LOVE LIKE WOE

Summary: What would happen if… Wentana happened? :D

Real Summary: Santana goes ala Kurt. You get my drift?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Ryan Murphy owns everything.

POV: Third person/ alternate Santana and Wes

Flashback: Silly Love Songs. Background scenes are fun to watch!

Author's Note: As I continue my denial of Santana being a full on lesbian (I much prefer her just on the confused phase, or atleast bi) [Brittana fans, don't stone me!], I quench my thirst for Wentana!

Chapter 1

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Santana looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. The schoolgirl outfit was totally not working out for her. Maybe it was the Dock Martins, or the knee-length skirt, or the tie-and-vest combination (Gawd that vest! She looked like Mr. Schue!), but in these clothes, she did NOT look hot… which was a first, because she always looked hot.

She quickly rolled her skirt to give it an appreciative length of above the knee, then shrugged. That was the only thing she could do for now. After making a mental note of asking her father to buy her some Jimmy Choos (or she could just shoplift them herself), she grabbed her stuff and headed out.

She went down to meet her dad, who was drinking his morning coffee and reading the newspaper. As he heard her daughter's footsteps, he looked down from his newspaper. "You look… decent…" he teased.

Santana rolled her eyes as she poured herself some orange juice from the kitchen counter. "Whatever,"

Her dad said in protest, "Hey, it was your idea to switch schools." He lifted his morning paper again, but continued, "And besides, I kinda like seeing my daughter dressed in such wholesome clothes." He peered at his daughter again. "Except for that skirt. Is that always that short?"

Santana quickly put her empty glass into the sink. "I gotta go! Bye Dad!"

He gave her a questioning look. "Aren't you a little too early for school?"

Santana stopped in her tracks. "Uhm," she thought for a possible reason, "I don't want to be late for my first day."

"Well that's a first," her father commented. Suddenly, her dad's beeper went off. "Wait! I gotta go to. The hospital needs me. I'll give you a ride."

Before Santana could protest, her dad was already dragging her to the car. Soon enough, they were speeding out of Lima Heights Adjacent.

Inside the car, her dad said excitedly, "I'm so glad you're out of that bitchy teen phase of yours." Santana pierced a look of daggers into her father from the passenger seat. Her dad didn't seem to notice, though.

"I mean, when that Brittany friend of yours stopped coming to our house, I thought that was going to be bad for you…"

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked out at the window.

"… but I see you're handling things quite well and are making good decisions and are maturing," he continued. "I'm really proud of you."

Her father's words stung real hard. She remembered the times when she was being a total bitch to everybody and giving him a very hard time, especially at parent-teacher conferences. She shook her head slightly. Ever since her mother left home, her father's been taking care of her, and babying her even. Maybe this was his fault. Her terrible personality may have been the effect of an undisciplined childhood she grew up in.

She looked at her father with more caring eyes. Nope, no reason to blame this very kind man. In his eyes, she will always be daddy's little girl. The only problem is she doesn't know how to be one. She was too used to being a black sheep.

Santana sighed. She looked out the window again and saw the big gates of her new school. After a few minutes the car stopped. "We're here!" her dad said cheerily.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. "Bye pumpkin!"

She peered into the car. "Bye Dad." And with that, she closed the door, and the car sped off.

She turned around and faced the entry way. All her books were in her bag, she was in complete uniform, and to top it all off, she was early! For school! This changing schools thing is sure making her less of a bad-ass than she wanted to be (or… ehem… what Puck wanted a girl to be). She gave a deep breath, and walked off into the old building.

Wes was rushing towards his locker, his posture so perfect he could put a marine to shame. Of course, there was no need to rush, since he always arrives 15 minutes early for school. "Time is money," he said under his breath as he quickly opened his locker and pulled out his books and trusty gavel.

He stopped. Would he still need that gavel? After the Warblers lost Regionals, they were rarely in a singy song mood. "Besides," he thought, "There won't be next meeting until… well, until next year…"

After he graduates.

Wes sighed. He should probably leave it at the room for next years' batch to use. He closed his locker and headed out into the Warbler's conference room. As he turned right, he saw a girl pass by the corridor.

