I'm sitting in class waiting for it to end so I can go to Glee. Rachel will be there, which is something I'm not ready for, but I really need to talk to her. The bell rings and I'm the first out of the door. Rachel is seriously running me in circles with these kisses that's been happening as of late. God, she drives me crazy! Ever since we lost Nationals last year and when B and I patch things up at the end of the school year something happened...

Santana stood at her locker after talking with Brittany. Her feelings still a little frazzled... Brittany only wanted her as a friend. Leaning back against her locker, Santana banged her head back against it in frustration. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to do something other than stand in the hallway like a buffoon.

So she did; she decided to run. Since school ended in those next few minutes she ended her last day of school early. She ran down the halls with such speed and so blindly she ran into someone she really had no intentions of running into.

"Watch where you're going dwarf, I'm in no mood to deal with the young and the hopeless," Santana spat with enough venom to match a viper. Her sneer in place, arms crossed with her hair shrouded over her right shoulder as she stared the small diva down with malice. Suffice to say; she wasn't over the kiss fiasco quite yet.

"Sorry Santana, it won't happen again." Rachel pushed her way through Santana's glare and ran without another word. That's when she took in the smaller girl's appearance. The tiny diva was drenched in a multitude of different color slushies. Somehow this had upset Santana, so she followed her. By the time Santana caught up to Rachel, she saw her entering the bathroom.

"Ok, midget. What the hell was that? Where do you get..." she was cut off by the tiny diva.

"I'm tired of your shit Santana. All you and Quinn do is ridicule me and make me feel worthless. For what? Hell if I know! I'm tired of it and it needs to stop." Rachel gave the Latina the most fiercest glares she has ever seen. It stirred something inside her; something that had been dormant since her sophomore year.

"Ok then." Santana then proceeded to help Rachel clean up, much to the diva's surprise. Santana enjoyed the feeling of the shorter girl's hair between her fingers, a little too much if you asked her, and before she knew it they were done. Rachel gave her a hesitate look of thanks as she left and all Santana could do was watch. The stirring feeling presented itself even more as she still felt Rachel's hair between her fingers. She left the bathroom without a sound.

That day I realized what I felt for her. Even then she drove me crazy.

As I rush for the choir room, I stop and see Finn giving me a dirty look.

"Do you have eye problems? Oh wait, you do. Both of them are trying to shut due to the beat-downs you've been getting lately."

"You need to stay away from her Santana." He says seriously. "You're no good for her."

"Dude are you fucking stupid? Nevermind I know the answer to that. One, me and Rachel are friends; Two, you were never good for her, and three, remember who gave you that busted lip and those shiners. Do we need a repeat?" I don't wait for an answer as I walk away.

I walk into the choir room and I'm the first one here. I sit in the top row waiting for people to file in. One particular person really.

And there she is.

"Santana... you're early," she says with surprise laced in her voice.

"So are you."

"Yeah but I'm always early," point taken bonita.

"We need to talk." I pat the seat next to me and she gets my gesture and sits beside me. "What are you doing?" I start.

"Getting out my music for today's lesson." She's playing coy. Soooo not the time.

"No I meant with the kisses. I..." I'm cut off by the sound of people filing in and soon Mr. Shuester.

"Okay guys today's lesson were going to talk about freedom. There's a saying. If you love someone let them be free and if it's meant to be they will come back. I want you all to pick a song that describes the saying or any other form of freedom." Rachel raises her hand at this.

"Mr. Shue, I have a song."

"Ok Rachel, take it away." He says as he makes way for her to take the spotlight. Everbody groans and I growl at them. They shut up pretty quickly.

"This song is called Flight of The Superstar."

Everytime I see the stars shine down, I think of her, the life she lives, today,"

I watch her as she moves and I listen.

Made a deal to trade her life, for fame, a superstar, inside her when she plays,

This song sounds familiar... I know! It's the song she was dancing to at my house! This is by that band Cold.

Did you see her flow, did you see a spark, did you see her go, did she break your heart,

She sings the song so beautifully it breaks my heart and mends it all in one. Her movements captivate me and her voice touches my soul. Why am I pushing her away again? Oh yeah... Broadway.

She finishes the song with a belting climax and Mr. Shue stands up in an ovation.

"Wow! Rachel! I love that you took a step outside of your normal genre. I'm impressed," but she doesn't hear him. She's looking straight at me. She walks up to me, grabs me by collar, and whispers,

"When you look at me like that I can't help but to kiss you," and she does and I'm not stopping her.