Hope that the story appeals to you so far~ :) Please review? I don't own anything! (I'll be using a Spanish song here, so I'm going to be using the translation/real lyrics.)

Chapter 5

Sara looked down at her watch strapped onto her wrist. It was one-thirty, exactly. Weren't gentlemen supposed to always be prompt and on time? Besides, this was the Host Club we were talking about. They were always trying to please ladies, so… where were they? Huh? She stared at the door from her seat on the windowsill as if willing it to open up. The sun was pouring through the window, and Sara could see down, down below at the spring grass that was glinting bright green. Wildflowers and roses and daisies and…

BAM!

The practice room door burst open and Sara's head jerked in that direction. There they were: the whole Host Club, all bustling into the room in the most unfashionable way. Sara stood up, her whole entire ballet attire already ready to go. She walked over to the Host Club in her pointe shoes, inspected the group from a few feet away, and sighed. "What is this?"

The Host Club was dressed in their usual Ouran Academy uniform, totally unprepared and inexperienced. They all just stood there, Tamaki in the front. "We are here and ready to go, Sara!"

"Ummm… no, you aren't. Why are you guys still in your uniform?" Sara said it so horridly that Tamaki flinched as if she had went over and slapped him. Okay, so maybe she had been a bit harsh, but still. If Tamaki wanted to learn, he should've at least done some research and maybe gotten the correct clothing for Ballet.

A little boy—Honey, Sara recalled from Alexis's introduction late last night—piped up, "Then what are we supposed to do?" He stared up at Sara with his cute, googly eyes and almost made her heart melt. Wait—no, she wasn't falling for these stupid tricks. Get to business, Sara, she scolded herself.

"Maybe we should, uh…"

"You guys should come with US!" A voice came from the other side of the room. Weird, Sara thought. She hadn't seen any—

Alexis walked out of the shadows behind the curtains, her headphones dangling from her neck. A long skinny white cord snaked from the headphones into something in her pocket. Probably an iPod or something. She was wearing skinny jeans, Converses, and a big, loose, and baggy white T-shirt with paint splatters all over it, as if she had been painting. Huge golden hoops hung from her ears and lots of bits and bangles were on her wrists. Thick bands of silver and gold, plus a number of intricately decorated barrettes in her hair, pushing it "upwards" and making it look really cool. Her makeup was done perfectly, and her step had some kind of skip to it. Or maybe that was how models walked? Sara had no clue.

Tamaki frowned at the sight of his sister. "What exactly are you wearing?"

"Clothes and jewelry!" Alexis sounded surprised, like she didn't know her brother was such an idiot. She spread her arms out wide, and the bracelets on her wrists made a cool jingling sound. The sun bounced off all the jewelry.

While Tamaki continued to frown at his sister with a disapproving look, Alexis began talking, "So, we're having a performance in a few minutes in the auditorium. I was just wondering if you guys would like to come and watch. After all, we do have Nationals coming in a few weeks." She stuck her hands in the butt pockets of her jeans.

The Host Club just stared. Sara started, "Well, we're actually busy—"

"Of course!" The two Hitachiin twins walked forward and looped their arms through Alexis's. "We'll definitely come!"

"It would be our honor," Hikaru whispered in Alexis's ear.

Tamaki just stood there, dumbfounded. He reached a hand out. "Guys, I don't think that is such a—"

Kaoru waved the "king" off. "Let's just go! It'll be fun!" And just like that, the twins and Alexis walked off, leaving the door swinging behind them.

Sara's shoulders slumped. Alexis had just ruined her teaching hour. "I guess we have to follow," she said warily.

In the auditorium…

"Como puede ser verdad," Alexis whispered, the music starting. All was dark, with neon lights beginning to flash as the Host Club and Sara (who had quickly gone back to her room and changed out of her ballet clothes) piled into the seats of the auditorium.

Surprisingly, even though she had no idea what they were saying, Sara thought the song was terrific. From what she could make out, it was a Spanish song. It had a good beat, and she recognized it as a Madonna song. Her father used to play lots of Spanish music, and this was one of the songs he often played throughout the day and night. Sometimes he would even take Sara up from her seat and dance with her, teaching her to salsa through motions, not through words. And now Sara could see that the Glee Club had split into pairs, doing the salsa with motions completely in sync.

"Tropical the island breeze, all of nature wild and free," they all sang. The neon lights flashed everywhere. Sara gasped.

Was that Haruhi up there, too?

Who knew that Haruhi would actually want to join the Glee Club! This was totally not good. They were new to the National Academy of Dance, and they needed to popular, not looked down upon because they attended Glee Club meetings! What was her friend thinking?

"Your Spanish lullaby," they finished off, all the lights dying down. Then, the lights went back on again, and everyone stood up and clapped. Some people even called for an encore, but Alexis made an announcement saying that all the students were to continue with their schedules and that there was no more playing hooky. Sara had to smile at that. But why was she smiling?

Besides, Alexis had totally brainwashed Haruhi and made her join Glee Club. Something about this girl was totally not cool. And it was giving Sara the creeps.

Back in the dorm room…

"Phew!" Haruhi walked into the room, sweeping off her Panama hat and throwing it onto her bed. She plopped down onto her mattress and fanned herself with her hand. Beads of sweat were trailing down her face. "All that dancing!"

Sara looked up from her Algebra textbook. "So you joined Glee Club, huh?" She tried not to make her voice sound haughty like it did whenever she got frustrated about something.

Haruhi nodded, breathing out of her mouth. She got up, and after returning her hat to the hanger, Haruhi grabbed some random clothes out of her wardrobe and starting changing. Sara was unfazed; she just looked back down at her Algebra textbook and focused on the problems that the teacher had assigned them.

"It was so fun! You should join, too!"

Sara didn't look up. "Nah. I've got um, other another extracurricular."

Her friend raised an eyebrow up. Sara could tell that she was a bit suspicious, but she wouldn't ask. She didn't invade on things that weren't her business.

"Hey, Haruhi! Glee Club meeting in five, alright?" Sara heard Alexis's voice, and had to keep herself from grimacing. Was she trying to steal her friend?

She expected Haruhi to blow it off, and maybe hang out with her instead, but…

"Sure! Okay, give me five minutes."

Just what was happening to her friend, exactly?