A/N and DISCLAIMER: I just had to do this story. Yep i got the idea from a Japanese series so if you want to know the title of the said series or if you want to confirm it, just send me a message (coz other people might not want to know). But I definitely put my own twist on this.
I'm just kinda getting depressed with my other story but I promise to finish it soon.
Precise footsteps disturbed an eerie top secret research center somewhere unknown to common folk. It was a heavily guarded facility, unwilling to give away data and findings it obtained to those unauthorized people who desire to use the information for themselves. All facts about the building were perfectly disguised. No one could ever suspect that such incredible discoveries were taking place inside.
A man in white overalls entered a strange laboratory, chrome dominating the color. There were funny machines built along the walls clearly used for research. There was a lone computer in the center of the lab, overlooking a glass pane. It looked like the room where cops interrogate suspects while other people watch outside, only larger and brighter. The man made his way towards the other person inside the room. He stood beside him and he transfixed his gaze to the object behind the glass window.
"Are you sure it'll work this time?" He said sternly, not bothering to look at the guy next to him.
"Yes sir. I'm certain." The person replied, his voice confident and optimistic.
"It better. We don't want to waste anymore funds Mr. Abrams." The man said coldly. A shiver ran down Artie's spine because he knows that if he fails it would be the end of him but he was positive that he won't. Not this time.
"Don't worry, sir. I bet my life she's gonna do wonders." Not discouraged with his boss' attitude, Artie adjusted his glasses knowingly, also looking at the thing behind the glass.
"What is your next step? And for Christ's sake, stop calling it she." There was no anger in Mr. Figgin's voice but he might as well be. Artie never really liked this guy. So he did what he always do, ignore his dull comments. He decided to just answer the question. "I just need a test subject sir and everything will be set."
"Where are you going to find a subject?"
Before he could say anything, Artie's mobile phone vibrated in his coat pocket. He reached for it and stared at the screen.
Incoming call Santana Lopez.
He just found the answer to his boss' question.
"Why isn't he picking up?!" Santana bellowed as she sat impatiently on the couch inside Sam's apartment. "I've been calling him for two days now! I can't believe he's ignoring me!"
"Calm down. You know how Artie is. He must be busy." Sam quietly defended the guy whom he hadn't met before. He might as well know all about this Artie guy because Santana always mentions him. But never did he show his face or his shadow near their place for as long as he'd known Santana. And that was 3 years ago. Weird.
Sam continued to cook for the girl inside his apartment. He was aware that the girl was only there to mooch some free food, but he didn't mind. He gladly invited Santana over when he could and she was always a joy to have as company.
"Yeah well, what'd you expect in a complete genius? But he's totally a complete asshole for ignoring his best friend for 2 days when she needs him the most!" Santana had no plans on dropping the argument. Sam just watched her rant amused, although he wanted her to feel better.
"C'mon. I'm sure he'll call you back. Now get your whiny butt over here Lopez. We're eating." Sam set the table but the Latina didn't budge still having a staring contest with her phone, totally ignoring the blonde. "You're ignoring me?"
No reply. But he wasn't discouraged. "If you're ignoring me then I think you wouldn't ignore this breadstick." Upon hearing the word breadstick, Santana's face perked up like a puppy does when it was going to be given a treat by his master. Breadstick was Santana's weakness. She immediately stood from the couch and made her way over to the table. Sam didn't even bother to hide a chuckle.
"Why didn't you tell me we're having pasta and breadsticks? You know that's my favorite combo." Santana started digging in without warning. Sam sat opposite her, watching his friend devour the food he made especially for the Latina. "Are you just gonna sit there and watch me eat? It's creeping me out." Sam didn't reply. He sat motionless, still watching the brunette, a smile playing on his lips. "You're not gonna eat?" Sam shook his head; he continued looking at the girl. The Latina scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. She suddenly realized something. She dropped the fork and wiped her mouth with the table napkin. "Did you put something weird in my food? Coz seriously if you did, I will go all Lima Heights on you." Santana threatened but Sam wasn't affected.
"No, why would I do that?" He innocently asked while placing an elbow on the table, supporting his chin.
"Because you are being too nice right now and you are never nice." Santana suspiciously questioned, determined to get an answer from the blonde guy across her.
Sam's smile never faltered, which was starting annoy the brunette. "You deserve some kind of nice gestures after what had happened to you." The blonde received a death glare from the girl who was clearly not in the mood to talk about whatever it is that happened. Still, he continued talking. "Was it embarrassing? Santana, how could you even face the entire school?"
