Prologue

Sometimes I feel as if every morning is the same. I wake up in my almost entirely black room, complete with posters of my favorite rock bands (both the classics and the modern ones) before closing my eyes and rolling over onto my stomach to bury my head in my pillow. Then, when I fail at falling back asleep, I roll out of bed, take a shower, get dressed in my cheerios uniform and go down stairs for breakfast.

I know that it sounds mundane and a little monotonous… well, that's because it is. I would like to say that the fact that some days I eat a plain bagel with strawberry cream cheese instead of the regular kind makes me more interesting. Or maybe when I eat frosted flakes in place of the usual bowl of cheerios. However, the sad truth is that my life just isn't that interesting.

It is strange though. As I walk through the halls of McKinley High School, I notice how everyone looks at me as I pass them. The girls all have that look of envy and boys all have that look of lust. I am Santana Lopez after all, co-head cheerleader slash head bitch in charge.

Along with my best friend, Quinn, I have successfully made it to my senior year at McKinley at the top of the social pyramid. Fortunately, no one other than her has become close enough to me to find out how boring and ordinary my life actually is.

Overall, I am happy with my life. I have good friends and I do get decent sex on a regular basis. There really isn't anything I can truly complain about.

"Good morning, Santana. Should I be expecting to see you in glee today?" Well, I guess I spoke too soon.

Rachel Berry. Now, her I can complain about. I don't know if I should start with her annoying voice or at the ridiculous sweaters that she wears. "You know, Santana, just because you don't answer me doesn't mean that I will stop talking. Mr. Shuester says that there is some big news and that the lunch meeting is mandatory. Quinn already said that she is coming and I am scared that if you don't then we might just need to kick you…"

"What? Kick me out of glee club?" I take a step closer to her, leaving less than a foot between us. I wouldn't normally like to get this close to Berry, but if she thinks that she can threaten me the girl gots another thing coming. "Boo-freaking-hoo. How will I ever live without glee club? Listen and listen close, Gayberry. Apart from you, I am the only one in that room that can actually hold a note that doesn't break glass or make dogs want to dig a deep hole and bury themselves in it. I will come to a meeting during my lunch if I want to. Now go find your orca and hide in his blubber so I don't have to see or hear from you."

I could tell that my intimidation worked when she faltered while taking a step back. However, she was Rachel Berry, she had to be used to the taunting by now. "I am so sorry that you feel as though you need to belittle Finn and myself as a way to make yourself feel better about your own numerous flaws. But honestly, Santana, if you can't even try and make time for glee club why would we want to give you any solos?"

I can honestly say that I am not proud of what I did next because I'm pretty sure that it is the lamest thing I've ever done, but I turned and walked away. If there is one thing that McKinley is famous for the drama the goes down here. Crowds grow out of thin air to see a fight. And I don't want to sound full of myself or anything, but a Santana Lopez fight is always a crowd pleaser. Today, however, I don't feel like dealing with any of the little shits that I go to school with.

Although I don't really feel like going to my math class, I make the turn down the hall that I do every weekday morning around 7:15 am. Like usual, right in front of the door Quinn is leaning against the wall waiting for me. Math is the one class that we have together other than glee and our cheerleading time. I can see a smile grow on her face as soon as she sees me walking toward her. I naturally began to work a sexy strut the rest of the way to her. "Hey, Q, what's up?"

"Just waiting for my good lucking best friend," Quinn pulled herself so that she was standing straight and began to follow me into the almost full classroom. "You wouldn't have seen her anywhere have you?"

"You think you are so funny." She chuckled at me while I just rolled my eyes. Since Quinn and I are the two most kick ass hotties at McKinley, everyone knows to leave two of the front row seats that were next to each other open for us. Despite what the common rumors that get spread say, the two of us have some of the highest grades here. Of course mine aren't nearly as high as Quinn's, but I don't have to sweat it because my dad's a doctor. My family has more than enough money to send me to college

Quinn and I have a few minutes to catch up with what we did on Sunday before our teacher walks in and the entire class grows silent. If I didn't have a dream to become superstar famous, being a teacher wouldn't be a horrible career move. Teachers have power. Teachers demand respect. Well, at least good teachers do. And who really cares if it is only over a bunch disrespectful teenagers – it would be fun to crack down a whip and make them cry.

Okay… so I might have a bit of a temper, but it isn't like I want to be the president. That is a job for old men or ugly old women, I'm too hot to be wearing dress suits every day. I'm pretty sure that if you live in the white house they make you wear those to bed and probably even when you go swimming. Can the president even wear a bikini? Because I look too good in a bikini to have that option taken away.

As soon as the bell rings signaling the end of first period, I wait for Quinn to throw everything into her backpack. "So are you going to this Glee club meeting?"

"You know that I'll be there, Santana." I can practically feel Quinn roll her eyes, that's how well I know her.

"Oh, right. Gotta keep an eye on the giant and Frodo. Wouldn't want them to find the ring."

"I don't know if I should be more annoyed by the fact that you are using Lord of the Ring references or that I think you are implying that MY boyfriend would marry Rachel."

"Probably the second one," I responded as I followed her out of the classroom, "I recently watched the first thirty minutes of that ridiculous movie and find it geek enough to use it to describe all the nerds."

Quinn laughed despite the fact that I had also included her boyfriend in with the nerds and said goodbye as we parted ways in the hallway. As much as I love her, and trust me I do, I think that Quinn's taste in men is questionable. Other than the fact that Finn is a football player, he really doesn't have any qualities that could be considered 'sexy.' Plus there is the obvious fact that he drools everytime he sees Rachel Berry.

