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𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Ever since Aerin's outburst in the choir room, the pair had barley talked, and that made Aerin miserable.

She felt super conflicted, one part of her wanted to shout at Quinn for abandoning their friendship for her flimsy brother, but another part of her wanted Quinn to be happy, the Fabray deserved all the happiness and content in the world. But why did it have to be with the one person who had the same DNA as her, their were a lot better suitors for Quinn at McKinley.

Aerin watched from her locker as Atticus and Quinn played tonsil tennis with their tongues, Quinn's body firmly pressed up against Atticus's locker. It was so unusual of Quinn to freely make-out with a guy in the middle of a packed hallway, she had always used to tell Aerin about how unladylike it was to do that, Atticus was changing her.

"It's weird to you too right ?" Sam sighed as stood next to Aerin at her locker, she felt remorse for poor Sam, he obviously still had leftover feelings for Quinn but she was way too 'head over heels' for her lame brother to even care.

Aerin turned to face Sam as she held her textbooks tightly in her hand, "What does she see in him, he smells like Lynx body spray and old kale"

Sam leaned up against a locker to try and avoid looking at the pair, loosing Quinn still hurt him on the inside.

" I guess he's got the charm, and the muscles, and I bet he tells killer knock-knock jokes"

Aerin swung her books on her right arm as she reached to pat Sam's shoulder, " Your way better than him Sam, a clear 10/10"

A warm smile of appreciation soon formed on the blonde's face, he raised his fist for a fist bump and Aerin laughed before raising her own fist as well to fist bump him back. Though Sam and Aerin had little in common they still managed to make their friendship work.

" So what class do you have now ?" Aerin asked as the pair walked down the hallway towards Mr.Schuester's Spanish classroom.

"I have, uh...Home Economics" Sam mumbled, Aerin stopped in her tracks, she lets out a large snort. When she saw the embarrassed look on Sam's face she quickly calmed herself down. It took her by surprise, Aerin could never imagine Sam baking soufflé's and wearing those cute polka dot aprons.

"Why are you, in Home Economics ?" Aerin chortled, Sam pulled out a red slip signed by Emma Pillsbury. Sam then hands the note to her, "I'm failing Math, and after I moved I missed a lot of school. It was either home economics or computer science, I think I made the right choice"

Aerin had about 20 comebacks to his response, but for her own moral, she decided to keep them to herself. As the pair approached Schuester's front door Sam tapped the Cline on her shoulder, "Can I ask you for a favour?"

"Go ahead, blonde biebs, " Aerin replied as she reached to ruffle Sam's hair, it was one of her favourite things to do to Sam. She mainly loved how his nose would scrunch up with annoyance, they had a little sister big brother dynamic even though they were the same age.

"Would you help me, in Maths ? Brittany told me to ask you, since she copies off you all the time," Sam asked.

Aerin didn't know if she should be happy about Sam wanting to be tutored by her or mad at the fact Britt had been copying of her papers during tests whenever she said she needed to 'borrow a pencil'.

"Sure, I'll gladly tutor you. but I don't work for free Samuel," Aerin answered back with a small smirk on her face, Sam raised an eyebrow at the girl, "Uhm, I don't think Santana would appreciate it if we-"

"No, God I didn't mean that" Aerin replied with horror, Sam sighed a breath of relief before the two returned back to their conversation.

"I meant you do something for me in return, like as payment instead of money," Aerin explained, Sam stroked his chin as he thought of something to do for his blonde counterpart.

"I could mow your lawn ?" Sam suggested, Aerin shook her head, she didn't want Sam to do manual labour for her. She racked her brain for something Sam could do, something that would benefit her, a favour that would help her out, eureka ! ; she knew exactly what she wanted from Sam.

" Let me fill in for you on the team," Aerin grinned

" Oh I don't know if I can do that, Aerin" Sam replied with uncertainty

"Why ?" Aerin voiced as she took a step closer to Sam, "Do you have a problem with females playing male dominated sports ?"

Sam looked at her with worry, he had no intentions of offending his friend, if she wanted to join he wouldn't stop at any cost.