Heat started to form in Santana's cheeks; she was almost close to fuming. "If you mention that again I will cut you. I can kill you using only this fork you know?" The Latina held the fork in front of Sam's face to prove her point. Sam's smug smile always annoys the hell out of Santana. His dual personality also ignites her anger. It's confusing how a person could go from a sweet guy from a stupid prick who gets his kicks by annoying her. She regretted coming over at Sam's place instantly. Why did she even go there? "You should consider wearing a brown bag to cover your face. Like Chester Mcbadbat's dad."
"Whatever! Clearly you just wanted to piss me off. Thanks for the stupid dinner! It wasn't even delicious!" Santana forcefully stood up, throwing the fork in the middle of the table. She knocked her hip on the table which resulted to some wobbling and for a glass filled with water to spill its contents on the white mantle, dripping into Sam's lap.
Guess he deserved that.
A loud slam echoed throughout the apartment, after Santana vanished from the door leaving Sam alone with wet pants. So much for making her feel better.
After leaving Sam's apartment in rage, Santana made her way over to her own place which was unluckily beside the guy's room. The blonde had been her neighbor for 3 years now ever since she started college. They were both living alone. Santana was an orphan and she luckily got the apartment from her foster parents who were never around. They don't really give two shits about her but they still send her to school so she could be out of their hair and pay them back for their expenses. (Those were the exact words her foster father told her before leaving said apartment). She didn't understand why they adopted her in the first place. Maybe it was a bet or something but she didn't really dwell on it. What's important was she was free as fuck and she could do whatever she wanted. Well, not really coz her allowance was just enough for her to survive a whole month.
As for Sam Evans' case, it was still a mystery to Santana why the guy was living alone. All she knew about him was he works at a local company near her school as a manager? someone from Human Resources? a janitor? Oh, who cares anyway? The guy was a jerk and he did nothing but to piss her off. Stupidly enough, she still hung out with Sam. She's twisted in that way.
What was also pissing Santana off was her best friend Artie Abrams. They met in elementary school, back in their hometown and they were also next door neighbors. She couldn't remember why they were friends because their personalities totally clash but something clicked and they became inseparable. Artie was a super genius. He's like the next Stephen Hawking or something minus the wheelchair and the monotone voice. Santana wasn't surprised one bit when Artie was accepted to this special university slash laboratory in uhh.. She never really knew because Artie was so secretive about it. All she knows was that it was her best friend's dream to be admitted there so she supported him even if it meant separation. However, they still kept in touch most of the time, mainly talking about Santana's college life because Artie's was boring as fuck and he said that he was sworn to secrecy. What kind of university would swear their students to secrecy anyway? Luckily for Artie, Santana was never the one to snoop for details because she was just that kind of person.
Santana entered her small apartment which had two doors, one for her bedroom and one for the comfort room. It was so freaking small that if there were more than three persons inside it would be hard to breathe. Not really, she was totally exaggerating, but still it was way too small for her liking. Oh wait, she almost forgot that she had another door leading to her favorite place inside the house. The balcony. She always feels refreshed whenever she goes out there despite the air from the polluted city. She felt weirdly peaceful whenever the cold wind hits her face. The only thing she didn't hated about staying there was the fact that Sam's veranda was just beside hers. Sam would always seem to know whenever she was thinking of hanging out there and he would have another opportunity to throw snarky comments at her which just annoys Santana to her core. Sam wasn't bad but he just gets into her nerves, that's all.
The Latina started getting ready for bed, giving up the thought of Artie even bothering to call her. When she was finally settled in her bed, the doorbell annoyingly broke the now silent and dimly lit apartment.
"What?!" She sat right up, seriously irritated. She had an idea who that person was and she would definitely give him a piece of her mind.
The doorbell resounded once again and Santana couldn't hold back anymore. She sprinted towards the door getting ready to open it. "I swear to god Sam if this is not important I will –"
"You will what?" Santana was dumbstruck. She didn't expect to see...
"Artie!" She engulfed the boy in a tight hug and he hugged back. They swayed for a bit due to the force of Santana's tight embrace and Artie was needing air at the moment. He held her shoulders and pushed her away from him carefully. "It's nice to see you too Santana." They exchanged smiles and the Latina led her friend inside her apartment.
"So what brings you here?" The brunette started as Artie comfortably positioned himself on the couch. The Latina placed a canned soft drink in front of the guy who immediately opened it and drank. Santana sat beside her friend waiting for him to finish his drink. She missed him so much that she almost forgot that she was upset with him. She suddenly slapped Artie's arm which he was using at the moment to support the canned drink in his hand. He almost choked as the liquid seeped out of his mouth.
"What the hell Santana? I was drinking!"
"Yeah and I was calling you!" She blurted out. She wasn't shy showing her feelings towards her best friend. "I needed to talk to you and you kept ignoring my messages and calls!" She practically shouted.
