Principal Figgins, had never been as happy as he was now. He'd been the principal at McKinley for 27 years, and in all that time, McKinley had never once won anything. They didn't have banners decorating their gym like various other schools. They couldn't boast of any famous alumni, either but after their display this weekend at the Inter-high, everything was changing.

His cellphone had been ringing non-stop, agents wanted to make presentations at the school. Recruiters who had once scoffed at him, also wanted to make presentations. He understood that they wanted to recruit Charlie, even local hero firms wanted to make presentations.

They could finally have something to celebrate at their assemblies and with all these firms, perhaps it would change the attitude in the school. He could see it now with the hope of joining a firm his students would work harder, test scores would rise and the government would invest more money into the school. Perhaps they could start fundraising to start building new facilities.

"There's another request for a transfer."

Figgins grins, strong students were already trying to transfer in. "They have to be living in the district." He informs her. He could only imagine the irritation on his sister's face. Carmel had come in second, and he had watched with barely contained glee as Charlie had practically swatted away their star Jesse. St. James. Perhaps if they could win back to back national championships then he could steal his sister's idea and create dormitories for students who wanted to come to their school but didn't live in the district. He would definitely need to discuss this with the superintendent.

~ O ~

Jacob Ben Israel had been camped out since six am with his camera man. The whole internet was buzzing, Charlotte Flair of the 4 Horsewomen had acknowledged Charlie's challenge. But Charlie hadn't given her response yet. This could be the big break he had been waiting for, maybe he could do a sit down interview with her and then the team. He wouldn't have to be a sleazy gossip journalist anymore. He scans the parking lot once more as it begins to fill up. He had noticed several news vans camped out at the perimeter of the school, but this was his story to break.

"Isn't that her truck?"

JBI, looks up a smile lighting up his face as he stands up. "This is perfect, and Santana's not with her, which means we can basically ask her anything. Let's go, before our story is scooped by those vultures." JBI grabs his microphone and hurries along with his cameraman towards Charlie. "Charlie! Charlie Fabray," JBI calls out, slowing his gait when he spots Quinn.

Quinn shoots an unimpressed look at Jacob, who flinches at her cold look before she turns to her twin. "I told you we should have taken my car."

"My truck is far better for the environment. It runs on clean energy, me." Charlie retorts, before holding her hand out.

Quinn rolls her eyes, and places a freshly made egg and bacon sandwich in Charlie's hand. Her grandmother had made breakfast this morning, probably because their mom was acting weird around Charlie, who probably hadn't noticed yet. "Come on, we're going to be late for first period."

Charlie grins as she unwraps the newspaper wrapping, enough so she can push the sandwich up from the bottom and take a massive bite, ignoring JBI as she passes him. "So good, why doesn't grandma cook more often?"

"Because you're a bottomless pit."

"There's hot sauce on this and a dash of honey! Mom never makes it like this," Charlie said with her mouth full.

"Chew. Swallow." Quinn reminded Charlie as she unwrapped her own sandwich.

JBI wouldn't be deterred and swung around and began to follow the twins. "Charlie Fabray, it seems Charlotte Flair has accepted your challenge, do you have a response?"

Charlie bit into her sandwich again and stopped moving so she could turn to look at Jacob, her eyes flick to the camera for a moment, before she grins. "Bring it on."

Quinn groans, both because the sandwich was delicious and also because that was a groan inducing line. "You really need to work on that. Now that's going to be played everywhere and you're going to look like a massive dork."

Charlie frowned as she turned around, "So I'll workshop it a bit. I should get a PR person, and a marketing team. I'm good at fighting not coming up with catchy phrases that will be on t-shirts."

Quinn shook her head, her grandma had made it very clear that Charlie wasn't signing with anyone until she was 18. She imagined it was an attempt to keep Charlie grounded, but people knew about her, their lives were going to change. "You know that embarrassing video is going to be on Youtube, and spread all over the internet right?"

Charlie snorted, "No it isn't, I erased their SD card. Powers of electricity and magnetism remember?" Charlie smirked as she raised her hand letting small arcs of electricity dance on the tip of her fingers. "I didn't think she'd respond so quickly though, I'm going to have to triple my training."

"Seriously?" Quinn asked, no one trained as much as Charlie. "You'll still make time for me this weekend? I plan to check out this art studio."

"Quinn, I will always make time for you," Charlie promises. "Especially when there are nude bodies involved. But only if those bodies are women. I don't care for the male form."

Quinn rolls her eyes and shoves Charlie, who laughs. "Thanks. It shouldn't take long and it's near a couple of restaurants if you get hungry. I'll help you train, I know how much this means to you."

"And I'll help you meet people," Charlie promises, as they get to their lockers. Charlie opens them both with a flick of her wrist and tosses her backpack inside before reaching in to grab her textbook and notebook.

"Ms. Fabray."

