An update, because tonight is the last new episode of Glee. All this time, since the last season begun, I've said "We don't talk about the end until it's here. Then we cry." I don't think I'm prepared for the flashbacks, but I hope you are. On to the story...

Momma decided to use my car this morning. Of course I was only aware of this when I couldn't find my car keys. I grumbled to myself and sat down in one of the tall chairs of the kitchen, crossing one leg over the other. It's become a habit because of these Cheerios uniforms.

"Judy left," Santana told me as she poured some Frosted Flakes into Rhys's bowl. "She said she had some errands to run."

"Of course," I mumbled.

"You can ride with us," Leonardo said through a mouth full of cereal. "Right, San?"

"I, uh, don't know if that's a good idea -"

"How am I supposed to get to school?" I asked her.

"I thought you wouldn't want to be seen with me," she said, low enough for Rhys and Leo not to hear. "No one knows."

"I can walk a little of the way," I said. After a few seconds, she nodded.

"We'll leave in five."

I don't think I've ever seen Sam so angry. His jaw was locked, his knuckles clenched, his usual sunkissed skin was nearly beat red.

"What happened?" I asked as I approached my friends on the steps.

"I had to give him a ride today," Blaine told me. I noticed how upset he looked.

"Why?" I asked him.

"They slashed my tires," Sam explained in a gravely deep voice. I almost feared the answer, but I asked anyway.

"Who?"

"Who do you think?" He spat. "Black Jacks."

As if on cue, the Black Jacks themselves came striding towards the stairs. They nodded towards us, even Santana. I noticed Noah and Sebastian wearing smiles that were...what would be the correct word...genuine?

"Drive safely?" Noah smiled coyly as they passed us on the stairs. The rest of the group erupted in a fit of laughter.

"You!" Sam barked. Before any of us could react, he threw himself at Noah, nearly knocking both of them down. Noah immediately held his fists up, clearly well prepared to take on the blonde boy.

"What are you talking about, Evans?" Noah taunted.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Sam threw a punch, but it was easily dodged, even laughed at. Noah was clearly amused.

"Sam." Blaine shook his head firmly, then nodded towards the small crowd that started to gather at the foot of the steps. Slowly, Sam lowered his hands.

"This will be settled," Sam hissed. Noah chuckled.

"I'm looking forward to it!" He called after us. We started to walk away, but before it was too late, I glanced back at Santana. Her expression was stoic. She held eye contact, and didn't look away until Sebastian nudged her. When she cracked a small smile, I looked away.

"This is why we can't get along," I told Brittany, who was walking beside me. She nodded. "All of them are untrustworthy," I said more to myself than to her. Of course Santana knew about he slashing. Of course she wouldn't try to stop it. I told her myself, me staying at her house doesn't change anything.

There hasn't been this much tension in the halls of McKinley in a long time. Everything was uneasy, everyone was eyeing us as if we'd explode at any minute. Either at them, or at one of the Black Jacks. Everyone was clearly afraid of being slushied.

"They carved into the paint too," Sam muttered. He kept his head down and glared at his food as if the mashed potatoes damaged his car.

"We can do it you know. Operation Blue." Blaine offered.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Finn said to us.

"We haven't done that since the Bleachers-" I tried, but I was almost immediately cut of by Sam.

"We're doing it." He said to us. Operation Blue was a go, rather I liked it or not.

I couldn't help but feel sympathetic for Santana; which is exactly why I'm doing this.

"Lopez," I approached her near the bleachers. The rest of her friends looked up at me, so I glared at them. "Can I have a word?"

"About?" She asked me.

"When you drove me home, I think something slipped out of my pocket," I lied easily. Luckily, she caught on.

"Come on," she said to me.

Once we were away from her friends, and rested my hands on my hips. "Really, Santana?" I asked.

"What?"

"The wheels and the paint. Why would you?"

She pursed her lips and looked around quickly. "Come on," she said as she strode past me. I followed her, seeing as how she left me without a choice. She led me to the back of the library, then into a small storage room for books deemed too old to be used again, then closed the door behind me. "I didn't know about it, okay?"

"Why would I believe you?" I asked her.

"Because it's the truth. They didn't tell me they'd really do it, just joking -"

"It's not a joke, Santana. Sam's family can't afford lots of luxury items, he drives his siblings to and from school - don't you guys ever think about the consequences?" I yelled.

"We didn't know that. And we don't care," she deadpanned.

"Don't care? I know about your little crush on me, Santana. Don't try to act like you don't care." I said it before I had time to think.

"W-what are you talking about?" She asked with wide eyes.

"Never mind," I said quickly. "Just… I shouldn't tell you this, but Operation Blue is on. Right now."

"And you're not doing anything to stop it?" She spat.

"Sound kind of familiar?" I asked, just as harshly as she did.

