I sit on the bleachers, my notebook in my lap, watching Santana on the field along with the other cheerleaders practicing their routine. The wind sweeps down from across the field as it blows Santana's hair across her ruby cheeks. The wind then comes up to me and blows my short blonde hair back. My hair plays with the wind as I see Coach Sylvester come onto the field yelling at everyone for every single mistake they made. She screams at everyone to go home, I waited until everyone left before I walk off the bleachers and down to the field. I see Santana and Coach Sue talking to each other and notice that Santana is tense and upset. Coach Sue walks away from her and Santana stomps away, jumps when she sees me standing there; a notebook in my hand and a purse hanging from my left shoulder, my heart pounds as she walks to me.
"Why are you here?" She snaps, pushing by me, going to her bag and taking out a water bottle.
"I wanted to talk to you," I say, trying my best to keep my voice from shaking.
"About what?" Santana yells out, gulping from her water bottle.
"I want to discuss with you about our performance for glee," I answer.
"Really, wow," She says, "For a minute there I thought you were here to tell me that my girlfriend is a spawn of the devil and how I am going to hell and burn for all enternity." Santana throws her water bottle back into her bag, grabs it, throwing it across her back. She starts to walk off.
"Santana," I yell out, following her, "Listen I have some really good ideas about our performance and what to do, and I would really appreciate it if you would stop and listen to what I have to say." Santana keeps walking, doesn't even bother to look back. "Fine," I mumble, "Just go back to your little fairy tale land with Brittany, and pretend you live in a world where you have rights." She stops in her tracks and turns around, she runs towards me. Her ponytail swinging from side to side. Her eyes piercing into my mind, her hands into molded into fists. She shoves me and I stumble back almost falling to the ground.
"All you have to do is listen to my ideas, alright," I speak, she hurls her bag to the ground.
"You have five minutes," Santana says, inching herself away from me. I smile while she growls.
"Okay," I say opening my notebook feeling giddy and happy, "I think that we should make this a love song type of performance, there's a girl who wishes to date somebody but is afraid of her feelings and isn't sure if that person is worth exposing those feelings for, that's where Aaliyah's song come into play. However, the person that this girl likes is dating someone else and wishes to be with that person. That's where Janet's song come into play. So I was thinking that maybe two of us can play one couple and then another two can play a backing couple and then one person can play the girl that wishes to be with someone."
Santana just shakes her head, "Is that all you want to tell me. Some sad little love story about a girl who is too spine-less to do anything about her life."
"I thought it was a nice idea," I tell Santana.
"Well I don't, and I doubt anyone else in the group would like it either. Listen Fabray, just leave the ideas and everything to me and everyone else because every single thought that comes from your mind is some holy Christian-hail mary-twilight fantasy crap."
I feel my heart racing with each word that comes out of her mouth. My face starts to flush, my head throbbing. "Well, I guess we will just ask the others and see what they have to say about it. I texted them about an hour ago and they should all be waiting for us behind the bleachers."
"Whatever," Santana says, "This meeting better be short because I have very important plans tonight."
"With Brittany," I mutter under my breathe. Santana rolls her eyes as she snatches her bag and runs off behind the bleachers. I follow behind her, squishing my feet into the grass with each and every step that I took. It took me forever for me before I saw the others. They are all standing there with bored looks on their faces. Lauren and Tina holding bags and Blaine dressed as a coach, with a large binder in his hand. Santana looks at me, his eyes staring past me but still looking at me.
"Well, everyone. Thanks for all your hard work but it turns out that Quinn has done everything and that all your efforts was wasted so Quinn will you please tell everyone what you have planned for our performance." Santana finishes speaking as she turns and looks at me. Everyone stares at me, I could tell from their faces that they were hurt.
"It's just that I thought of a great idea that we could do. See, I thought that two of us can pretend to be a couple while one of us sing to one of the people in that couple and the other two can sing with along with everyone, like pips. I think that it's a cute idea."
"Well, I think it's lame," Lauren says.
"And it's a little unorginal," says TIna.
"Yes, and it seems like only one of us will actually be the star. We need this to be a group project," Blaine says.
"Well, it's settled," Says Santana, with a huge smile on her face, "We won't be going with your idea."
Santana turns and glares at everyone. "Alright, Blaine, what do you have?" She asks him. Blaine perks up and starts talking fast.
"Well, I think we should alternate between singers. The main singer will be doing the main moves while the others do moderate basic moves. We will keep switching. The moves with be borrowed from Janet's and Aaliyah's music videos for the songs." Blaine ends smiling.
Without being ask, Tina and Lauren show us the outfits they had made. It was a brown suite with the sleeves cut open underneath the arm and the shirt being open enough to show cleavage. There are gold buttons on the front of the suit and down the side of the legs. Each outifit was designed to fit our styles. Blaine's outfit was more masculine than everyones, not having the sleeves cut. Lauren's shoulders were cut out of the suit while Tina's had shorts. Santana's had low-rise pants and her shirt was shorter which would reveal her stomach. Mine had a cut-out design on the sides of the shirt.
"Well, we only have two days left so we better start practicing. Blaine get up here and show us the routine." Blaine moves up front and throws his binder down. He starts to show us the routine and everyone acts anxious to learn it. I stare at the others not moving. I start to learn the routine, while catching glances at Santana.