I got this idea earlier tonight. I was listening to Bottoms Up by Trey Songz and one of the first lines of the song is "It's Mr. Steal Your Girl." I thought that sounds like a good story. So here this is. I kinda like this. We'll see where it goes.

I'm working on In The Dark. There's just a few more chapters of that one left. And I deleted my other story, The First Cut Isn't The Deepest. I can't write for it anymore right now and was a bit uncomfortable keeping it up. I'm not sure why. But if I get the inspiration, I'll start it again and repost it.

Anyway, on with this story. I really hope you like it. So please review! I'll beg if I have to lol. :)

The name is Lopez. Santana Lopez. I'm what you might call a player. Whatever. I'm young. I'm hot. I have more money than I know what to with. Here in LA, I have a reputation for stealing girls from, well, everyone. I don't care if she's straight or not, she'll end up leaving with me. That's just how it works. It was a rare night that I leave the club alone. Yes, I'm that good.

I sighed as I looked through my closet. Why do I never have anything to wear? I flipped through more and more clothes, not finding anything that catches my eye. "The fuck? I have hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of clothes but nothing to wear."

"Hey Lopez," Puck smirked, walking into my closet.

"What's up?" I tried ignoring my roommate/best friend/brother but he's annoyingly persistent.

"Where we going tonight?"

"Nowhere if I can't find anything to wear."

"Seriously? This again?"

"Shut up."

"Let me help."

I hated to admit it but the boy had good style. I always loved what he picked out for me. Tonight was no exception. I smiled at his choice. "Call Mike and Matt. We're going to the Rumba Room tonight. Usual time."

"Sweet! I heard that place was pretty awesome."

"Get ready or I'm leaving your ass here."

I laughed as Puck ran out of the room. It was already 9:30. Crap. I have to hurry. I have less than 2 hours before we're supposed to leave. After a quick shower, I dressed and started on my hair, which took the longest. At 11, I stepped out of my bedroom to find Puck standing there. "Ready?" I asked him.

"It's Mr. Steal Your Girl!" Puck nodded, checking out his handiwork. Black heels. Tight white pants. Green shirt that showed off my abs and my boobs amazingly. Straightened hair. Simple make-up, dark eyeliner and clear gloss. "Definitely getting action tonight, dude."

"You know it." I smirked.

"Well let's go then!"

I laughed at this enthusiasm. We made our way outside to my brand new black on black Range Rover, just a little present for myself. We finally got to the Rumba Room where Matt and Mike were outside waiting. I gave the keys to the valet before walking up to the boys.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mike, Matt, and Puck announced quite loudly to the huge line outside, "beware! Mr. Steal Your Girl is on the prowl tonight!"

I shook my head and walked past them, laughing. I slipped the bouncer some money and he let us right inside. Instinctively, I headed for the bar. Jack and Coke for me. I leaned against the bar and checked the place out. It wasn't too bad, but not the greatest.

"Hey sexy." I haven't been here ten minutes and I'm already getting hit on. Great.

"Hello." I casually sipped my drink, hoping he would go away.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"No thanks. I'm ok."

"How about a dance then?"

"I'm trying to be nice here but I'm really not interested."

"Well fuck you, bitch."

"Excuse me?" Puck turned around quickly. Matt and Mike moved to each side of him. "What did you just say to her?"

"N-n-nothing."

"That's what I thought. Now beat it."

The guy ran off and I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm going to dance. Hold this." I pushed my drink at Puck and headed to the dance floor. After an hour or so of dancing, I walked back over to the boys. I downed a couple drinks and sighed.

"Who's your mark tonight?" Mike asked over the music.

"I'm thinking her." I nodded in the direction of a cute brunette with tall, awkward guy. "It looks like a first or second date. I could probably get her pretty easily."

"Here's your chance. He's getting up." Puck pushed me toward the girl.

I put on my irresistible, sexy face and slid up next to the girl. "It's a shame your boy left you all alone. A girl hot as you should never be alone."

"He just went to the restroom." The brunette smiled.

"I'm Santana."

"Rachel."

"Can I buy you a drink, Rachel?" I smiled my stunning smile and could see the girl cracking.

"Sure." Rachel smiled brightly.

"Great." I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her toward the bar. I went back to my spot next to Puck and winked at him. "What do you have, Rachel?"

"Appletini please."

I nodded and got the bartender's attention. He fixed our drinks a bit stronger than the first couple. "So Rachel, what brought you out tonight?"

"First date." The little brunette rolled her eyes.

"Not going well?"

"It's much better now."

"I'm glad I can help. Dance?"

"Ok." Rachel smiled.

I could tell the girl was a bit tipsy. Hell, I was too. We made our way to the dance floor. She passed her date, giving him a smile and wave. I laughed and pulled her close as we started moving to the music. Her hands quickly finding my hips. She eventually turned around, grinding against me. My hands resting on her hips and pulling her closer. I leaned forward, moving her hair around to the other shoulder. "Wanna get out of here?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bar. I smiled at Puck. "Let's go, driver."

"He's your driver?" Rachel stumbled, looking confused.

"Tonight he is." I laughed. "Let's go. Later guys."

I waved goodbye to the boys before walking toward the door with my arm around the short brunette's shoulder. Outside, I gave the valet the ticket and he quickly came back with the car. I gave him a pretty generous tip before handing the keys to Puck. I saw Rachel's date standing off to the side, looking upset. I winked and blew him a kiss then pulled the brunette into the backseat of the Range Rover.

"I love this car." Rachel looked around, amazed.

"Me too." I laughed. "Don't scratch it, Puckerman!"

"I wouldn't dream of it, ma'am." Puck tipped his invisible driver's cap.

I laughed and looked over at Rachel with glazed eyes. She must have known what I was thinking because before I could register what happened, she was on my lap. Our lips met with lust and desire. She started grinding on my lap. I groaned slightly. Puck better hurry up. I don't know how much longer I can wait.

Should I continue or no?