Both Charlie and Quinn turn to look at Figgins who has a massive smile on his face. "That's for you," Quinn said, closing her locker. "I've got AP English, I'll see you at the assembly, or lunch."

Charlie groaned, she'd rather be in AP Physics then deal with Figgins. She slams her locker closed and heads over to see what he wanted.

~ O ~

Rachel swallowed and looked around nervously as she hovered around Principal Figgins' office, she'd never skipped class before. She probably would never do so again after today, but she had seen the camera crews outside. And with the celebratory mood at McKinley it was possible that Charlie would be busy which meant that she wasn't quite sure if Charlie would make time for her.

Personally, she had been of the opinion that Charlie and Santana hated each other, they always argued over every little thing. Santana insulted Charlie nearly everyday and they had fought numerous times. So she had no idea how Santana had managed to convince Charlie to help her. But something had clearly changed between them, they still argued, they still fought, but there wasn't the same bite as before.

Not that it mattered, she needed to get stronger and if Charlie could do even a fraction of what she had done with Santana with her, in a short time frame, then she was certain that under Charlie her own powers would grow. She didn't want to be a sidekick, she wanted to be a hero. She was going to be a star, and this would help her star shine brighter.

"If you need anything or have an ideas on how we can make these facilities better for the students to increase their abilities, you know my door is always open for you. Ms. Fabray," Figgins said in a jovial tone as he patted Charlie on the back. "Go Titans!"

"Go Titans," Charlie said in a flat tone. "I should get to my next class, if I think of anything, I'll be sure to discuss it with you." Charlie said as she quickend her pace so she could leave the man. He'd spent the past half an hour going on about their accomplishments, and kissing her ass. She honestly would have preferred to be sleeping through AP physics. She sighs, when the bell for the next period sounds, she would need to switch out her books.

"Charlie!" Rachel said quickly causing the youngest Fabray to stop and wait for her to catch up, she smiles brightly at her and holds out the schedule that she'd devised. "I stopped by yesterday—"

"Rachel, I understand you want to be a hero, but I don't know exactly how I can help," Charlie admits, not bothering to look at the schedule. She already had too many things to do and she needed to increase her own training. "Santana already had the basics down, she just needed someone to push her. You're not Santana, what you're asking me to do is figure out how your abilities work."

Rachel swallowed, "I talked to your sister—"

"Quinn? Quinn's talking to you?" Charlie asks and blinks, in surprise. She was pretty sure that Quinn had every intention to avoid Rachel until she felt better.

Rachel flinches and looks away, "I—"

"I don't actually want to know Rachel, Quinn's feelings are just that Quinn's feelings. So you two need to figure out how to get along."

Rachel hesitated, wanting to know how Quinn was doing. She had attempted to call but Quinn hadn't responded. "Charlie I want to go to Summit, and everyone I've talked to has told me that it's impossible. You and Quinn—"

"You mean Quinn. I think your powers are more suited to make you a sidekick, or to be in a support role, not engineering but actual field support. That's why I placed you there and kept you away from the two events that required people with offensive capabilities. Quinn believes in you, it's not that I don't believe in you, but you still haven't figured out your abilities."

Rachel stops walking, and she swallows the thick lump that's forming in her throat. This was the third time that someone was telling her that she wouldn't amount to much. She had thought that Charlie believed in her just as much as Quinn did. "That's why I'm here, I want to figure out how my abilities work."

Charlie groaned, and turned around. They had begun to attract an audience, and she rubs the back of her neck. She really hated seeing people cry, it made her uncomfortable. "Rachel, I am not an expert on other people's powers. I have a good sense of how strong an ability is. That being said, if you want me to make an educated guess, I would say that even though you are an amazing technical singer, and you can hit the notes perfectly and your voice sounds lovely. That doesn't mean anything, because it just sounds nice. There is no emotion, there is no soul in your voice. There are regular people, who can sing and they have the ability to convey emotion through their song. When they sing, you can hear it, you can hear the pain, or the sadness, or even the joy in their voice. I don't know how they manage to do that, but I imagine that's the key to unlocking your abilities." Charlie shrugged her shoulders and turned back around. "Just a suggestion."

"Hey Charlie."

A grin stretching over Charlie's face as some cheerleaders pass by, "Ladies," she said with a gentle laugh immediately moving to follow them. She would always make time for food, and fun and two cheerleaders sounded like lots of fun. She was sure that Figgins wouldn't mind if she broke her promise not to have sex on school grounds. "Did you watch the Inter-high?" Charlie asks as she moves to walk in step with them.

Rachel blinked, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious that Charlie had just decided to ditch her for a chance with some cheerleaders. She bites her lip, as she thinks over what Charlie had just said. It was rather insightful from the leader who was currently flirting openly with two sophomore cheerleaders. The real question was how she was going to apply Charlie's suggestion. Maybe Kurt and Mercedes would have some ideas.

"Santana!" Charlie exclaims, her tone slightly guilty even as Santana ignores her. She immediately pulls away from the two cheerleaders and runs after Santana, who seemed dead set on ignoring her.