"Fuck you," she seethed. She left without another word.

"Oh boy.." I mumbled.

Word got out that Operation Blue was happening, leaving the student body petrified. Even teachers were steering clear of the hallways. I saw Sam with a slushie cup in his hand, so I knew it was time. I can't get how hurt Santana looked out of my mind, so I ended up squeezing the cup that Blaine handed to me too hard. Luckily, I didn't get it on my uniform, just all over my hand.

"I'll be right back," I gritted through my teeth. Blaine nodded, so I stomped to the girls restroom. After rinsing my hand off, I heard the bathroom door get pushed open so hard that it slammed against the wall. Sure enough, there stood Santana. Drenched in blue slushie.

"Excuse me," she spat as she walked by me. They got her good, it's all through her hair and on her jacket - that means more than one person did it. They must have gotten all athletes to participate this time, so they could double up. They definitely got the message through, because there is no way she'll be able to get that out easily.

"Sorry," I mumbled. She grumbled something in response, but I didn't leave. "Blue is a good color on you," I tried.

"Oh, thanks. Just what I wanted to hear," she grunted as she waited for the water to get warm.

"Let me help you," I suggested as I stepped towards her.

"No," she held out her hand to stop me. I noticed her eyes were red. "Just leave me alone, okay?"

"No, I want to help you," I said firmly.

"Well I don't want your help!" She yelled. The door opened, and we both glared at the ladies who were trying to come in.

"Get out!" We yelled. They did, immediately.

"You too," she told me, but softer. "Please."

I shook my head, "You won't be able to get that out by yourself." I reached into my bag and pulled out a ring of keys. When she looked at me questioningly, I shrugged and said, "I stole them from a custodian." She bit back a smile, but I let mine show. I locked the bathroom door, then stepped towards to again. After touching the water and feeling that it was lukewarm, I nodded at her. "That's as good as it'll get. Start running it over your hair, and I'll go grab my travel pack from my locker."

"How will you get back in?" She asked me, finally giving in I see.

"I have a key, remember?" I smiled.

"Darn," she said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and picked up my bag, then with a small wave, I walked out of the restroom. The damage done is clear, and if I don't want to get caught, I have to move quickly. There is blue slushie everywhere. I jogged to my locker, grabbed the little make up bag that had miniature everything in it, then went back to the bathroom.

"Okay, I have shampoo, conditioner, and if you don't like blueberry, I have toothpaste," I smiled cheekily.

"What about my clothes?" She asked in a small voice.

"I have my cheer sweats and-"

"No," she deadpanned.

"Santana, your top and even some of your pants are ruined-"

"And who's fault is that?" She bit.

"Noah's for slashing Sam's tires!" I told her. "Now tuck your pride away, and let me make up for it now that there's no taking anything back, okay?"

"Fine," she mumbled.

"Great, now lean over," I said as I took out the shampoo and conditioner. She arched an eyebrow, but leaned over the sink none the less. "Thank you," I smiled smugly as I squeezed some shampoo into my palm. After rubbing it between my hands, I started to work my fingers through her hair. After a minute or two, the blue finally started to wash down the drain. I'm pretty sure I heard a low groan, so I worked that particular area a little harder. You know… just to clean it well.

"Quinn…" I heard her say lowly. I couldn't hold back my small smile, so I'm glad she couldn't see it. I rinsed out the shampoo, then started the conditioner. After that, she sat up straight. I have to admit, she looks pretty hot with her hair all curly and wavy like that. I cleared my throat when I realized we were both just looking at each other.

"I-I'll be right back with the clothes," I spun on my heel. Just before I walked through the door, I turned to look at her. "Please don't leave," I said to her.

"I won't."

I strode through the cleared hallways back to my locker, swiftly put in my combination, then grabbed my cheer clothes for Santana. With the sweats and flowy tank folded in my hands, I started my way back to the bathroom.

"Ms. Fabray!" Came Mr. Figgins' voice. "My office. Now."

"But I-"

"Now," he said impatiently. I glanced towards the bathroom and sighed.

"Can I just do this really fast?" I asked.

"Your punishment for the events that happened today will be even greater if you do not start walking," he told me. I rolled my eyes and followed him, silently hoping Santana would wait and wouldn't think I ditched her.

"What were you thinking?" He asked me. "I've already spoken to your friends."

"I didn't do anything!" I told him. "I went to the -"

"Then explain the blue stain on her hand," he pointed.

I sighed, "You see, my friend handed one to me, and I squeezed it, so it spilled -"

"And you expect me to believe that?" He chuckled.

"It's the truth," I sat back and crossed my arms. "But, someone who did get slushied is in the bathroom, and she's probably cold because I'm supposed to be bringing her clothes to change into."