"Hey, just take it easy okay? I didn't answer because I wanted to surprise you. And I wanted to talk to you in person too. I think your problem isn't one to be settled on the phone." Santana's face softened as she heard what Artie had to say. "But, I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry for not calling you back but I'm here to listen. What's the matter?" Santana took a deep breath and began telling Artie what had happen to her for the past few months.
She began by telling Artie about Rachel Berry. Rachel was the most popular girl in school. Not because she was a cheerleader or a hot, sexy girl, she was actually the opposite. She was popular because she was a star on the rise. Everyone knew that she'll be successful in whatever industry she will get herself into. Broadway or Hollywood. Everyone wants a piece of her. Although she hadn't even graduated yet, the girl got offers here and there. She appeared in several commercials and TV programs. She also had this awesome voice that would melt the hearts of thousands of people once she releases her album in the future. To say that Santana was attracted to Rachel Berry was an understatement. She was pretty sure she was in love with the girl and she wanted Rachel to be hers. So she decided to go after her.
As luck may have allowed it, they became good friends for a year. Santana was happy to be a part of Rachel's life. She worked hard for being there though. She succumbed to her every whim, followed her around like a dog, gave in to every request like she's some sort of Rachel's genie. Santana felt like she had a chance with Rachel Berry. Well, until recently.
Rachel wanted to do something. Something Santana was nervous to do. She wasn't sure if she could comply but she eventually gave in anyway. Not that she had anything to say about it, because she definitely wanted it as well.
Rachel asked for Santana to have sex with her.
At first, the Latina couldn't believe her ears when the shorter girl proposed to do it. She didn't question why and she didn't think twice although something was tugging the back of her mind. They weren't even dating but who was she to complain? Rachel wanted to sleep with her! Her! Santana Lopez! Her prayers were answered.
After they had done the deed, Santana felt she was on cloud nine. It was totally the best she ever experienced. Only one thing left to do. Make Rachel officially hers.
She decided to do that 4 days ago and if she could undo it she would.
Rachel Berry stomped on her heart, crushed it, threw it on a blazing fire, pounded it with a hammer, and humiliated her face in front of the whole university. She was so ashamed of herself that she didn't dare show her face in the student body up until now.
Santana planned to ask Rachel after the latter's performance in the school's auditorium. She had it all figured out. She would ask the help of a crew backstage and she would grab a microphone and just get it all out there. Fortunately, everything went according to plan except the part when...
"Rachel Berry, will you be my girlfriend?" Santana was on her knees, on stage, in front of the entire student body. The crowd was silent, anticipating Rachel's response. The Latina felt like a hundred years passed while waiting for the girl standing in front of her to answer.
"What the hell are you doing Santana?" Rachel's voice boomed out the auditorium, her lapel mic was still on.
"I-I'm asking you to be my girlfriend." Santana simply replied. However, she was getting self-conscious as the time goes by.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I like you! And we slept together." She mumbled the last part but she was still holding the mic directly into my mouth so everyone still heard it. Stupid!
Someone laughed in the crowd and it didn't take her seconds to realize that it was Finn Hudson, the other most popular person in school. He made his way towards the stage and stood beside Rachel, towering over her. "You slept with her? Congratulations babe!" He said cheerfully, having that idiotic expression he calls a smile. He placed his arms around Rachel's shoulders and the latter smiled at him with adoring eyes. He was leaning in to kiss Rachel until Santana interrupted.
"What's going on?" A confused look was shown in Santana's features.
"Did you seriously think Rachel likes you? She is straight as a ruler. And besides she's dating me." Finn bragged. It took all of Santana to not punch him on the face, she couldn't though. Santana was all talk but she couldn't actually hurt a fly.
"What?"
"Are you stupid?" Finn knelt in front of me and closed the gap between us. He lowered the mic in my hands, aware of the eyes watching us and the prying ears. Then he whispered to me, "She just used you for a little experiment. She needed to know the experience for a role she's auditioning for."
Santana felt like shit. She was used. She thought she and Rachel had something but the diva just used her! She felt like someone just knocked the wind right out of her. It hurt so much like someone stabbed her chest over and over. Not to mention the humiliation of being rejected in front of a lot of people added to the pain in her chest.
She didn't realize she was spacing out until she felt hands on her shoulders motioning for her to stand up. "Santana Lopez everyone!" Finn Hudson mocked and the crowd went wild. They cheered and applauded for some reason. Was the reason her stupidity? Probably. Santana sprinted out of there as fast as she could. Then she couldn't remember what had happened after that.
"What a bitch!" Artie commented after Santana finished her story. He took a swig of the canned beer Santana laid out for them after he finished drinking his soda.
