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A/N: A pairing I never really thought about until I was searching and realized there is NO fanfic about them here. Thought I might start it along (hopefully).

Boredly stirring her decaf mocha coffee, Santana felt hollow. What was wrong with her romantic drive? Really what was it that made her so territorial when it came to Puck? She shuddered just thinking about him. She didn't enjoy being with him that much, she enjoyed deflowering Finn much more and that was with a virgin! Matt and Mike were too…so-so. Kurt was gay, Artie was with Tina (and she did not have those kinds of feelings for him) and no way she would go out with any of the other Neanderthal jocks in school. College boys were still asses and nerds freaked her out. Finn was the closest she had ever gotten to feeling anything and she didn't even want to be with him. An arm around her shoulder brought Santana back to reality. She tensed as she turned around. She let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't a boy.

It was just Quinn, being her usual comforting self.

"Hey, Santana, I've noticed that you aren't really yourself lately," Quinn said as she sat in the seat across from Santana.

"Yeah," Santana said numbly. Quinn raised her eyebrows, a way of urging Santana to continue.

"Fine. It's just…I've tried so many guys and none feel right. Like even for a high school level relationship. I sleep around so much…all I am is a female Puck," Santana said distastefully. Quinn's mouth parted in shock and then set in strong determination and disappointment.

"You couldn't be more wrong! You don't drink and you don't cheat and you don't date older men. Puck dates cougars," Quinn ranted. I don't date older men, Santana's mind repeated. Quinn and Puck had never worked out and Quinn was waiting for her chance to win Finn back.

"Yeah," Santana said listlessly.

"Santana, you'll find a guy who likes you more for then just a good time, trust me," Quinn said and smiled. Then she patted Santana's hand and left the coffee shop.

In Glee the next day Santana sat in front. She sat cross legged and placed her chin in her cupped hand. Puck caught her gaze and she scowled at him, silencing any of his requests. Matt and Mike got her cold demeanor and sat away from her. This week their assignment was to find a song that showed their change from last year. Mr. Schue had gotten crazy with emotion since they sang To Sir With Love last year. Rachel had gone yesterday singing I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis. Santana was going today. She knew how she had changed. Oh yeah. Big time. It was only the second week of the new school year! She had plenty of time to prove how she had changed. The music started.

Oh sweetheart put the bottle down
You got too much talent
I see you through those bloodshot eyes
There's a cure you found it
Slow motion sparks
You caught that chill
Now don't deny it
But boys will be boys
Oh yes they will
They don't wanna define it
Just give up the game and get into me
If you're looking for thrills then get cold feet

Oh no I do not hook up, up
I go slow
So if you want me
I don't come cheap
Keep your hand in my hand
Your heart on your sleeve
Oh no I do not hook up, up
I fall deep
'Cause the more that you try
The harder I'll fight
To say ... Goodnight

I can't cook no but I can clean
Up the mess she left
Lay your head down and feel the beat
As I kiss your forehead
This may not last
But this is now
So love the one you're with
You want a chase
But you're chasing your tail
A quick fix won't ever get you well

[Oh no I do not hook up, up
I go slow
So if you want me
I don't come cheap
Keep your hand in my hand
Your heart on your sleeve
Oh no I do not hook up, up
I fall deep
'Cause the more that you try
The harder I'll fight
To say ... Goodnight

Cause I feel
A distance... between us
Could be over
With a snap of your finger

Oh no

Oh no I do not hook up, up
I go slow
So if you want me
I don't come cheap
Keep your hand in my hand
Your heart on your sleeve
Oh no I do not hook up, up
I fall deep
'Cause the more that you try
The harder I'll fight
To say ... Goodnight

Oh sweetheart put the bottle down
'Cause you don't wanna miss out

Santana caught him staring. Wow he had beautiful eyes. Scratch that. Beautiful everything. He was just beautiful. But she didn't get with guys just because they were good looking anymore. Of course that didn't mean she had to abandon her bag of tricks. Wow girl, even you can't get that, one part of Santana thought. I was just staring, nothing more, the other part of her retorted.

She allotted herself one more glance at one Mr. William Schuester before sitting down.