He stopped. A girl? In Dalton? His mind went racing for logical reasons as to this great phenomena. "It couldn't have been any of the faculty and staff… nor could it be a ghost… could it?" He slightly quivered at the thought of those seven Warblers that got plowed through in the spirit of St. Luis.

He started to follow the mysterious being.

Santana was looking at her class schedule furiously. "Where the hell is room 1315? All of these rooms are even-numbered…" After walking towards the seemingly unending corridor, she decided to turn back and look for a help desk or the principal's office or something.

She was greeted by a curious-looking boy.

"Are you lost?" Wes asked.

It dawned to her; she was. Gawd! This can't be happening! This was not the way she wanted her first day to go. Not wanting to accept defeat and the embarrassment of it all, she lifted her chin and said, "No."

He smiled knowingly and said, "Well, it looks like you are."

She raised her eyebrow. "How would you know?" She pushed him aside and continued walking down the corridor.

He caught up with her and asked, "Do you want my help anyway?"

She looked at him testily. Ignoring her viper eyes, "You're Santana, right? Santana Lopez?"

"Damn straight." She looked at him tauntingly. "Why? Are you some kind of stalker or something?"

"Pfft. No…" He shifted all his stuff to his other arm and stretched out his free hand. "My name is…"

"I don't care what your name is," she snapped. That will shut him up for sure. Santana didn't flinch as she continued to walk down the corridor. Wes slowly let down his free arm but continued to walk with her.

"I don't know if you remember, but…" he said uncomfortably, "we already met... at Breadstix… last Valentine's Day?"

"No, I DON'T remember." Santana stopped and turned to face him. "Why are you still here?" He halted and gave her a look of surprise. "I was just trying to…"

"Well don't, because I don't need your help," she barked as she turned and started marching back to… wherever she was going…

As she stomped her way through, she still heard the footsteps of the very annoying boy following her. "Quit following me!"

"I am not," his voice was cool and collected. She gave him a look of utter despise. "I'm merely going the same way you are," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. "Ugh!"

All of a sudden, Santana's bag snapped (probably after carrying all those heavy books!) and soon enough all of its contents came out and scattered around the floor. "This. Cannot. Be happening to me!" she wailed.

Wes stopped and looked at the mess as the girl bent down to pick up her stuff. Trying his best to ignore that short skirt she was wearing, he smirked as Santana looked up to him. "Well?" she asked, "Aren't you gonna do something?"

He rolled his eyes and got down to meet her in eye level. He leaned in; Santana froze. He slowly went up to her face (re kissing distance!) and whispered, "You don't need my help, remember?"

Let's just say the expression on Santana's face was hilarious. Wes hadn't seen anything like it. It went from a look of shock to a look of realization to finally a look of disdain, all in a millisecond. He quickly stood up before a death glare could be made.

He walked out, leaving the Latina struggling to get all her stuff. "Hey! Get back here!" she commanded.

"You know," he said aloud, "for someone with 'Santa' in her name, you are quite the opposite, now, aren't you?" he turned to face her, but continued walking backwards.

Fighting back, Santana stood up and called, "Well 'Wes' is such a gay name!"

"Ah…" he smirked. "So you do remember…"

Santana's jaw dropped. For a minute there she was left speechless. Damn! Her mind went racing for possible comments to lash out at him. On the other hand, her cheeks started to grow red. Good thing he had already turned his back on her, or else she would have blushed even more. What was she thinking?

"By the way," her newly-found enemy called out once more, "You're in the wrong school."

She raised her eyebrow. Okay, this kid is going too far. "You know what, you guys are too full of yourselves. Just because you're rich and have uniforms and shit, which are tacky by the way, doesn't mean that you can go bully and discriminate others just because they came from a public school!"

I should be the one bullying, for God's sakes! I'm freakin' Santana Lopez! "If the tables were turned and you were the newbie at McKinley, I would make it my personal goal in life to give you a slushie facial whenever I can!" she seethed.

Wes turned to her. "What are you talking about? I mean this is Dalton Academy. Crawford Country's on the other side of the road." And with that he shook his head and went on.

I made Santana's doctor dad the second best dad in the world (right after Burt :D) How's the story so far? Next chapter Kurtsies! :D