Santana stepped into the cabin and frowned. She wasn’t expecting much but it was still disappointing. Twin sized beds, ugly wooden drawers. She put her stuff down on the bed on the far side of the room. "Yeah I'm ready."
They walked towards the direction of the lake. When the pair got close enough they could see a relatively large group of people already there. "Wow, I can't believe there's this many people." Glancing around the crowd she noticed that they all looked like they were in high school. Then someone caught Santana's eye. "Oh Jesus Christ." Trying to get a better glace at the person, the ex-cheerleader got onto her tippy toes. Her suspensions were confirmed. Rachel Berry was here. It took all her strength not to hurt the lead soloist after the competition in New York; all her strength, and the strength of the others that physically held her back. Since then Santana had cooled down but she still didn't like Rachel. "It's no surprise that Rachel is here." From Santana's view looked like the diva was talking one of the camp counselors ear's off. Probably yammering on about how great she is.
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