"What?!" Santana's voice screams from behind me.
"Santana, go find Q a uniform," Sue says, not looking up.
Santana storms off with Brittany at her heels. I run to catch up and follow them into Sue's office. Santana goes through some drawers and pulls out a box, then shoves it roughly into my arms. She pushes past me. "Santana, wait!" I yell after her.
She turns and glares at me. "Yes, Captain?"
"Look, I don't want us to be enemies," I say, and she scoffs. "Really! Actually, we could be friends." She still doesn't look convinced, so I add, "And, I'm new to the Cheerios. I might need, oh I don't know, maybe a co-captain?"
A smile appears on her face, "Really?"
"Yeah. You up for the job?"
"Of course!" Santana grins. "Maybe we...maybe we could be friends."
Okay, I know Santana's been nothing but a bitch to me, but I really didn't need someone on the Cheerios fighting me. Plus, Santana's bitchiness on my side could be really useful. I start to walk away, but she grabs my arm. "We wear our uniforms to school, but I think you could use something to wear on the weekends."
Santana and Brittany look at each other and chorus, "Shopping!"
* * *
I stumble inside my house, bags covering my arms. Santana and Brittany follow me, carrying more of my bags. "Mom!" I yell. "I'm home, and I've brought friends!"
My mom comes in from around the corner. "I'm not surprised. Rachel's always-" She breaks off when she sees Santana and Brittany. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think I've met you before. I'm Mrs. Fabray."
Santana smiles. "Hello, Mrs. Fabray. I'm Santana and this is Brittany."
My mom smiles back hesitantly, staring in confusion at their Cheerios uniforms.
"Oh, yeah, by the way Mom, I'm Head Cheerio," I say quickly, and pull Santana and Brittany upstairs to my bedroom before she can say anything. I collapse on my bed, and Britt and Santana sit down beside me. "That was really fun," I say.
Santana smiles. "The fun's not over yet," she says mischievously.
"What?"
"You're getting a make over!" Brittany exclaims.
"Uh oh," I say, but laugh.
Santana makes me sit down and gets a huge make-up bag out of her purse. Before I can do anything, Santana and Britt get to work. They pluck my eyebrows, straighten my hair, put mascara and pink lip gloss on me, and help me put in contacts. When they're done, I barely recognize the girl in the mirror. I look...pretty.
"You look amazing," Brittany says.
"Just wait until the people at school see you," Santana adds.
I smile. I couldn't wait for school tomorrow. I couldn't wait for Sam to see me. For Sam to see the new me.
