In the hallways of the place some call a hellhole, people were walking to their next class in a rushed manner. Something was going down, something that was even bigger than Coach Sue going on an eleven minute rampage. With super sized slushees in hand Azimio and Karofsky made their way to the music room. The room would soon house the infamous Glee club but, as of now Karofsky and Azimio were the only ones to inhabit it. As the bell let out a shrill warning ring peoples' walks began to quicken. Rachel Berry is the first one in as always. Less than 15 seconds pass and she is met with two grape slushees. Both of them land a direct hit and began to drip on her white reindeer sweater. Normally, she wouldn't be so careless and wear white to school but, ever since the Unholy Trinity - Quinn, Santana, and Brittany- joined Glee the number of slushee facials she gets has greatly decreased.

In strolls the Unholy Trinity, just as the jocks leave. The Unholy Trinity are the closest things to royalty at McKinley. Anyone would kill to be part of the group. The three Cheerios had a perfect balance within their group. Quinn was the leader and personified what society sees as perfection -at least till she got knocked up by Noah Puckerman-, Santana was her right hand girl and was extremely quick to anger, and lastly, there is Brittany, she is pretty much Santana's exact opposite, she is sweet, innocent, and eerily knows more about someone's feelings than they do themselves.

Okay so, now that the scene is set I'll let the actual story begin.

Santana's POV

"Hey, look Q, someone made a Berry popsicle." I sneer at Berry and watch her face contort into something like a grimace. Q nods here head in acknowledgement and Britt just gives me her sad pouty face. You would think by now I would be immune to it but, she will always be my kryptonite. I see Hobbit run off to wherever and walk up to my seat in the back and wait for the rest of the losers to file in. Finally Mr. Schue saunters in wearing a ridiculous striped vest. On the assignment board he dramatically writes the word "acting". RuPaul somehow appears and starts ranting about how easy the assignment is going to be and how she is destined to get a Tony before she turns 30.

"Okay. Listen up everybody, something has come to my attention and it needs to be addressed." Mr. Schue starts as the class sighs, knowing that he is about to go on and on about something he is also guilty of. "Lately I have been noticing how bad you treat each other even though you know next to nothing about each other. You've all been super judgmental and I think it's time to put an end to it." Before he can open his big mouth and continue berating us I take it upon myself to stop him.

"Look we get that we can all be mean to each other but, some people deserve a little misery such as, RuPaul and Finnocence. However, you are being a complete hypocrite in saying that we are judgmental when, you clearly judge us and have favorites."

"Santana, that is not the point, and I'm shocked that you would think I have favorites! Anyway, this week's lesson is different than all of the other ones. To put yourselves in another person's shoes we are doing an acting exercise. You will pick a name out of the hat and you will have to act exactly like that person for a month. That includes dressing differently as well." I have to cut off his idea, it's delirious.

"There is no way that anyone will go along with you crazy plan." I state as he looks at me with his signature disappointed face.

"Come on Santana, just go with it. To sweeten the deal, the pair that best portrays each other gets a $100 gift card to Breadstix." He says as I accept his offer.

We all line up as he pulls out two hats, one for the boys and Kurt, the other for the girls. The female Asian goes up first and pulls out a slip of paper reading Quinn. I laugh at this pair because, there is no way Q could rock the goth style. I go next and hope I draw Brittany or even Mercedes, I would rather do 100 suicides in Cheerios practice than put on an argyle sweater. I read the small piece of paper and instantly throw it on the floor as if it burned me.

"Good luck with being someone who dresses like a colorblind toddler!" I hear Quinn laugh at my predicament. Rachel for her part is rather quiet and sits in the corner frowning slightly. I stop listening after I grab my piece of paper and accept that my life is over. According to the pairings are as follows: Tina and Q, me and Treasure Trail, Britt and Mercedes, Artie and Finn, Mike and Kurt, and Sam and Puck.

"Okay, now that you have your partners then, go ahead and interview them. Start with basic questions to really get to know who you will become for the month."

Man hands comes up to me and looks scared out of her mind. I find it funny and glare at her. She taps her pencil on her to the beat of Funny Girl. I sigh one last time and open my notebook with the mentality that the sooner we start the sooner I can go home and get my cuddles on with Britt.

"Start the questions Hobbit." I say in a voice that is devoid of emotion.

"What is your favorite color ?"

I answer instantly, "Gold." She nods but looks at me strangely for a millisecond before I ask her a question.

"What is your favorite animal?" I ask this thinking about how I promised to take B to the duck pond tomorrow.

"Well, since you asked so bluntly," I roll my eyes at her dramatics but, I don't interrupt,"My favorite animal will always be a songbird for it sings beautiful music for everyone to enjoy and even when someone tries to silence it's perfect melody it just sings louder." I really shouldn't have excepted anything else from her. Berry is a songbird in every way.

Glee goes by rather quickly and I soon leave knowing a lot more about Berry than I ever thought I would be forced to know. When I leave the choir room a realization hits me. How am I going to explain my horrendous argyle sweater -which I will totally rock- to Coach Sue?