Okay so I think I've decided on this title, it was originally going to be Otherside which is a song that you all should listen to by the way, it's by Macklemore, but I just thought this sounded better. Anyhow, this is the sequel to my other fic titled 'Wake', so I'd suggest reading that before starting on this one.

Santana's POV

This was it. New York University. I was standing in the middle of the dorm just looking up at the walls, the architecture, and the paintings hanging around. Quinn was going to hate this place. I was used to places I hated, I didn't care that I had to share a room with Claire Bowers, some chick from San Francisco who thinks she's the next Lana Del Rey. I didn't even care that my floor was coed and I might be in a shower stall next to some dirty jock from Texas, all that mattered was that I had finally made it out of Ohio.

I was lucky that first year students got their stuff moved up to their room by seniors, which meant that Olivia and I were able to settle all of my things in a little over an hour. "Check you out college student." Olivia said as she laid down on my bed. I didn't like the bedspread it was far too girly and it'd probably give Claire the impression that I was the Saturday night shopping spree kind of girl, which I wasn't.

"Yea check me out." I said with a small smile. It's true that the only reason I ended up here was because my father pushed me so hard in school, but it doesn't matter because I'm here because of my accomplishments, not his. "Quinn texted and said she was still three hours away."

"Quinn texted you, I thought you were at odds with that whole group." Olivia said quirking an eyebrow. It was true, I'd been totally distant from everyone for awhile now, but I needed Brittany to stay balanced, and Quinn needed me just as much as I needed her, it was only Charlie that had avoided me for basically the latter half of the summer. It's not that I didn't mind, because I did, but I didn't know how to approach things anymore.

"Just Charlie…I talked to Rachel about a week ago, we went out and got coffee and surprisingly it wasn't awkward. We just talked about school, music…it was nice." I explained and Olivia nodded her head just before she checked her watch.

"Hey, I gotta get going, I've got a midnight deadline. Call me tonight and let me know if everything is okay." I gave my sister a quick hug before she left my new dorm room and I took the spot on the bed that she previously occupied. I got out my phone just in case Quinn decided to call or Brittany and Charlie got lost on the way to their apartment.

I only had the luxury of peace and quiet for a total of five minutes before two very large Italians came barging into the room caring suitcases and boxes of things. I figured Claire would be coming up within seconds and I was right. Claire was a mix of Phoebe Tonkin and Mila Kunis in looks, but from our three sky calls I could just tell that she was totally unpredictable. "Oh my god! Santana, you're already here!" She wrapped her arms around me in a deathly gripping hug while simultaneously squealing. I wanted to cut my ears off. "Just look at you, just the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen in my life." She said before walking over and telling one of the movers that they needed to be careful with the last two boxes.

"Thanks." I muttered before returning to my spot on my bed.

"We've got to go out tonight. Our first night in New York, it's got to be special. Do you know any places?" Claire asked as she went over to the full length mirror on the back of our door and checked her makeup. The two guys left without even saying a word and I rolled my eyes and just thought they had the classic New York attitude.

"Yea, once my friend gets here, we can all go our together." Claire started making her bed, but stopped as soon I mentioned the word friend.

"Oh a friend? Like a boyfriend or something? I'm not really good at third-wheeling." She told me honestly.

"No, god no I wouldn't do that. She's just my friend from Ohio, nothing like that." I wanted to tell Claire how I thought that maybe they should just go out together because I figured Quinn and Claire would actually get along. Quinn was slightly more edgy, and Claire was slightly more annoying, but I think Claire and I weren't really that similar.

"Good, thank God." She said. My phone buzzed and I saw that I had a text from Quinn.

[From Quinn]: Red a-fucking-lert, I just arrived and my roommate is listening to Marilyn Manson! Belle is a Nazi freak. I repeat, Belle is not a Disney princess she is a Nazi.

I laughed and wished that Quinn would've called and said that so I could tell her how ridiculous she was being. Quinn was on the second floor of the dorm room while I was on the forth, it was pretty night having her be so close and we could hang out all the time.

[To Quinn]: Put on a tight dress, let your hair down, and come up to my room. Claire wants to go out to a club. Invite your Nazi, but be here in 10.

"So your parents didn't help you move in here?" Of course my parents didn't either, but at least I had Olivia.

