The diva smiles up at her, "Have fun. I'll be in the choir room, so if you guys finish early that's where you'll find me."
Quinn nods before adjusting the strap of the bag on her shoulder, and waves as she follows the other two cheerios.
Smiling after the blonde, Rachel finally makes her way to the choir room, dropping by her locker first to grab her notebook and to leave her homework. Smiling as she sets about warming up her voice, loving the feeling of excitement coursing through her body.
20 minutes later, Santana comes barreling into the room, "Okay Berry, I've got 10 minutes before I start being missed out on the field."
Rachel smirks and then they're both quickly making their way out of the choir room.
15 minutes later finds Rachel back alone in the choir room and Santana back out on the field reinforcing orders from the HBIC as if nothing had happened.
At 7:45 the trio makes their way into the choir room, met by a rather surprised looking Rachel, "I didn't expect to see you three early today."
Santana grimaces and Quinn scowls, "We aren't nearly finished today. This morning was just a precursor. She had us run suicides, laps, do sit ups and pushups. We didn't even get around to doing any of the routines; that she's saving for after school. She's going through her 'cheerios are endurance machines and do not feel fatigue' phase."
She flops down on one of the chairs as the other two cheerios decide to sprawl out across a few chairs.
"We're not going to be going home until really late." Brittany says pouting slightly.
Santana turns her head to look at the blonde, "If I could B, I'd be rubbing her hand, but I can't right now so pretend I am."
Rachel raises an eyebrow, and Quinn quickly explains, "Seeing as S and B are my seconds in command, Coach figured we should be rode the hardest."
Rachel smiles and lightly corrects, "Ridden. And that is pretty intense. But usually you're all rather exhilarated after practice. I know you're tired but you don't usually show it."
Santana growls out, "Usually practice isn't this bad. And you're not just anybody. If anyone else was here we'd be sucking it up."
Brittany sits up from her laying down position, "Plus coach made S do extra suicides for taking an extra minute to come back from putting a vacuum cleaner bag in Ms Pillsbury's office."
The diva's eyes snap towards Santana immediately, who at least had the decency to look somewhat slightly guilty, "Whatevs. It's like shock treatment. She needs ta loosen up."
The diva shakes her head slightly but doesn't address the fact that what Santana had went along with was rather mean, seeing as the Latina did seem sorry, even if she didn't voice it.
"Well then I suppose you should just ensure that you refrain from being late to practice. Also you should take it easy and conserve your energy for the rest of the day."
Quinn rolls her eyes good naturedly and smirks, "Right, because we didn't figure that out for ourselves."
Rachel gives the blonde a fleeting glance, sticks her tongue out at her and grins, before returning her gaze back to Santana, "And you should try and stay off of her radar."
The Latina laughs sardonically, "Berry, you're talking to the second in command. The Lieutenant. I'm always on the radar."
Brittany gets up and walks over to Santana and pulls her up from her laying position, and takes the seat where the Latina's head was resting before allowing her to lay back down, placing her head onto the blonde's lap.
