𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 | s. lopez

Acafellas

Once again, Juniper found herself zoning out as she mindlessly moved her body to the beat of Mr. Schuester's counting. She accidentally stepped on Santana's foot and the Latina roughly shoved her away.

"Watch it, orphan," she growled.

"Fight me, slut," Juniper shot back.

Tina grabbed Juniper's arm and pulled her away from the cheerleader.

"She's n-not worth it," Tina whispered.

"Could we stop please?" asked Rachel, getting everyone's attention.

"You don't have to ask every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel," said Mr. Schue. "You can just go."

"It's not my bladder," said Rachel. "It's the choreography."

"Okay, what's wrong with the choreography?" asked Mr. Schue

"We can't compete with Vocal Adrenaline with these steps. You're a great vocal coach, Mr. Schue, but you're not a trained choreographer. That's what we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley."

"Who's Dakota Stanley?" asked Juniper.

"He's the best show-choir choreographer in the Midwest. He works with Vocal Adrenaline," said Quinn.

"You can't take regionals without him, Mr. Schue. He was an understudy on Broadway," added Santana.

"Just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed," said Mr. Schue.

"Did you ever perform, Mr. Schuester?" asked Quinn. "After high school. Did you even try?"

They all looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"Uh... why don't you all take five," said Mr. Schue.

****

As Juniper headed down the hall to her 5th period class, someone shoved her against the lockers.

"What the fuck was that for?" asked Juniper, anger rising in her voice when she saw that it was Santana who had shoved her.

"You told me to fight you, so that's what I'm doing," she replied and slapped her across the face.

"You're dead," said Juniper, rolling up the sleeves of her flannel shirt.

"Oh, please, like I'm scared of a short foster kid," scoffed the older Latina.

"I might be short, but I'm not afraid to cut a bitch."

And with that, Juniper lunged at Santana, both of them falling to the ground, yelling and cursing at each other as they wrestled on the floor.

"Get this crazy bitch off of me!" yelled Santana as she dodged Juniper's punches. She grabbed her shoulders and flipped their positions. Juniper shoved Santana off and stood up, only to be shoved hard against the lockers by the angry Latina.

"Feisty teen imbeciles," said Principal Figgins as he walked up to the two. "I need to see you both in my office immediately."

****

Juniper sat crossed legged on the couch in Principal Figgins office, picking at her nails as she anxiously waited for her foster mom to show up.

The door to the office swung open and Ms. Stewart walked in with an unamused expression on her face.

"You've really stepped in it this time," she said, crossing her arms.

****

"You're alive!" exclaimed Rachel as Juniper walked into the choir room, running up to hug the smaller brunette. "We thought your foster mom was gonna kill you."