"No, they're into the whole independence thing. It's kind of wonderful." Claire said. She was already wearing a green dress, perfect for clubbing, and I wasn't really into the whole clubbing scene so I always just stuck with what I was wearing anyway. I decided it'd be best to just go to a straight club, so I wouldn't freak out Claire within the first few hours of us meeting, not that I really cared what she thought of me.

Quinn arrived seven minutes later, all dressed up with earrings on and everything, and I was going to tell her that she looked like a knockout, but she was already ranting as she walked through the door. "A Nazi, a friggin Nazi. She told me that she wakes up at 4 am and chants while she does yoga. I can't deal with it."

"Stop being a lunatic for a sec will ya?" I stood up and turned Quinn's shoulders so she could see Claire. "Quinn, this is Claire, Claire this is my friend Quinn." Quinn went for a handshake but Claire went for a hug, it was awkward, but in a good way, and we all laughed about it as we started heading out.

This would be fun. It was a new experience. It was a new change, we'd finally made it. I'd finally escaped.

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Charlie's POV

"It's late Britt, how do you know it's even opened?" For once Brittany was being the rebel and for once I was trying to avoid getting in trouble. In Lima, a lot of the cops knew my name, in New York this was another ball game and I was just learning the rules. Brittany didn't seem to care, and she probably didn't have to, one look at her innocent face and anyone would let her go.

I was really starting to reconsider keeping my hair pink.

"Of course it's opened; studios are usually opened at all hours. Dancers get inspiration at all times." Brittany exclaimed happily as she twirled in the air and landed on the ground gracefully. I didn't know if I should stop and watch her or continue following her.

"Even at 2 in the morning?" I joked as I jogged to catch up to her.

"It's 2:13 Charlie." Brittany corrected me as we reached the main studio at Julliard. I held my breath as Brittany reached to open the door, I expected it to be locked, or for an alarm to go off, but instead it opened and Brittany ran inside with me following her. This was clearly why she insisted on wearing yoga pants and a tank top all day, even when I thought we were going to bed.

I can safely say that I've never seen such a beautiful space. And I've been in a million studios all over the country because I went to about 20 of Brittany's auditions so I could support her through this whole process. This studio was huge though, and it overlooked the street below, with perfect floors and even bars surrounding the whole open space. "Isn't it amazing?" Brittany said taking my hands and spinning me around.

"Not as amazing as you." I replied getting a playful smack on the arm from Brittany. "What?"

"Stop being so cute so I can concentrate." She warned me as she kicked off her shoes and bent over to stretch.

"Is this a free show or do I have to pay?" I asked her from the other side of the room. I heard her laugh and figured she didn't mind my little distractions, but she actually enjoyed them. I grabbed her shoes and sat down on the ground and watching as she spun in what seemed like a thousand circles, occasionally flipping, or jumping, or changing directions.

I thought about shouting out you're perfect to her, but I know she's heard it a thousand times from me and I wondered if it ever gets old.

I never thought that I'd be sitting in a dance studio in New York watching my girlfriend practice at 3 in the morning. I never thought that I'd be in New York. I never thought I'd have a girlfriend.

The one thing I did think, though, was that Santana and I would be closer friends. It just all changed too quickly, I overstepped, but I was only looking out for her. I wanted her to be happy, I thought Rachel made her happy, and maybe she did, but something happened this summer that changed everything.

More secrets. That's all I saw when Santana looked me in the eye and it scared me, but mostly it just hurt me. Couldn't we get past this? I didn't want to lose a friend, especially not Santana, but she was slipping away and I could see it. I kind of just wanted to fight. Just to punch her a few times, and for her to punch me a few times too, that's how things should be settled, it would be easier than just talking it out, and we both knew it.

"Charlie, you've got that look on your face." Brittany said sliding over next to me on the floor. Her hair was in a loose bun, it was the way she wore it when she was doing hip-hop dancing, or when she was watching cartoons on Saturday morning. I smiled and kissed her instead of responding, because I didn't want to worry her, I just wanted to keep loving her. "What are you thinking about?" She asked as she rested her head on my shoulder and held onto my hand.

"I have to start looking for a job tomorrow."

"You don't have to. My parents are paying for our apartment-."

"No, I want to take care of you." I told her placing a sweet kiss on her forehead. "Plus I need to keep busy, I'm doing it for myself too." Brittany nodding in understanding. "We should go back home." Brittany looked up at me with a huge smile spreading across her face. "What?"