~ O ~

Since she had transferred to Lima Ohio, Beiste hadn't smiled that often, but for the entire weekend, a massive smile had been etched onto her face. But now it wasn't time to stop pushing her kids, no she needed to keep working with them. Nearly every member of the team had impressed her, there were clearly some things that they needed to work on especially before sectionals, but she knew that this could be the beginning of a dream team. Artie, Kitty, Tina, Rachel, Charlie, Finn, Santana and Matt had all done well enough that her phone had been ringing off the hook. Most of the interest generated was around Charlie's free agent status, but many scouts, agents and firms had made inquiries. And some were willing to flash a lot of cash to get them. "Before we begin practice, I've got a few words, and a bit of administrative news. Let's start with my feelings. You guys were awesome, this weekend. I had high expectations but many of you shattered those expectations. So if you haven't heard it enough over the past couple of days. I am very proud of you." Beiste said looking at each and every member of the Titan's. Her gaze lingers on Lauren for a moment.

"We got invited to a senior party," Artie announces. They had officially become one of the more popular students at McKinley.

"We've totally become like the coolest kids in school," Kitty agrees with Artie.

Beiste holds up her hand, stopping the chatter before it could really begin. "Which brings me to the administrative portion of this meeting. There will be a team meeting with parents or legal guardians involved as soon as I can figure out a time that works for everyone. I'm sure some agents and scouts have reached out and contacted you—but before you sign anything, before you accept anything we need to discuss what comes next. You made a splash and some people might attempt to take advantage of your excitement, or they might offer you money. Even if it seems like life changing money, please don't accept anything at this moment in time. There are some unscrupulous agents, and firms out there."

Finn glanced around noting that everyone was nodding and nudges Tina, "What does unscrupulous mean?" he whispers.

"Basically that they're going to get you to sign a terrible contract with a lot of fine print," Charlie answers for Finn.

"Oh, so who should we sign with?"

"I'll discuss that with your parents or guardians once we settle on a date, but when it comes to agents, my advice is you look at who that agency represents. If it's a bunch of heroes that no one has heard off, then it should give you pause. Also I want you to be wary of what you post, and what you text. You have no idea what could come back to haunt you. No naked pics." Beiste said, focusing her gaze on Charlie.

"I feel like my character is being besmirched," Charlie muttered.

"It's really not. It sounds like something you'd do, Pervert Smurfette."

Charlie puffed out her cheeks and looked at Santana who still hadn't looked at her all day. "Santana!"

"Moving on. I'm also going to start increasing practice. With regionals behind us, we need to start thinking about sectionals, and more importantly nationals. Many of you work well together, and Charlie managed to choose teams that were effective, but we've only been a team for a very short period of time. We need to increase your fitness, we need to increase your teamwork, and your individual ability. You should be able to work with anyone on the team. I also realize that some of you need more help in controlling your abilities than others. The more you practice the better you'll be when it comes to your abilities. I'm not going to force anyone to take any extra lessons but if you think you need some one on one attention you know my door is always open."

Rachel immediately raised her hand and waved it in the air.

"Rachel?"

"What about one on one time with our captain? I think it would be informative—and it's hardly fair that Santana manages to co-opt all of Charlie's time."

"We're having sex Rachel," Santana interrupted looking at her nails, refusing to look over at Charlie. "I'm not sure Charlie wants to share that one on one time with you or anyone else on the team. Right Charlie?"

Charlie's eyes had widened and her jaw had dropped at Santana's blunt rebuttal and she could feel all eyes on her, waiting for her to confirm Santna's version of events. She's not sure what to say so she can only nod. "Yeah what Santana said."

Before Rachel can question either one of them Lauren speaks up. "Knew it."

There was a murmur of agreement that passed through the team and they stopped paying attention to both Santana and Charlie.

Rachel looked at both Charlie and Santana for a moment, "Still."

Charlie frowned, between her new increased training, the piles of homework she had, and sleeping with Santana with the added responsibility of sparring with her, she barely had any breathing room. "It would have to take place during practice." Charlie says with a shrug.

Bieste nodded, they would have to figure something out. "I also talked to Figgins, and while I don't want to change our team dynamics, I was thinking of having reserves. In case of injuries, and to help us train. There's also been some requests from other schools to have joint practices."

"So other teams want to spy on us and learn our weaknesses?" Santana asks and scoffs. "Let me guess? Carmel requested one."

"They did," Bieste agreed. "But we've spent enough time with administrative work, Charlie led the team through a warm up. We'll discuss joint practices soon, once I get a bit more information, same with a team of reserves."

Charlie gave a mock salute and got up before cracking her shoulder, she glanced over at Santana who still hasn't once looked at her and puffed out her cheeks. She had no idea why Santana was being so mean to her! The only thing she knew for sure was that Santana probably would insist that they train tonight before kicking her out. Life was so unfair.