Right now, there's probably nobody I hate more than that stupid asshat Sebastian Smythe. There's also probably nothing I want more than to ruin him. I want to steal his every hope and dream out from under his nose. You see, nobody fucks around with Santana Lopez.
"I don't know Santana. You've seen how dangerous he can be. You need to be careful when you're messing with him. We don't need another injury in glee club." Santana had just finished telling Quinn Fabray about her plans to sabotage Sebastian. That's the problem with Quinn. She always worries about what could go wrong and never thinks about the great things that could come out of something as genuine as this plan. It's completely fool proof. "Look, I just go in, get that stupid asshole to admit what he did, send it in to the police, and suddenly the Warblers no longer have a lead flaming homosexual as a soloist. Plus he gets thrown in jail and his chances of ever getting into a reputable school again are over. He won't even know what hit him." She continued to file my nails down, anticipating for this Friday. Quinn snaps her locker shut. "Whatever, just don't get hurt, okay Tana?" Quinn squeezes her shoulder affectionately and walks away. Santana sighed as she continued to put her books back in her locker. She was just about to head out to her car when she's stopped by her girlfriend, Brittany. "Hey Tana, wanna come over to my place? My parents won't be home, and Lord Tubbington is away at another Alcoholics Anonymous meeting." Mack time with her super hot girlfriend? Heck yes. "I would love to. I just have to go home first… there's a little bit of business I need to tend to." Brittany smiles and waves as Santana walks away to her car. Brittany doesn't know anything about her plans with Sebastian. She's one of the glee members who believe in keeping the peace. However, considering she doesn't understand the difference between a lion and a cat, that's probably not saying much.-
Santana's home isn't very far away from the school. She pulls up and heads inside, straight to her laptop. She pulls it out and immediately starts typing an e-mail to the enemy. The less time she spends here, the more lady kisses from Brittany.
So you think you can mess with us, then slushie Blaine in the face with whatever the hell kind of shit that was in that cup, then just disappear off the face of the earth? Oh, hell to the no. You. Me. Conference room at your stupid prep school full of shit nosed brats. And don't even think about not showing up, because I live in Lima Heights. You don't fuck around with me.
Love always, Santana Lopez.
Satisfied, she hits send and awaits a reply. Suddenly, a message pops on the screen. It doesn't say much, just a simple, "I'll be there. ;)" Santana isn't entirely sure what this means, but she doesn't have time to dwell on it. She snaps shut the laptop and goes to re-gloss her lips before heading to her girlfriend's house.
"Oh my god," Brittany gasps as Santana hits the perfect spot inside of her. Her body shakes as an orgasm over takes her. After she's finished, Santana slides her fingers out from inside of her and lies down beside her. That's the great thing about Brittany, she's the best when it comes to sexy times. They lay in silence for a minute, until finally Brittany says something. "I want you to come over for dinner with my family Friday night." Friday. Ouch. Santana is silent for a moment. She can't back out of her plan with Sebastian, he would call her a pussy. You can't just call someone up, "Hey I know I was supposed to beat your ass Friday night, but I can't. Something came up with my girlfriend's family. Maybe some other time?" No. "Sorry Brit, I can't. I have… family stuff to do also." She bites her lip. She hates lying to Brittany, but what else can she do? "Oh, okay, I understand. That's cool." She can hear the disappointment in her girlfriend's voice. "I'm sorry. I have to go." She plants a kiss on her forehead and slides off the bed and out of the room.
The next day, she avoids Brittany the best she can. She doesn't want to have to shoot her down this afternoon if she invites her over again. She just can't today, she has an important date with the black market's tech guy. She's hoping she can get some special spy shit recorder to get Sebastian's confession on tape. As soon as the bell rings, she shoots out to her car and heads downtown, to a small store that probably looks like it's owned by a hobo. It has no sign and appears dark and empty from the outside. She slips inside before anyone even notices her. "Santana Lopez! Haven't seen you in a while hot stuff. Come for another… deal?" The guy standing at the corner of the store sorting pirated movies is shocked to see the young girl again. She hasn't seen her since she was desperate to get a certain object that won't be mentioned. You don't want to know what kind of deal was exchanged. "Sorry, I'm not here for anything too low key. I need a tape recorder. Smallest one you got, preferably one that I can tape to my underboob. I got cash, don't worry about that. Just give me the shit and let me go home." Santana has learned how to deal with these black market men. Show them you aren't here to fuck around, and they'll give you what you want. The man disappears and comes back with a small device. "100 bucks and it's yours." Knowing it's probably the best she's gonna get, she slaps the money on the table and leaves the shop. Smirking to herself, she cannot wait until tomorrow.
Her hair is tied back into a slick ponytail. She's wearing a sexy black dress and some pretty epic heels. Hey, if you're going to sabotage a hot Warbler, might as well be sexy while you're doing it. She put the tape recorder in the bottom of her bra, and added an extra coat of lipstick. Just in case. Sebastian Smythe was about to be struck by a smooth criminal.
"What do you want?" He demanded as she came up to him. He was surrounded by Warblers, of course. "Get them the hell out of here." She told him. Appearently, she sounded serious. Warblers cleared out of the room just like a pack of scared bunnies. Suddenly, the room rose about 100 degrees. Maybe she was just imagining it. "What the hell did you put in that slushie." She demanded. "I don't know what you mean." He answered, with a smirk. Santana walked up to him, until her face was just inches from his. He didn't move a bit. "Tell me what you did to that drink." There was a silence, for a split second, and she felt her heart leap for some reason she couldn't explain. "Rock salt." He replied. "What are you gonna do about it?" Santana never wavered from her position. "Cello guys, I'mma need you to stay. Me and you, we're gonna have a duel." And at that moment, the two cello guys started playing. Softly at first, slowly coming to a crescendo.
As He Came Into The Window
It Was The Sound Of A Crescendo
He Came Into Her Apartment
He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet
She Ran Underneath The Table
He Could See She Was Unable
So She Ran Into The Bedroom
She Was Struck Down, It Was Her Doom
As Sebastian and Santana kept up this façade around the room, she couldn't help but notice how mother fucking sexy he was when he sang. What, no! Don't think like that Santanna.
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
Are You OK, Annie
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
She couldn't help but notice how inviting his lips were as they got closer.
Are You OK, Annie
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
They were extremely close now, and the smell of his breath was very inviting.
Are You OK, Annie
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK,
Are You OK, Annie
(Annie Are You OK)
(Will You Tell Us That You're OK)
(There's A Sign In The Window)
(That He Struck You-A Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
Damn, he smells like coconuts mixed with peppermit.
Are You OK Annie
Annie Are You OK
So, Annie Are You OK
Are You OK Annie
Annie Are You OK
Is he thinking the same thing I am?
So, Annie Are You OK
Are You OK Annie
He's so damn close.
You've Been Hit By
You've Been hit By
A Smooth Criminal
Suddenly, without any invitation or hesitation, their lips crashed together. It was as if the only thing holding them down on this earth was their lips. Together. His lips tasted like peppermint and mocha coffee, and Santana loved it. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer to his body. Nothing else mattered.