"It's just nice to hear you say home." She pressed her lips against mine. "Our home." She whispered before dragging me up to my feet and wrapping her arms around me.

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Quinn's POV

First day of field hockey practice and I'm hung over. Not a good way to start out, but also not awful. I was good, no I was better, than I remembered, and it also helped that Santana had trained the hell out of me to get me prepared. I could tell the coach was impressed, but she wasn't going to hand out free compliments.

It wasn't until I scored my third goal in the scrimmage that I started really getting some recognition from the other girls. "Hey, nice job Fabray." Michelle Berg yelled as she subbed in for me so I could get some rest. I ran over to the bench and grabbed a water bottle. I didn't want to sit down so I stood and drank the water, while still watching the game.

"You're really good." I turned and saw a girl sitting on the bench with crutches in her hand. She had dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes, and her smile was actually genuine unlike a few of the other girls. We did introductions this morning and I don't remember seeing this girl or hearing her name. "I'm Marley; I wasn't here earlier for introductions. I tore my ACL in the spring, so now I'm honorary water girl." Her smile was sort of contagious, but I didn't even understand why she was so happy, if she was out for the season.

"I'm Quinn." I said wondering if Coach Marlow cared if we talked on the bench, or if she was one of those ladies who wanted silence and intense focus. "Are you a senior or…?" I just thought about how awful it would be if I got hurt during my last year of college and I felt pretty awful for Marley.

"Oh no, I'm just a sophomore." Marley responded. "But you'd better be careful out there. You're showing up some seniors, I just don't want drama for you so soon." I was thankful that she was looking out for me, and I could tell that we'd be friends on the team. She seemed sweet and I wondered if she would help show me the ropes.

"Yea that Rebecca chick, tried to take me out back there." Marley smiled and patted the spot next to her, which I took without a second thought.

"Rebecca has always had it out for freshmen; she's kind of like the big shot on the team. If you're really competitive then she'll like you, if you're not she'll hate you, it's that simple." Marley explained.

"Well does she like you?" I asked.

"No, she hates me." Marley's smile grew. "I can't help it. It's just about having fun for me, not destroying other people." I understood, I didn't agree, but I certainly understood. "After practice a lot of the girls go eat lunch at this place called Romero's, it's got everything…you should come too."

"Yea I'll definitely think about it."

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Rachel's POV

Two seconds into the class and already Ms. July is all over me. I've never heard anyone act so rude for no apparent reason. She thought I was a hick, she thought that she was so great and wonderful just because she came from New York. Well good for her, she didn't even give me a chance to prove myself, and that was the main reason I was so upset.

I didn't storm out. I stayed for the whole class, I even changed into sweats and a light zip up like everyone else, but I just hoped that I could get back to my dorm room as soon as possible and cry myself to sleep.

About half of the class had to take subway to get back to our dorms, which was why I barely even noticed that someone was walking right beside me until I was tapped on the shoulder. "Hey." I turned and faced the blonde hair girl with a smile spreading across her face. "Don't worry about Cassandra, she's a bitch to everyone." I nodded, not really feeling like I wanted to talk about Ms. July anymore than I needed to. "My name's Kitty."

"I'm Rachel-."

"Berry." She finished for me. I eyed her curiously, as we stepped onto the subway.

"There are only two freshmen in the class, I had to ask around." She was still smiling and now so was I. "I'm sort of happy I did too." My cheeks warmed up and I hoped to God that Kitty didn't think I was just another loser.

"Sort of?" Was I teasing or flirting? Even I couldn't tell at this point, but I kind of adored that she just smiled and took a step closer to me.

"You caught me, I'm really happy that I checked up on you." Her hand was against the bar behind me and every time the subway stopped her hand would graze the back of my thigh, and it didn't look like for a second that she thought about moving. "I'm kind of jealous though." She said quietly, forcing me to lean in closer so I could hear her. I think she did it on purpose, because it was obvious that she was flirting now, but I didn't mind.

"Why are you jealous?"

"Because the word is that you're a singer, which means you'll only be in this class for half a semester." I nodded my head at her words, she definitely had a point.

"This is true." I started. "But maybe I'll still hang around, if you're lucky." She smiled and lean closer to me, and then moved her lips to my ear, nudging my hair back with the tip of her nose as our bodies got closer.

"I could only dream of being so lucky with you."