"No, I'm all for girl power, girls rule the world," Sam advocated, "You'll have to talk to Coach Bieste about trying out for the team, if she thinks you've got game then she'll probably shoe you in"

Aerin ran her hand through her hair, this was going to be a lot harder then she had expected. Before she could reply to Sam the bell rang over the two, Mr Schuester steps out of his classroom as he approached Sam and Aerin to remind them that second period was starting, "You're late Aerin"

Aerin rolled her eyes as she turned around the face Schuester, "The bell just rang, I can't be late"

Mr Schue tapped his foot with impatience, not wanting to piss him of for a second time this week she sighed and made her way into the classroom.

"Bye, Aerin" Sam called out

Aerin turned to wave the blonde off, "Bye Sam, bake me something nice in Home Economics !"

"𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 ?" Mr Schue inquired to his bored students, most had fallen asleep on their desks. Aerin's attentions were mostly on Santana, the pair passed cute notes to each other  in secret. Most read about how much they missed each other even if they were sitting on opposite sides of the classroom. Others were about the kids in the class, or Santana's opinions on their outfits and style choices.

Puck raised his hand, which shocked Aerin as he normally wouldn't even know what language this class was in.

"Yes Puck ?" Mr Schue asked with confusion, Puck lowered his hand, "I'm gonna take a long shot and guess it's Madrid ?"

Schuester clapped his hands, "Nicely done, Puckerman !"

Puck sat back in his chair with pride, which made Aerin roll her eyes. Anybody with a brain cell would've been able to answer that correctly, but then again, this was Noah Puckerman, the same guy who thought 'buenos dias' was a fancy way of saying you want nachos.

Santana puts down her nail filer in frustration, "When are you going to ask us questions that are going to actually challenge us, Schuester ?"

Aerin couldn't help but nod in agreement with her girlfriend, Mr Schue was probably one of the worst Spanish teachers she'd ever had. Most of his lessons revolved around the kids either repeating everything he said or he would teach them Spanish phrases at a 1st Grade level.

"Santana, Mr Schuester's trying his best, I don't think that it's fair to put him down like that-" Finn spoke up

"Zip it, Tubbers, I'm not done talking," Santana snapped, cutting off Finn who sunk into his seat.

"Getting us to repeat the same 5 sentences every class won't help us learn crap, it just makes your lessons more time consuming, it's exhausting, you're exhausting !" Santana felt a non-existence weight lift off her shoulders after her mini-rant, she had been meaning to tell Mr Schuester that for some time.

Mr Schue straightened his tie as all his students looked up at him for his response to Santana's outburst, clearing his throat, he replied, "Open your textbooks to page 40, work on the assignments in there, I'll be at my desk if you have any questions"

Typical Schuester, he was always one to ignore something when he was in the wrong. Aerin looked over at Santana to give her a thumbs up for putting Schuester in his place, he rightfully deserved to learn some home truths.

Matt Rutherford, who had been sketching on the binding of his Spanish textbook, tapped Aerin's shoulder. The honey blonde averted her eyes towards him, "Hey, Matt you've been quiet today, are you good ?"

"Yeah, I'm just saving my voice," Matt replied, Aerin raised a brow at the boy, "For...what ?"

"Mr Schue asked me to perform one last song for the Glee Club, before I go. I was surprised when he asked since he usually never even notices me half the time"

Aerin was going to miss Matt, she loved her daily conversations with him during Spanish lessons. And she adored it when he would tell her all the drama that was going on in the Glee Club, he was her one source of entertainment in this hell hole, besides Brittany.

"I'm going to miss you, Matty," Aerin replied softly as she punched Matt on the shoulder.

"I'll miss you too, but what I won't miss is you punching me in the arm," Matt chuckled as he rubbed his shoulder to ease the burning sensation that had come from Aerin's mighty punch.

"I'm actually throwing a party tomorrow, a going away party, you and Santana are totally invited," Matt chimed, Aerin sat up in her seat, " really ? I'm totally there !"

◜ -ˋˏ 𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ! ˎˊ- ◝
hey bbys I hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter <3
I've been on a disney + binge all day lmao, so sorry for the lacklustre ending
hope you all have a good day , roro loves u <3