AN: One of my new favorite ships. Jefftana. I've been thinking a lot about where I can take this story. I hope you enjoy.
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Santana walked into Dalton Academy confidently holding her new boyfriend, Sam Evan's, hand. Not only would she get a lot of attention there {I mean, hello, this is an all boys school. And boys loved Santana's hot bod}, but Sam would also get the popular attention that he wanted. "All of the boys will be jealous." Sam said to Santana earlier.
All of the New Directions were on their way over to Dalton to see Kurt for his birthday. While some of the clubbers, like Mercedes and Puck, wanted to spy on the Warblers, others just wanted to party. When they got where the party was being held, Santana stopped in front of the door. "Shit, Sam. I forgot a present." she bit her lip, looking around for something to give to Kurt. "Sucks for you." he said, opening the big doors and walking into the party. Santana grabbed a vase full of flowers and a pen she found on the ground and walked in after Sam. "Hello, Rosy Cheeks, Happy Birthday." she smiled, handing him the gifts. "Um, thank you." he said, putting the vase and pen on a small table filled with gifts. "Let's dance." Santana said to Sam, taking his hand and leading him to the small dance floor.
Jeff had arrived as one of the first couple of guests. He was leaning against the wall, looking over everyone who walked in. Everyone got a small glance until a girl walked in. But it wasn't just a girl. She had this, look to her. "Who is that?" Jeff said silently to himself. "That's Santana Lopez. I heard she's the school slut at McKinley." Wes told him, nudging his shoulder. Jeff laughed uneasily, trying not to stare at her. She had a confident but sexy attitude. And that was the kind of girl Jeff was into. Jeff was about to walk over to the dance floor when he saw Santana dancing with another boy. "That's probably her boyfriend. Of course she would have a boyfriend. No big deal." he said to himself, slowly backing up, leaning against the wall again. "Jeff. Having fun?" Blaine came up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder in a friendly way. "Uh, yeah. Lots of fun." he smiled, picking at his thumb nail. "Stop that. It's gross." Blaine said, patting his friend on the back and then walking away.
Santana was tired of dancing with Sam. He was her boyfriend, but man, was he a boring dancer sometimes. While they were bustin' a move, Santana couldn't help but look at her surroundings. Boys everywhere. Hot boys, too. She rated every boy that came in her view. Most were rated as 'Attractive' and 'Hot'. But when she saw one of the boys, she recognized him as a warbler, she stopped dancing for a moment. He was…gorgeous. "I'll be back." she said to Sam, running over to Kurt. "Kurt! Who's that?" she said, pointing to Jeff. "That's Jeff. He's a warbler. Why do you ask?" Kurt asked, swaying to the music. "I was just…wondering." she smirked. By the end of the night, something was going to happen between them. And Santana knew it.