Coach Sylvester was not someone you fought with often, but you did get into trouble, according to her. If using a photocopier was a problem...

Now you were hanging around the field where the cheerleaders, aka the Cheerios, were training. You recognized some faces, obviously. Santana, Brittany and Quinn Fabray. God bless Quinn Fabray.

She was everything everyone wanted. You hadn't had that many interactions with her, unfortunately. But it looked like Coach Sylvester's punishment did the trick. The blonde came toward you as you were taking a break from the laps.

"Hey, running is not your thing." She said simply as she drank her water. You frowned with confusion and a slight smile.