The school day flew by, the cheerios were even shallower than usual today at lunch. Probably because tryouts are tonight so everyone is trying to impress Quinn, so she'll give Coach good reviews. But now it's 3 hours later and the girls are still trying to get on Quinn's goodside. And let me just tell you, this locker room is not big enough for all these girls plus their enormous egos. Santana and I seem to be the only two people in the entire room not kissing Quinn's ass. Probably because all Santana has talked about for the past week is how all she wants is to be a cheerio so that she can be popular. And apparently, she doesn't need to suck up to Quinn, it's coach Sue who makes the final decision.

The locker room door flies open and Coach Sylvester enters, bullhorn in hand.

"Q, Tweedle Dumb, hallway, NOW." She screamed the last part through the bullhorn.

I know she's talking about Quinn and I because even as Quinn is her head cheerio she refuses to even remember her full name. And as for tweedle dumb, I'm not exactly sure why she started calling me that, but I know she's talking about me.

The locker room goes silent as Quinn and I exit. I hear a faint "good luck" as I leave, and I assume it's Santana trying to ease the mood.

"Listen, though I take pride in having a winning group of girls on my team, as you both know. There is a lot of time wasted due to the fact that most of these girls have no talent at all. I mean, did you see the girl with 6 hula hoops? What in heavens does she plan to do with those?" She rambles and Quinn and I look to each other, still completely unaware of why she called us out here.

"Point is, the two of you are going to judge with me, because you've been around these idiots since the first day of school, so maybe you'll see something I won't see." She continued.

"I totally agree with that Coach Sylvester." Quinn said matter of factly, while putting her hands on her hips. "But does this mean that Brittany and I are co captains now?"

I whipped my head toward Quinn wondering what she is doing, no I don't wanna be a captain. I'm not even a good leader. Plus I could not handle all the questions during practice. I have a hard enough time just focussing on myself.

"Sure, Q, if blue eyes wants to be a captain than the spot is hers." I managed to glare at Quinn while the three of us turn around to enter the gymnasium to start tryouts.

The first 30 girls were actually pretty good, I thought. But Coach and Quinn would beg to differ. They interrupted most the girls mid tryout to say something along the lines of "sloppy idiots", "sloppy babies", "thats a pathetic", and "really? this is horrible".

"Okay, that's enough for right now. We'll pick up tryouts in about 20 minutes. I need to take a break from inhaling the same air as the horrendous so-called 'performers.'" Coach Sylvester stated as she exited the gym.

"So how about we don't cut anyone who was on the squad last year, and we add these three other girls, who I think would be amazing. Sound good?" Quinn asked, though really she was just telling me what we are going to do.

"Sounds good. But who?" I replied. It could possibly be fun to have Santana on the squad. Though I haven't really had a conversation with her since she gave me her explanation for why she talks to Puck. Honestly, I still just don't get the point. If I was to spend so much time with someone, and let them kiss me in the hallway, and walk into school holding hands and stuff, I'd want it to be 100% real. Why would you want to play the games. But Quinn's probably not even considering Santana because she didn't kiss up to her like the other girls did.

Coach Sylvester reenters the gym and Quinn and I go silent. "Coach, due to the fact that we don't sense much talent coming from these next bunch of girls either. We were thinking that maybe we can just keep the girls from last year except we can just add a few others to replace the seniors who graduated last year. If thats okay with you?" Quinn asked barely confident.

"You know what Q, that might just be the best thing you have ever suggested." She stood up from the table, while pulling the megaphone up to her mouth. "All girls trying out for cheerios enter the gymnasium."

Almost 50 more girls came piling into the gym. Coach Sylvester looked to Quinn as if to say, "take it away girls" and then sat down.

Quinn stood up and began to speak, "After careful consideration, we are sorry to those of you who did not get to try out, but we're already sure of who made the team." She then looked to me. Really Q? you're gonna make me say the mean part and it wasn't even my idea? Real cool.

"So again we're so sorry to everyone who came out but didn't make it, if it we're up to me, everyone would make the cut. But it's not up to me." I began, but was cut off by Quinn.

"Point is, we're gonna keep all the girls who made it last year, but congratulations to the following Freshman, Peyton Sawyer and Brooke Davis! Welcome to the family!" Everyone did an awkward golf clap, until Quinn started speaking again, "and Congrats to Sophomore, Santana Lopez!" Quinn looked to me and smiled.

"Yay! Congrats to you three, everyone else can leave now." Coach Sylvester spat.

"We really are sorry to everyone who didn't make it, we encourage you to come back next year, and keep practicing everyone." I tried to encourage the rest of the girls, but no luck. They all just sulked out of the room.

I turned back around to Coach just in time for their conversation to end. We said our goodbyes and headed to the parking lot. My parent's are at my sisters band recital, so they can't pick me up so I guess, I'm walking home. Which isn't that bad of a walk, it's only like 15 minutes on foot.

"Hey Britt!" I heard someone call out from behind me as I crossed the street. "Hey Britt, wait up!" Santana yelled as she jogged over to me. "Are you walking home? It's dark out and it's so unsafe to walk alone."

"Well, my parents are busy and it's not that far, so I'm sure I'll be fine." I responded.

"Brittany really, Puck's driving me home in like 10 minutes once football practice ends, I'm sure we can take you too." She asked.

"Ew, no way. Thanks Santana but I really don't wanna sit in the back of Pucks disgusting, puke stained, SUV, while watching you two make out." Why would I want to ride with them.

"Really? First things first, I just wanted to help you out. Second, we wouldn't make out while he's driving, that's just ridiculous. And third, how do you know his car has a puke stain in it?" She asked me.

"Well, if you must know, one time last year a bunch of us went for a joyride out to this cool lookout spot and Quinn puked all over the car because Puck and Mike dared Finn to lick a frog and then kiss Quinn. Which he did. And FYI, I don't care if you and Puck make out, I just don't ever want to see it" I explained to her.

"Whatever that's, just stupid. and Seriously? What did you not understand about there's nothing real between me and him. it's just physical." Santana continued.

"I don't get it. I don't get why you would want to have a relationship with someone that's just physical. That's why I don't believe you. You could do so much..." My spiel was interrupted with her lips crashing into mine. I felt her hands rest on my hips and still neither of us pulled away. After of few moments of entrancement we both moved away for air. Her lips were so soft, and it felt like we just fit together so well. What. the. hell. just. happened. I must've been standing there cluelessly for a while because before I could even ask Santana why she did that, Puck pulled up and she was already walking across the street to get into the passenger side door of Pucks truck. Santana and I made short eye contact before she looked away and Puck sped away and into the night.