Well, well, well, here we are. (:

I decided I wanted to do this story.

It seemed interesting. To bring together two of my favorite things ever!

GLEE and TWILIGHT! (:

I think I'm going to change from Paul to Embry though.

He doesn't have a lot of stories and Santana is my favorite. (:

So here we are. Hope you like.

- A Sexy Jacob Black? -

"Santana!"

So, there you have it. I am Santana Lopez. I used to live in Lima, Ohio. But my stupid parents made me come to La Push, Washington. Disgusting, right?

I know!

"Santana! Answer me!"

"WHAT!" I yell, getting off of my bed and standing at the top of my stairs.

"Will you please drive to the store and get some freaking milk!" My mom yells up. That woman can wail for hours if she wants to. I feel like wringing her neck sometimes.

"I don't even KNOW where the stupid store is at, Mother!" I say because I really don't want to help out. All I want to do is sit in my room, think about Puck and everyone, cry a little, then go to sleep. "Do it yourself," I say under my breath, going back to my room to get my shoes and ipod because I know I am not going to win this one.

My cheerio's uniform is hanging in my closet. It looks so lonely. I should wear it…Nope. I can't. Coach Sue wants me to mail it back, clean, by Friday. I really want to keep it..

"It's two blocks over. Just walk, your dad has the car. He's getting some other stuff from the building," my mom yells, adverting my train of thought back to the shit of a town I'm in. The only thing good about this place…is well, nothing. No Brittany.

No Puck.

No Rachel. (she's annoying but she raises my self-confidence. If that's even possible.)

Oh my gosh, I just realized something…

NO BREADSTIX!

Wow, this town sucks ass.

"I'm wearing your jacket," I say to my mom while I'm leaving. It's raining and I'm not getting my cheerios jacket wet and gross. This town rains all the time!

"Sure, whatever. Here's the money," she hands me the money and continues working. After about 5 seconds she turns back around and hands me a list, "Sorry, forgot. Here's some other stuff for you to get," she hands me the list and a twenty. Now I have forty dollars. Great, I can get some Tylenol.

"Yeah, whatever, see you whenever," I say as I leave the house. I like the house we're living in. It's big, and white, and has a little pond outback. I called the biggest room, which is the finished attic on the third floor. I love it, it reminds me of Lima.

I start walking down the road and turn on my ipod. I start singing the first song.

And now the sun is rising,

Another long walk back home.

There's just so many faces;

But no one I need to know.

In the dark I cant fight it,

I fake till I'm numb,

But in the bright light,

I taste you on my tongue.

This song reminds me of Puck… I wanted to sing it to him but I never had the chance. And now I cant.

And now the party's over,

And everybody's gone.

I'm left here with myself and I

Wonder what went wrong.

And now my heart is broken,

Like the bottles on the floor.

Does it really matter?

Or am I just hung over you?

I see the store in between the trees in the forest so I walk into the forest. There's a little path but I'm a big girl and I can see the store so no worries. I cant hear anything so it scared the shit out of me when some one said from behind me.

"Are you Santana?" I jump a little and turn around. I see a really tall and muscular guy with no shirt on. Puck is hot but, DAMN! I look him over once while pulling out my headphones. He is a good 2 feet taller than me and has an amazing eight pack. He has kaki pants on and some torn tennis shoes. I cross my arms over my chest and purse my lips. I met his eyes. They are a delicious chocolate brown. His hair is short and cropped.

"Why, yes I am. And who are you?"

"Jacob Black, where are you headed," he asks, tilting his head the side. I walk up the him and invade his personal bubble. I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear.

"Why? Wanna come?" I ask and lean back a little to look him in the eyes. He is smirking at me and puts his hands on my hips to drag me to his chest.

"Depends, where you going little lady?" He ask and nips at my ear.

"Wherever you want to go, little man," I say, while dragging my nails down his back. He shivers and I remove his hands from my hips.

'Remember, always leave them wanting more,' Quinn's word appear in my head and I listen to them. I turn around and start walking away. I feel him beside me and he asks, again.

"Where are you going?" he asks, sounding more serious. I roll my eyes and comply to telling him.

"To the store," I say, shrugging my shoulders, "Are you going to try and lure me into the bathroom?" I say, biting my lip.

"Tempting," he says, "but no, I'm just going to wait for you to start singing again," I stop in my tracks and turn on him.

"Why?" I ask. It was my turn to put a smirk on my face.

"Because, you sing beautifully," he says shrugging and grabbing my hips again, "its hot."

"Thanks, but I'm a little busy mister. I'll see you around," I say while pulling away from him and continuing on my way.

"Wanna come to go on a date, tonight?" he asked.

"Get me at eight, big; white house on the corner. Maybe, I'll be ready," I say, still walking, "see you later, Jacob Black."

"See you at eight, Santana Lopez," he says and I can hear him turn the other way and continue walking.

Wow, I'm changing what I said earlier.

The only thing good in La Push is it's men.

Well, I like it.

Santana is my favorite person ever.

I plan on mixing things up a little bit.

I know you're probably annoyed with the whole Halloween thing but I cant help it. It is too much fun!

- Rayna.