Santana Lopez frowned as she scanned the newly remade cafeteria, but she couldn't spot Charlie sitting anywhere in the cafeteria. She bites her lip, as she wonders if she should ask someone if they had seen her. She didn't have that many friends left, if she had any at all. The only thing that had kept people from turning on her was that she was in the hero course, and was the only one who had managed to pull off wins at the inter-high competitions. But now that Beiste had kicked her out of the course, her popularity had taken a sharp turn for the worse, and just by being here she was risking a confrontation.

"Lopez."

Santana closed her eyes, before turning around to look at the person who had called her out. She had truly hoped that she could have avoided a confrontation. "What do you want Karofsky?" Santana asks, crossing her arms over her chest. She grits her teeth, as she realizes that she's currently surrounded. Azimio, Strando, Josh, and Rick who were all carrying massive coolers.

Karofsky steps forward, carrying the biggest cooler of them all and he smirks at Santana. "It's a new world order, and you're at the bottom, bitch."

"Please, everyone knows that the only bottom bitch here is you," Santana retorts, smirking when Dave turns a nasty shade of red. She takes a step back when he swipes at her with his big meaty paw and turns to look at the cafeteria. She takes a deep breath, Charlie had said that she needed to start making amends for the shit that she did, and now was as good a time as any. "I'm not the HBIC anymore. I get that, I know I took things too far, and for that I apologize. I'm sorry for crossing the line, from keeping the peace at the school to outright bullying. So if taking this slushie bath, is what you all want to see. Then I'll take it, but trust me, Karofsky will be a far worse tyrant than I could ever be."

Karofsky scowled, "You're not the martyr here Lopez, so stop trying to be the noble one."

Santana opened her arms, she was going to take this with her head held high. "I'm not trying to be a martyr. I lost. I know that, but Kaforsky, you're not the strongest person at this school. None of you are, and if you think that they're going to let you run roughshod over the entire student body then you're an even bigger idiot than I pegged you for. Oops, another gay joke."

Karofsky saw red and he moved, dumping the contents of the massive cooler onto Santana, covering her in purple slushie. He smirks and takes a step back letting his friends back him up, as they too stepped forward to dump the contents of their coolers all over Santana. When they finish he turns to the student body who are too stunned to do anything and raises his hands. "The bitch is dead." There was a smugness in his tone as he turned back to Santana, as he pulled out his phone. Ready to take pictures. JBI would probably enjoy the increased traffic to his shitty little blog.

But instead of Santana simply taking it, she needed to remind everyone that it didn't matter if she was no longer in the hero class. She was still Santana fucking Lopez. Her flames roar, forcing Karofsky and his goons to immediately back away as the slushie melts and evaporates away. She turns to look at Karofsky and the rest of the school, "The bitch is very much still alive. And if you think that pathetic display is enough to make everyone forget about how fucking dangerous I am, then perhaps I need to remind you why you remained at number two for so long."

Karofsky stumbles back and slips on the slushie and lands hard on his tailbone as Santana powers down. He scowls at her as he scrambles back up to his feet and takes a swing at her, not caring that her back is turned. He wasn't going to be embarrassed by Santana again.

The punch doesn't land, instead Karofsky is immediately blown back, small arcs of electricity spark as he crashes to the ground. Charlie was standing beside Santana attempting to fix her hair and her shirt that was slightly out of place. "If you are going to fight, make sure your opponent is out, before you show your back. This is like hero 101 Santana. Maybe you won't pass Summit's written exam."

Santana turned to look at Karofsky, and then at Charlie who clearly looked like she'd been in the closet with whatever girl had thrown herself at Charlie that day. "I knew what I was doing."

"Expecting me to save you is not a sound strategy Santana," Charlie says as she stretches, and glances down and zips up her pants.

Santana scanned the cafeteria once more, noting that people seemed surprised that Charlie had come to her aid. "I was certain that you hated me, so saving me is a bit of a surprise. I was looking for you."

"Santana, I'm not in the mood to fight you again," Charlie says with a sigh as Karofsky groans, she moves closer to him and nudges him with her foot. When he groans again she relaxes and narrows her eyes at his little gang who immediately scatter.

"I was looking for you, because I managed to do exactly what you asked." Santana informs Charlie who looks surprised. Without Charlie asking for proof, she immediately flames up.

Charlie's eyes sweep across Santana's form, she could feel the increased heat from where she stood, but without a thermometer it would be near impossible to actually tell how hot Santana was. What she did note was that Santana's flames were still a bright yellow-orange color. "I said to come back when your flames were blue. Your combustion isn't complete."

Santana scowls at Charlie as she powers down. She couldn't believe that she had been eager to show the asshat. "You said that to be labeled a level 4, I needed to reach a certain temperature. I checked, the minimum for a level four is 750 degrees celsius. Right now, I can hit 1000 degrees. I know I can get hotter. I don't know what you did to me, but it feels like I can go higher. But I'm not doing that while we're still indoors."

Charlie rubbed her temples, "The reason why I said your flames should be blue, is because it means that your combustion is complete. One would think that is something you would want."

"You may enjoy looking like a bunch of smurfs jizzed in your hair Smurfette, but I dislike the color blue," Santana retorts. "Now are we going to have our second lesson?"

Charlie's eyes flicked over Santana for a moment before shaking her head. "We're not having a second lesson Santana. At least not until you do exactly as I asked."

