Alright, my lovelies, I'm trying something new! As the summary says, you give me a pairing any pairing-romantic or otherwise- and 3 words to a couple sentences and I will write you a oneshot or drabble. This first one was written by a prompt given to me by my lovely best friend, who is always willing to listen to my crazy Glee rants. Here's the info on the fic:

Pairing: Samtana (Sam/Santana)

Nature of pairing: Romantic

Prompt: Santana doesn't think she's good enough for Sam. He's the good boy and she's the bad girl. But Sam and Santana tend to bring out the best in each other.

So just answer those three things (^) in a review or pm or whatever, doesn't matter, and I'll write you a oneshot or drabble. Much love! Review please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did many many things would be different. For one I would be in it. ;)

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I watched as the school's golden couple walked down the hall hand in hand. Oh, please. Gag me now. Of course Little Miss Perfect would end up with Mister Perfect. I rolled my eyes. They are always together and they always act so happy. But how can they be, she sooo isn't right for him... Well, then who is right for him, Santana? hm? Not you obviously. You're too much of a bad girl. He's too good for you. He's perfect and you…well, honey, you're a slut. I shook my head to try to rid myself of the taunting thoughts. Why should I care if he's too "good" for me? I'm Santana freaking Lopez, I can have whatever guy in this school I want… Not Sam. You can't have Sam, because he's taken. Not to mention, he gave his ring to someone else. To Quinn.The annoying little voice said in the back of my head. Psh, I don't want Sam. Why would I want someone like that? I don't want a guy who's "not gonna pressure" me. I want a guy who I can have some fun with whenever I want. There's no way I want to be tied down either. Nuh uh. Santana Lopez doesn't do relationships. No way. I kept repeating this in my head on the way to class trying to ignore the voice in the back of my head telling me that with Sam it would be different. I would be different.

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I managed to successfully ignore these thoughts until I got to Glee club later that day. I walked in to find the two love birds snuggled up in the back room. Gross! I tried not to look at them as I made my way over to Brittany. When I sat down, Brittany immediately started to chatter about how she had caught her cat reading her diary the previous night. I nodded along to everything Brittany was saying, but I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was on the whispering, giggling, smiling, freaking perfect couple behind us. Finally Mr. Schuester walked in and started talking about Sectionals. Blah blah blah. I didn't pay much attention. I was too caught up in my angry thoughts about the golden couple. That is until I heard Mr. Schue say something about giving the duet to Quinn and Sam for Sectionals. "Wait! You're giving the duet to Ken and Barbie?" I asked angrily. My comment earned me glares from Quinn and Mr. Schue, while Sam just looked kinda hurt. I felt bad for a minute, but decided to ignore him. I sunk lower in my seat and tried to send off angry energy waves to everyone in the room.

As the Glee practice went on, it just got worse. Quinn and Sam picked just about the sappiest, corniest love song they could possibly choose. And when they practiced singing it, their voices melded together so perfectly it was sick. This was worse than watching them sing Lucky for their duet. This was just terrible. Finally, I couldn't sit there any longer and watch their disgusting love fest. I grabbed my cheerios jacket and stormed out of the room, as I ignored Mr. Schue and Brittany's cries for me to come back. Eventually I found myself under the bleachers crying. Why in the world am I crying? He's just a stupid boy. A stupid boy who already has a girlfriend. A girlfriend who he gave a promise ring to. A stupid boy who is way too good for me. A stupid boy you're in love with. And there was that stupid voice in the back of my head. I was in love with Sam. There's no way he would ever go for me though. I'm not his type. And he's just too good for me. He's perfect and I'm a slut. Why would he take me when he can have Quinn. Perfect, beautiful, head cheerleader, loaded with money Quinn. Why would he ever pick me-slut, cheater,do 'em and dump 'em, head bitch Santana- over Quinn? No, it would never happen. I would just have to get over it. Before I could get up off the ground, I heard a voice calling my name. As fast as I could, I tried to fix my make-up as best as I could and stepped out from my hiding place.

"Santana? You here? Santaaaa-Oh there you are! I was looking for you. The Glee club got worried so I offered to come find you. You okay?"

Sam…they sent Sam to come find me? "Um, yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Because if there's anything wrong, I'm here."

Perfect. He's so perfect. Why me? "No, I'm fine." I started, but then figured what the hell? "Actually…well…" Why was this so hard? He's Sam. He's perfect. He's not gonna judge me. Right? "Do you think I'm a slut?" I rushed out. Sam looked taken aback at that. Shit! "I mean…um…nevermind. Sorry." I stumbled over my words as I tried to get away.

"No. No, I don't think you're a slut, Santana. Deep down I think you're a great girl. I think you sleeping around and acting like a bitch towards everyone is a defense. You've built up walls around yourself in order to protect your heart. I think you're actually a really great girl. I'd like to get to know the real you someday. If you'd let me."

I didn't turn as he talked. I simply kept looking straight ahead. When he had finished, I quickly walked away, so he couldn't see the bright smile that was forming on my tear stained face. Maybe I would never be good enough for him, but maybe that didn't matter. Maybe he was too perfect to care.

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Santana and Sam were laying in the park, just enjoying the warm summer air. They were both cuddled up on a picnic blanket Sam had brought. Santana had her head on Sam's chest with one arm slung over his stomach and the other wrapping around the arm he had around her shoulders. Sam's other hand was tracing random patterns on Santana's bare arm. They had spent the entire day in the park.

They had walked around hand in hand for a while until they had come to a playground. Sam had insisted on pushing her on the swing. At first Santana had felt extremely silly and self conscious, but eventually she had stopped caring and had just let herself enjoy it. After they had walked around a bit more, they had chosen a spot to have their picnic and Sam had laid down the picnic blanket and pulled their sandwiches out of the picnic basket. He had brought her favourite-peanut butter and jelly with pink lemonade. When they had finished their lunch, they had just cuddled up and had been laying there ever since.

Normally, Santana wasn't one for this ooey gooey romantic crap. But ever since she had been dating Sam, she thrived on it. She loved cuddling with him. That was one thing she had never experienced before Sam. Just cuddling. Her one night stands never gave enough time for cuddling. It had always been the quick do 'em and leave 'em. But now Santana could lay wrapped in Sam's arms for forever. Of course that's not all they did. While Sam may have calmed Santana down a little, Santana definitely was able to bring out a more wild side in Sam. Not that she would ever tell anyone. She was keeping all of him all to herself.

Santana smirked, when suddenly she was broken from her thoughts. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" Sam asked.

"Just how my parents are gone this weekend and that my siblings are at my abuelas house," Santana grinned wickedly.

Sam grinned down at her and kissed the top of her head. They stayed silent for a little while longer and when Sam thought Santana was almost asleep he moved his hand to cup Santana's cheek as he lifted her head so he could look in her eyes. "You're perfect."