𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 || 𝐒.𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

03

"You wanted to see me, Coach?" I asked, the tall woman eyeing me with deadly intent.

"Yes, have a seat," She gestured to the chair that stood in front of her desk comfortably. "Q informs me that you want to join the Cheerios, yet Brittany comes out with dark stories of your drug-hooked ways. What am I supposed to do here?"

I thought to myself. "Obviously not let me joi-"

"Wrong! Look here, John Lennon, I don't know what you get up to outside of that Glee Club and smoking copious amounts of weed. On the other hand, I believe if you switched to drugs like my possibly spiked protein mix, you may just fit."

Shrugging at Coach Sylvester, she handed me a Cheerios water bottle
which contained one of her previously mentioned protein mixes. "So, does this mean I'm in?"

The woman nodded to which I smiled gratefully as I was handed a dress. "I promise I won't let you down."

"Good, now get the hell out of my office." She instructed me, to which I gladly obeyed.

Being on the Cheerios seemed like a fresh start, and to think just a week ago I was being abandoned by my only friends.

Santana approached her locker, one that happened to be annoyingly close to mine. I took a small sip from the bottle I'd been given, little did I know I was being watched as this happened. Gagging at the taste, I reluctantly swallowed, but was tapped on the shoulder by the girl.

"You good?" Santana asked, stifling a laugh at my scrunched up face from the taste. When I didn't answer, she sighed. "Take this."

She handed me a strawberry protein shake and grinned widely. "They work better than Coach Sylvester's bird vomit."

"Thanks," I said, throwing the Cheerios bottle in the trash. "Why would she want us to drink that?"

"Coach is determined at winning, and if it means drinking that... then she will go for it." Santana informed me.

I looked the cheerleader up and down, smiling faintly when she blushed. Our eyes met for a couple of seconds before I pulled myself back into sane thoughts.

That's when I came out with possibly the worst thing. "Wanna hang out?"

Santana lip smacked, thinking to herself. God, how had I made this more awkward than it already was?

"Sure, your house, tonight? My parents aren't keen on having friends round at the moment. My mom's cleaning up the place." I was dumbfounded by Santana's answer, attempting to conjure up a response.

"I- uh- yeah. Sounds good, really good." I stuttered out nervously.

I was given an amused expression from the brunette, her smile widening. "I'll see you then."

The second I was left alone by my locker, I squealed happily in joy. I bounced up and down, strutting away with a slight prance to my step.

~

"Can we stop, please?" Rachel interrupted the dancing we had been made to practice.

"Rachel!" I cried out. "I was actually enjoying that!"

The rest of the club shot me weird looks as I backed away, my hands up in defence.

"You don’t have to ask me every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel. You can just go." Mr Schue informed my sister.

I gave her a quick hit on the arm, to which she flinched. "I want to pee, but I didn't interrupt the lesson." She scoffed before standing straight.

"It’s not my bladder. It’s the choreography."