"Are you fucking kidding me, I passed your test, they don't care about the color of my flames, they only—"

"Santana, you managed to double your temperature output in a couple of days, which tells me that you have all the talent in the world. All the potential in the world. But the reason I asked you to make your flames blue is because you noticed that something was different right? When I touched you, you felt something was different. How you felt when I gave you a small boost, is what I wanted you to recreate. I said I'd help, but that means that you have to do exactly what I say. Because anything less is a waste of my time."

"I feel—"

"Don't lie to me about it Santana. I can sense your bioelectric signals, whenever you're in one of my magnetic fields. They are just as chaotic as they were on Thursday. If anything more so. So until you get that under some semblance of control, I'm not going to waste my time. Because it's only going to get harder as we go forward, your fundamentals need to be strong."

Santana's shoulder slump, the first Inter-High competition of the year, was coming up soon, and she had hoped that she could compete. "Tell me how to do it."

Charlie sighed, and held up her hand, as electricity began to arc and crack around it. "My powers are not the same as yours. So I won't be able to tell you how to do it. I'm not some expert. Meditate, do yoga, focus on your body. Now it's lunchtime, I worked up a massive appetite earlier, so I'm going to find something to eat." Charlie turns to look at Karofsky who had finally managed to get back up to his hands and knees and she zaps him, it's just enough to hurt, but not paralyze him. "Clean up this mess, before someone trips." She barks at him as she begins to hover over the ground and moves to the line, so she can get some tater-tots.

~ O ~

"As many of you have noticed, there have been quite a few changes at McKinley. One of those changes is Mr. Schuester has stepped down and will no longer be in charge of the hero course." Figgins announced looking at the student body. "As you know we had very strict rules of who could take the hero course, only those level 4 and above were allowed to represent our school. However under the advice of our new head of the Hero course, there will be new testing to make certain that you are within the correct level, however that takes time, and the first Inter-high event is in a month's time. Which is why there will be tryouts, everyone is free to try out, however you can only join the hero course if your ability is ranked at a level 2 or higher."

At Figgins announcement, excited chatter began to fill the gym.

"But here to tell you more, is our new head of the hero course, Shannon Beiste. Let's give her a warm McKinley welcome," Figgins said as he stepped back from the microphone and clapped his hands, as Shannon Beiste.

Beiste immediately stood up from her chair and walked towards the microphone, flinching at the feedback before clearing her throat. "As Principal Figgins stated, my name is Shannon Beiste, you can call me Beiste. I've taken a look at your past Inter-High competitions, and while there were a few bright lights, I have decided to start with clean slate. Meaning that as of right now there isn't anyone in the Hero Course."

Beiste takes a step back from the microphone as she waits for the excited chatter to die down. "Being a part of the hero course, isn't going to simply be about how good you are using your abilities, or even how strong your abilities are. I am also looking for strength of character. From what I witnessed, bullying is rampant here. And while I won't use that to disqualify you at this moment, anyone who is caught throwing a slushie in another persons face, or using their abilities to bully those that are weaker than them will be kicked off the team after an investigation, and immediately suspended from school. I believe in second chances."

This announcement was met with a resounding applause from most of the student body.

Shannon nodded and finally spotted the Fabray twins sitting together. They seemed to be the only ones who seemed uninterested by her announcement. "Tryouts will begin tomorrow, and there will be a sign up sheet on the bulletin board outside the cafeteria. There are eleven spots available. But I will wait until everyone has tried out before I announce who is going to be on the team. Thank you for your time and I hope to see a lot of you try out. Those who were in the hero course, please return your jackets and uniforms, by the end of the day today."

~ O ~

"The amount of students required to compete in an Inter-high competition is twelve. Which probably means that Beiste has someone in mind, you don't think she's going to try and invite Santana back do you?" Mercedes asked, sighing as she looked at the long line-up.

Kurt shook his head, "It's obvious she's vying for one of the twins. But neither one of them has shown any interest in joining the course. Which means that there might actually be a twelfth spot opening up. Unless you've heard something Rachel."

"Quinn doesn't want to be a hero, she's made that clear. As for Charlie—well she stated rather plainly that it would be unfair for her to enter, given how much stronger she is than everyone else, and the fact that she's already got a provisional license. The government mailed her one the moment she turned sixteen. She didn't even fill out any paperwork. She's already applying to intern with some of the major hero groups in the summer."

"She's going to be a sidekick? And I thought you had to be 18 to get a provisional license," Kurt said with a frown. It was unfair.

"She's a level 5, makes sense the government wants to use her," Mercedes said with a shrug. "Still it would be nice if she was on the team. Maybe McKinley could compete at nationals this year. If we get there then it will help all of us."

Rachel shrugged her shoulders, "I do hope there is still space on the sign up sheet, I didn't think this many people wanted to be heroes."

"Heroes are basically celebrities at this point, and who doesn't want to be famous?" Kurt lectured.

"Heroes risk their lives for people—"

Rachel is interrupted by both Mercedes and Kurt's phones going off. She sighs, maybe she should just come back at the end of the day to sign up.

"Holy shit, Charlie just got busted having sex in the girl's lockerroom," Kurt said holding up his phone. "JBI just broke the story."

Rachel blinked, "That can't be true, she's not dating anyone!" She flushes when both Mercedes and Kurt exchange looks. "I mean she never mentioned that she was seeing anyone?" Rachel attempts again. But it doesn't seem to make anything better, so she chooses to do the only rational thing, and goes straight to the source.