but familiar halls of McKinley High.