"Oh, I -"

"Please," I frowned. "Just let me take her the clothes, then you can give me detention or something." After a few empty seconds, he nodded.

We walked to the girls restroom, and he arched an eyebrow when I knocked on the door. "It's locked," I explained. No one answered.

"Ms. Fabray, you brought me to an empty restroom -"

"I didn't," I argued. "She's in there." Hopefully. I stood there knocking for a good three minutes before Figgins and I both gave up. We turned away from the door. Of course. Why would she stay, anyway? I mean, I was only trying to help her and make sure she wouldn't walk around in soggy blue clothes, but whatever.

"Detention for a week," he said to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever," I mumbled as we walked away. Then, to both of our surprise, the bathroom door started to open. I smiled when I saw Santana peeking through the door. I smirked at Figgins, who stood with his mouth agape. "If you'll excuse me," I said to Figgins before disappearing behind behind the bathroom door with Santana.

"Thought you ditched me," she said with her back towards me. Her hair was braided back, and looked like it was almost dry. She must have been sitting under the hand dryer.

"I wouldn't," I told her. She turned to look at me.

"Really? Because you've done some pretty messed up things before," she challenged me.

"About what I said before -" I tried.

"You know what?" She silenced me. "Forget it. You were right. Were. But now, I don't think you are who I thought you were."

"And who did you think I was?" I crossed my arms. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"Tell me this, Quinn," she started to take out her braid, "if you weren't already in the bathroom, what are the chances of you throwing a slushie at one of us? Myself included."

"I wouldn't," I told her. Would I?

"Bullshit," she chuckled darkly. "You really wouldn't?"

"No," I said again. I really wouldn't. Right?

She gave me an amused smile and shook her head. "Then why did you have that?" She pointed at a Big Gulp cup on the floor, halfway filled with the remains of blue slushie.

"Santana, I -"

"It's fine, Q," my nickname rolled off of her tongue as if she's said it a million times before, but that didn't completely wipe the hurt from her eyes. "Thank you," she said shortly as she took the clothes from me. "I'll wash them at home. You'll have them back tonight."

"O-okay," I said softly. She gave me a thin lipped smile, then went inside of a stall.

"Are you still here?" She asked over a few seconds. I nodded, then remembered she couldn't see me.

"Yeah," I said out loud. The stall opened, and she was now dressed in my clothes.

"Why?" She asked me with a blank expression.

"I-I thought -"

"Don't you remember, Quinn?" she asked me as she folded up her clothes. "This doesn't change anything. You still don't like me, and I still don't like you." She threw my words at me like they tasted bad on her tongue. She didn't give me time to think of a response before she was out of the bathroom, leaving me to listen to the echo of the door closing. I didn't expect… I didn't think it would hurt.

"What's she doing with that outfit?" Sam asked. We're outside of the school, which has just ended. The Black Jacks passed us glaring, Santana not included. She stared straight ahead.

"Isn't that your shirt, Q?" Brittany asked me. I nodded.

"She was drenched," I shrugged.

"That's the point," Sam reminded me. As if I needed a reminder.

"I don't care," I mumbled.

"Well, you should."

"Get over it. Your tires got slashed, we'll all chip in. It's no big -"

"Who's side are you on?" Sam asked lowly. The rest of them stared at us as we glared at eachother.

"Our's," I hissed.

"Then start acting like it."

A Few Days Later

Dear Diary,

I haven't written in this thing in years. Well, I guess now's a good time to start. As good as any, right? Wow, my life has changed. I read my last entry, it was signed 'Until next time, Lucy.' My, how time has changed me. Well, to start, today was weird. A few days ago, Santana and the Jocks and Cheerios (not Britt) were all pissed. With each other, as always, and with me. Operation Blue was a stupid idea. Anyway, I wrote about things in this diary that felt to personal to share with people, and then I made friends. Now, I don't think I can tell my friends about this. Three days ago, I accidently told Santana I knew she liked me. She told me she thought I was different. Now… now I don't know what to say. I see her at the house, and all I want to ask is what's so different? What did she like? What does she not like now? Did I change, did she? My dear Diary, is it possible for someone to appear beautiful overnight? Santana makes me angry. She always has. But now it's because she, I don't know, she's making me feel differently. Confused? God. Why am I even writing this, I should be making calls to see who can perform at the dance.

Until I wri

No. The person I thought I was wouldn't feel this way.

Until next time,

Lucy

I closed my journal, then tucked it in the bottom drawer of my night stand. I checked the time - it's around midnight. Too late to make calls. After tossing and turning for a few minutes in my bed, I decided to go downstairs. Maybe Leo is down there, he always has a funny remark to cheer me up, even when he doesn't mean to. Maybe Santana is down there, and I can get her to talk to me.