"Hey, don't call her that!" The Latina crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Artie. She was aware the Rachel could be annoying and bitchy sometimes but Santana liked her nevertheless.
"Why are you still defending her? After all that she did to you?" He asked, confused.
"Yeah she used me, but she was very nice to me. I bet that Finn Hudson was the one to blame." Santana thought about what had happened through. She couldn't really hate Rachel no matter how she tried, but she was angry. She kept dwelling on the incident and it all went full circle to Finn the giant load of crap. "I bet he was a bad influence on her."
"You don't really believe that, right?" Artie couldn't believe his ears. Santana's logic is off sometimes.
"I do." She said but it didn't convince Artie. He knew his best friend was heart broken and that's why he was there. He will end Santana's heartache and he will also have his test subject.
"No you don't." The boy argued back. "But do you want to feel better?" The question caught the Latina's attention and when Artie saw that his best friend was interested, he felt extremely excited.
"What do you have in mind?" Santana asked as she watched Artie pulling out a briefcase she didn't notice the guy had earlier. He placed it on top of the coffee table, opening it in the process. The Latina's eyes widened when she saw that it wasn't a normal briefcase. It was a laptop.
Artie has this proud look on his face. He always felt that way whenever he could show off his gadgets to anyone. But this time, he felt prouder because he was showing off to Santana.
"What is this?" The girl questioned while Artie was booting the laptop. Weird sounds were heard while it was opening, like broken signals or something. Santana had no idea.
"I have something that could help you but I need your help first."
"What?"
"You have to answer some questions and you have to answer them truthfully okay?"
"How would a bunch of questions make me feel better?"
"Just trust me on this."
Even though she had no idea of what was happening, Santana agreed to do whatever Artie said. "Fine."
"Good." Artie smiled at her. "Don't worry though, these are very easy questions." The boy guided Santana in front of the laptop. He let the girl take over and the Latina immediately read whatever was on the screen. She skipped reading the instructions because she already saw that it was a multiple choice type. What she had to do was very obvious.
"Question 1. Do you want a lover who is taller or shorter than you? A. Taller B. Shorter C. Same height Note: Please enter your height." Santana read aloud. She furrowed her eyebrows. "What the hell is this Artie?"
"Just answer the questions Santana. I promise you, after you're done, you'll be happier than ever." He simply said.
"Ugh! Fine. These are stupid questions by the way." The Latina rolled her eyes and tried to focus on the questions. She clicked on A. Taller because she hated the thought of being with someone shorter than her. It would just remind her of Rachel. If her best friend was trying to hook her up with someone, then she wanted Rachel's opposite. Artie, in the meantime, turned on the television. There were a lot of questions so Santana might not be done for a while.
Santana kept reading and answering the questions, occasionally mumbling to herself. "Question 5. Brunette or Blonde? A. Brunette B. Blonde. C. Preferred hair color" What the fuck is this question? She eventually clicked on the letter B coz she's too tired to think of another color as of the moment.
The list goes on and on.
"Question 28. Your lover is a talented...? A. Singer B. Actor C. Dancer D. Musician" She clicked on C because Rachel was a good singer and actor. She also hated musicians because they are weird and noisy, so she chose C.
"Question 41. Your lover is good at...? A. Cleaning B. Listening C. Arguing D. Bragging" This question doesn't even make sense. Who wants a lover who's good at arguing? She thought to herself. She clicked on B.
"Question 65. When you're having sex, is your lover... A. Top B. Bottom C. Both?" Santana blushed at the question then she clicked on C.
"Question 71. Seriously? How many are these fucking questions?" She glanced at Artie who she found sleeping soundly on the couch behind her. She didn't realize she had taken up an hour already. She shook her head and still tried focusing on the questions even though she was also dead tired. Why am I even doing this?
"Question 82. When having sex, is your lover... A. Dominant B. Submissive C. Rough D. Gentle E. All of the above" Her cheeks flushed again at the question. No way would she answer this with Artie watching. She knows her friend was already asleep but she glanced at the guy again to check on him. Good. He was still asleep. Then she clicked on E.
"Question 100. Is this the final question?" She said to herself. "Is your lover... A. Possessive B. gets jealous often C. Relaxed D. Doesn't care at all." Urgh, let's just get this over with. She couldn't even remember what she clicked.
Santana kept on answering and answering countless questions and frankly she didn't even think about some of her answers. Was Artie gonna hook her up with someone? Or was this a trick for her to join a social networking site for desperate people who want to have lovers? She lost track of her thoughts when she finally got to the last question.
"Any additional comments or suggestions?" It says. She typed what she had in mind. "I just want someone who will love me unconditionally for who I am and accept all of me."
And with that she drifted to sleep.
A/N 2: yey or nay?