Santana nearly bounced into class, glad to have the first week under her belt. Quinn was back and grumpy as usual, but there was something different about her now that made Santana a little uncomfortable. She'd have to try and get under the other girl's skin at some point, see if she could find out what was wrong, but for the moment she was more concerned with getting caught up with everyone else, and spending some time with Puck.

She slid into her seat, bobbing her head to the song playing in her headphones, and smiled at the girl in the seat beside her. She was a small brunette, but she looked like there was a lot of power in her all the same, and she wondered how she hadn't met the girl before. "Hola," she grinned, "I'm Santana. You're new, right?" the song in her ear caught her attention, and she drummed her fingers on the desktop. "Tonight I feel like an astronaut," she pulled one headphone out. "Sorry. Good song. So, what do you do? What's your power?"

Rachel was sitting at her desk looking over the textbook and trying to catch up to the current lesson when another girl sat beside her bobbing her head. "Yeah, I'm Rachel. It's nice to meet you..." she was a little wary considering everyone else who had greeted her had ulterior motives. She wasn't sure if she needed to keep her guard up around this new girl.

"I do a lot of things...my power, is complicated. What about you?" she asked quietly, looking over the other girl. It was hard for her to open up considering she'd been so easily attacked by most of the student body. Rachel wasn't sure what to expect from the girl beside her.

"Nice to meet you too, Rachel," Santana grinned. The other girl seemed a bit hesitant, but she wrote that off as part of being the new kid. Santana remembered what that was like, after all.

"Me?" she laughed. "Nothing fancy. Watch," she looked up at the front of the room, where the instructor was TK'ing a piece of chalk across the board to write notes. She squeezed two fingers together - a way to focus that Puck had shown her - and it fell to the ground. The teacher glared at her, but it was worth it. "I shut other people's powers off."

Arching an eyebrow, Rachel turned back to the girl beside her. "Well, that is a pretty interesting power. You're lucky. I'd say you'll be pretty safe from anyone trying to harm you with their gift," she nodded and turned back to her notes, copying down what was being written on the board. She was still catching up in the lessons. After all, being out of school most of her life hadn't provided her the most structured way of learning.

"It'd be more useful if I could control it better," she admitted. "Mostly I end up shutting down everyone around me, which is a bit annoying - for them, I mean. I usually don't notice."

Santana looked back and forth between Rachel and the board. "You know, you don't have to write it all," she whispered. "One of the kids up front has a perfect memory. If you want, I can get him to give you a copy of the notes later, so you can just listen to the teacher instead of writing everything."

"Oh!" she went on more loudly, oblivious to the glare of the teacher and a few from her fellow students. "You should come by my room later. My mom sends me amazing food, and there's way too much of it to eat myself. You can have anything you want." She knew she was probably being annoying and overly agressive with her offer of friendship - she'd been criticized for that before, after all - but she couldn't help it. She knew what it was like being new to the school, and she just wanted to help.

"You'll learn," Rachel stated simply with a shrug. She continued to write even after Santana had whispered her. "While that is a kind offer, I like to complete my own set of notes and do my own work. I don't expect someone else to do the work for me. I like accomplishing my own goals." The brunette continued glancing between her notebook and the board, taking down the information. Santana was awfully perky, but at least she was being kind and seemed friendly enough. It was a nice change from the other people she'd had the pleasure of meeting in the hallways.

When Santana invited her over, Rachel looked up from her notes. "I suppose I could stop by. I am a vegan, however. I'm not sure if your mother's cooking would fall under my dietary habits. It's nice that you get food from home sent to you here though," she said, turning back to her notebook. Her own thoughts strayed to the fathers she had left so long ago. A wave of sadness passed over her as she wondered how they were and what they could be doing, but she shook it off knowing that the decisions she'd made were for the best.

"I hope so," Santana nodded. "That's why I came here, after all." She nodded agreement with Rachel's thoughts about doing her own work. "That's cool," she smiled, "I just like to get the written stuff from him so I can listen."

"I'm sure I have something you could eat," she assured the brunette. "I feed everybody here at some point."

She noticed the lesson had started in earnest and blushed. "Sorry," she whispered.

Rachel shook her head and shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I guess we'd better pay attention though," she offered a smile before turning her attention back to the front and listening to the lesson the instructor was teaching.

Santana nodded, slipping one of her iPod's ear buds back in. She didn't mind history, but she could easily absorb the teacher's words and listen to music at the same time. She watched Rachel from the corner of her eye, noting how serious she was. She'd have to work on that.