No one was downstairs. I got some water went back to my room, missing the way Santana slipped discreetly into her own when I passed.

Days Later...

I had to do a double take when it happened. Was that… a kick? I turned around, only to see Santana looking down at her book. I turned forward, and felt another kick.

"Can I help you?" Santana whispered when I turned to look at her again.

"You kicked my chair," I gave her a small smile. She shifted awkwardly in her seat.

She cleared her throat. "No I didn't."

"Yes you did," I argued. She rolled her eyes.

"You're crazy."

"No," I shook my head, "I'm relatively sane for a girl."

At that, she cracked a small smile. "Can I get a ride home today?" She asked after a few seconds. "Noah picked me up this morning."

"He can't drop you off?"

"I can't have a ride?" She arched an eyebrow.

"You know what? Sure." I told her before turning to face the front again.

"Not afraid of being seen with me?" She challenged. I thought about Sam and the guys, but shook my head without looking at her.

I could feel the Jocks and Cheerios staring at me as Santana and I walked to my car. If this is the only way she'll talk to me, then I don't care about what they think. Once we were seated, she looked at me with a smile and shook her head.

"What?" I chuckled.

"You're going to get hell tomorrow," she said teased nonchalantly.

"So will you," I pointed. She shrugged.

"There's the difference between us," she faced forward. "You actually care."

"Santana, I just walked with you. To my car."

"It's a start," she shrugged. A start to what, exactly? I didn't dare ask that out loud.

When we pulled up in front of her house, the two of us sat in the car silently. "I, um, have homework," I said, breaking the silence.

"Right," she clicked her tongue. She leaned over and picked up her bag, then slid out of the car. I watched her as she walked away, and she did so without looking back. Santana Lopez, what are you doing to me?

Days Later...

We sat around the dinner table as we usually do, Leonardo and Rhys babbled on about their days as they usually did, and Santana's stoic expression was in place; extraordinarily ordinary is how I've come to explain this whole situation.

"And your's, girls?" Maribel asked us. I bit the inside of my cheek. Today isn't something I'd like to relive, actually. And it started out so well.

"Okay ladies, let's show Sue we've got more than what it takes!" I told the team. Brittany nodded happily in agreement, both of us believe that we're finally ready to show coach what we've accomplished. The routine is running smoothly, each of us have the dance in our bones and the cheer memorised by heart. Finally, it's time for the pyramid - my favorite part. I'm on top.

Our knees are locked, our chins are held high, and everything is secure. And that's where everything went wrong. I didn't see Santana this morning, she left before I was ready for breakfast. I guess that's why her appearance caught me off guard. When the Black Jacks left the bleachers and dispersed, I saw her. Her shorts were, um… short? How is she allowed to wear those here? They are blue jean material, a stark difference from her leather jacket. It was then that I noticed how tan her legs were. And long, gorgeous really. Then she saw me. Her eyes locked with mine, and I smirk formed on her lips. Then, my knees wobbled. The girls below me kept their grip to hold me still, and I know without looking that Sue is approaching us.

Then Santana winked. In less than a second, I could feel myself falling. First forwards, but then the girls below me stopped that. I was relieved for about two seconds before I realized that I was going backwards. I yelped, and saw a look of panic take over Santana's scowl as I fell. The boys were practicing as well, so by my absolute luck, Sam caught me. We both fell to the ground, but he broke my fall without breaking any bones. When we both stood up, I secretly looked around for Santana, but she and her friends were gone. I thanked Sam, then prepared myself for Sue's wrath.

"Fine," both Santana and I said at the same time.

"Teenagers," Maribel scoffed playfully. "Can't get more than a syllable out of them."

"The park got remodeled," Leonardo said, bringing the attention back to himself. "They've added all new things."

"We passed it on the ride back," Rhys explained. "Quinnie, can you take us tomorrow?"

"I don't see why not," I shrugged. Tomorrows Saturday, so I can take them after Cheerios practice.

"Can we come with you to practice?" Rhys asked shyly. I've taken him before, and he loved it. The girls swooned over him, pinching his cheeks and calling him adorable every two seconds.

"Sure," I smiled.

"I could be a cheerleader," Rhys said with a smug smile. "I used to take gymnastics."

"Cheer leading is for girls," Judy said, speaking up for the first time tonight. "Not for young men."

"Masons' a cheerleader," my little brother argued, his voice smaller than before.

"Mason needs to play a sport."

"Momma," I cut my eyes at her. "Rhys, maybe you can try it one day."

It didn't help. His shoulders slumped and his smile vanished, but he gave me a small nod.

"Maybe I can too," Leo smiled reassuringly. "Could be fun." At that, Rhys lit up again. I noticed that the longer his hair grew, the wavier it became. A few strands escaped the 'Man Bun' he put it in, and I have to say, long hair really suits him.

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