Of course, I guess any guy would go for an annoying midget with a big nose if they were dating the president of the celibacy club.

I on the other hand, have a different approach… I smirk at the thought of that being the reason why every sway of my cheerios skirt is being followed by a couple leering eyes as I walk down the hall.

I have learned that the best way to stay on top in high school is to well – be on top… of a lot of guys. I have definitely slept with most of the football players, but I don't discriminate. As long as he is either as or more popular than me, I'm at least willing to give out a handjob. This system has worked really well for me these past 3 years and I don't see any reason to change it now.

Relationships aren't just something that I want to do in High School. There is no way that I am going to let anything keep me attached to Lima, Ohio. Quinn has only got as close to me as she has because our desire to get out of here and avoid being a Lima Loser is about as strong as her love for bacon.

Which is really strong.

I always hate being one of the first to walk into the choir room. Whether the meeting is at lunch or after school, being the first to arrive to glee club just makes you look lame. That's why I have learned to always intentionally be three minutes late. Three minutes is just late enough to be considered on time, but still early enough that no one really notices.

One my way to glee today, I used my extra time to fix my ponytail in the bathroom and get my nail file from my locker. I could hear Rachel talking a mile a minute before I even walked through the door and rolled my eyes. Of course.

I walked in and went up the steps to the seat between Quinn and Aretha. I know that the name Aretha isn't really that creative or condescending, but Beyonce was taken by the flamboyant gay boy that was sitting in the front row wearing something made by someone who's name I most likely couldn't pronounce.

Mr. Schuester, our glee coach slash "spanish" teacher walks through the door and straight to the white board at the front of the class. He only does this when he thinks that he has some exciting lesson to teach us. I guess by not acknowledging us when he walks in he thinks that he is building suspense, but trust me, none of us will be surprised to hear that he has yet another journey song that he wants us to sing.

Although, I can't wait to hear what is so important that I need to spend my lunch with the geek club, I decide that It's time to work on my nails. I can hear a couple people squeal in excitement, but honestly, that is a daily occurance in this room. All it takes is for someone to say the name Celine, Mariah, or Whitney and half of the people faint with excitement.

"Washington DC." Mr. Schuester finally speaks from the front of the room. "Well, kids, we've been invited to sing to the President of the United States!"

I look up and I know that the look of surprise on my face is no where near flattering. All the students around me are cheering and talking amongst themselves, but I for some reason I can't join them in their cheering. "Are you Shiting us right now?"

"No, Santana. I agree with you that it is surprising, but he has invited the top 15 show choirs in the nation to come and perform for some the special needs children in the area. Him, his family and staff will all be there as well. He has prided himself and focused his campaign on trying to keep art in public schools, this must be his way of doing it."

"Mr. Shue, I think that since Finn and I are the two that lead the group to being 12th place at nationals last year, we should be given a duet at the White House conference as well." Of course the hobbit would try to make this about herself.

Before I can give Rachel Berry and he big mouth the verbal lashing of a decade, Aretha speaks up. "Oh, hell to the no! Rachel, in case you and Finn don't remember, you are the two that lost it for us. I will not deny that you two have the perfect voices for major competitions where we need a simple ballad, but this isn't a competition. It's time for the rest of us to shine."

"Actually, this is a competition of sorts." Mr. Schuester interrupts causing Rachel's frown turns into a smile and she turns to the other girl in a cocky manner. Fuck, I want to whipe that smirk right off her face. "The children will judge and the winning show choir will be asked to perform at the President's daughter's birthday party the following week."

"That doesn't mean that Berry and Frankenteen get the solo. We should all have a chance to shine."

Rachel now stands and walks to the front of the room next to Mr. Schue and looks straight at me.

"Know that all of you are an important part of the team, but if you guys want to win then Finn and I are the obvious choices."

"I actually agree with Santana and Mercedes on this one, Rachel." Mr. Schuester pats her back, leading her back to her seat. I love the look of complete shock that she is wearing right now. "This is a big chance for all of you, which is why I am picking Quinn and Puck for the duet and Santana gets the solo. If we win – I mean, when we win. There will be more than enough time for Mercedes, Kurt, Tina and Rachel to all get solos."

Everyone appears to be happy with it except for Rachel, who of course just looks super pissed off and is glaring at Mr. Shue. I don't really care how she feels, though because I am pretty damn ecstatic. My best friend and I get to be featured in a show for President Pierce… hell yeah!

"We have two weeks until we leave. That gives us enough time to be prepared to win and to perform at the birthday party. The trip is completely free for the school and for us, but I do need your parents to sign some permission slips."

I look over at Quinn to see her smiling. Things have been a lot better between her and her mom since they kicked her father out last year. I am also relived that this opprotunity is this year as opposed to last year.

Last year was a tough time for Quinn and I. She got pregnant by Puck, leading to her getting kicked out of her house. She lived with people from glee club, but actually getting any consent from her parents would have been impossible at that point.

My year was similar, only I had to live with my parent's constant disappointment. I kept trying to tell them that at least I didn't get pregnant like Quinn, however, apparently getting suspended for getting caught having sex in the janitor's closet was just as bad in my parent's eyes. I was grounded for the entire year. The only time I was allowed out of the house was to go to school, cheerios practice, or to glee club.

Needless to say, it sucked.

Oddly enough, looking around the choir room at all the losers that I loosily consider friends, I find myself excited for the next few weeks. Maybe, just maybe senior year wont be too bad.

A/N: I know that I have another new story to work on, but this idea was just cramming my head with a giant cork preventing me from working on it. I can't say that updates will be as frequent as I would like since I have to alternate between the two, but I would love to hear if you guys have any interest in this idea.

Thanks for reading!