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Quinn's POV

So I'm sitting at this table with all 16 girls on the team and I never realized how rowdy college girls could get at 2 pm on a weekday. I was lucky to have Marley here because otherwise I think I'd get caught up in all the laughing and jokes about different girls on the team.

"I don't know if I should be impressed or concerned about the amount of food that Rebecca has consumed." I mumbled to Marley who looked towards the other end of the table at the senior captains and laughed along with me.

"She can throw down." Marley said. I took another bite of my sandwich and laughed again when Rebecca started taunting Sarah, the other captain. They were sort of crazy. I felt a nudge under the table and I turned towards Marley looking at her with questioning eyes. "Who's that girl walking over?" I looked up and saw Santana coming straight towards me with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Quinnifer what the fuck?" Santana said handing me credit card and a brand new wallet. I knew I had forgotten something. This was why I was so hesitant about coming out to lunch.

"I'm so sorry San, I knew I'd forgotten something." I put the credit card in the wallet and looked up at her hoping she'd accept my apology. "Wait where'd the wallet come from?" I knew my father was dropping off a few more things today like some clothes and this credit card, but he never said anything about a new wallet.

"I bought it for you." Santana said crossing her arms over her chest and waiting for a thank you. "Cause I'm sweetheart. By the way your dad called me San, which is never gonna fly. It's cool though, you can just buy me a drink later to make up for the wallet."

"What? Hell no, I'm not buying you shit." I told her. She grabbed a chair from a table behind us, took it, and sat down next to me. A few of the girls at the table were staring at Santana, but she didn't seem to care in the least bit because she was currently eating some of my fries. "I hate you so much." I told her in that normal best friends joking way.

"Aww that's so sweet, I hate you too, Quinnie bear." Santana said with that wickedly charming half grin. "So what the hell is this? Like your team or something?" Santana asked.

"Yea, this is the team." Marley chimed in. "I'm Marley by the way."

"I'm Santana." They shook hands and I kicked Santana shin before she could go ahead and charm everyone at the table. "Ow, the fuck Q?" Santana said before kicking me back. "Oh are you upset because I'm ruining your team meal? Oh I get it, I'm not cool enough for you." I rolled my eyes while the five girls in the immediate area laughed.

"You just think you're hot shit huh?" I said poking Santana in the side.

"I am hot shit." She replied with a cocky grin. "Look I gotta go, I need groceries, you can come over later if I'm not still annoyed with you then. Bye Q." I didn't even wave goodbye to her I just nodded my head as she walked away. I only got the chance to breath for a total of three seconds and then half of the team was jumping down my throat.

"Oh Jesus, that sexual tension was insane." I quirked an eyebrow at Rebecca, had she lost her shit? What sexual tension?

"Give me a fucking break, sexual tension? With Santana and me? I don't think so." I corrected.

"She's fucking hot though." Michelle said getting a few nods around. "If you don't want her I'll take her."

"You can have her." I said with a shrug. "I should go though, I have to finish unpacking." No one really paid attention except the underclassmen. All the upperclassmen seemed to care about right now was how they were going to get into Santana's pants. It was almost comical though, how most of my team was gay, it wasn't like I cared either way though.

Marley followed me out of the building, saying something about how she would walk with me back to the dorm because she lived in an apartment right near me. I didn't mind the company at all. "So is Santana your best friend?" Marley asked.

"Yep, always has been." I said, even though I knew we'd sort of been on an odd road recently, because Santana and Charlie were at odds. "She's the best." I sort of threw out the comment but I could tell that Marley was really listening because she smiled.

"You shouldn't bring her around the team though, some of those girls are relentless when it comes to hook ups." Marley explained.

"Oh don't worry about that, Santana's gay so she'll probably be in heaven." I said nonchalantly, until I realized I probably shouldn't have said that. "Oh my god, I don't know if she wants people to know that about her…shit. Just pretend I didn't say that."

"I won't say a word." Marley assured me. "I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

"Bye Marley, I'll see you then."

So what do you guys think? I'm trying to get in some of the new characters, I have a feeling that a lot of people like Marley and not a ton of people like Kitty, but people ship them together (?), I guess that's how it is. They'll both play a role in the story so I hope you're all okay with that. I don't know the exact plot line for this story, so I'm kind of going to go with the flow, but I do know that there will be a ton of drama, secrets, and romance so I hope everyone sticks around. review please.