Hey guys, here's ficlet #4! Also, a number of people put me on story alert for the last ficlet, and while that is flattering, I just wanted you all to know that these are not multi-chapter stories and I'm sorry if I disappointed/confused you. I hope you enjoy, and please, please review! It seemed like people author and story alerted and favorited but did not review. I'd really appreciate some feedback!

"Am I supposed to give up everything I am,

Just to make you happy?

I thought I was the one,

You always wanted me to be.

Turns out,

I'm just little old me."

- Sara Haze, "Lovely"

Her mommy was a highly regarded plastic surgeon and her daddy was a doctor that was quickly climbing the ranks in health magazines. Needless to say, she rarely ever saw them.

Santana had never really liked her parents anyways, so she couldn't say that she regretted the fact that they were always gone. Besides, it gave her and Britt more time to have sex without fear of interruption. But the one thing that she hated the most was the fact that Santana was supposed to be perfect in her parents eyes.

But she wasn't. She knew that she never could be. She knew that once she came out as a lesbian that they'd kick her out. That's why she couldn't tell anyone and that's why Brittany secretly understood, even through she verbalized the opposite.

In the summer of 2010, Mrs. Lopez brought up the topic of breast augmentation just as a casual topic around the dinner table. Santana had almost scoffed at the fact when she heard that the family was actually having dinner together for once. Apparently there was something "important" they needed to talk about.

Naturally, to put it bluntly, it was a boob job.

"Santana, honey," her mother had began slowly, knowing that she was walking upon a tightrope blindfolded. "Your father and I have decided that in order to maintain your popular status, you're going to need to do something to your body."

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest protectively and lifted her chin high. "Why, because you're afraid that I'm going to end up sexier than the both of you combined?"

"No, sweetie, we simply want to improve your body permanently with a breast augmentation."

Santana almost choked on her pasta as it slid down her suddenly dry throat. "Excuse me? I'm not insecure. I don't need a freaking boob job."

Mrs. Lopez's smile turned into closed lips. "Santana, your father has an amazing health care program. It would be such a shame to see this opportunity go to waste." She had smiled again, this time devilishly. " You're going to do it a week and a half from now."

Santana stood up and left the table. "Goddamn superficial family!" She called Brittany and Brittany listened to her soft sobs and desperate cries.

Needless to say, when school had come around, jocks were staring at her newly formed bust, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of insecurity. Jew-Fro was aiming the camera at her chest and when she wanted to run to the bathroom and let it all out, she simply retorted, "My eyes are up here, Jew-Fro!"

Sue had called her to the office, and this time, she decided to play the card of the heartbroken, insecure sixteen year-old girl. Sue continued on and on about how wrong it was, and Santana couldn't help but internally agree.

When it was finally her turn to speak, she whispered. The real answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she chose quickly not to use it. "I just wanted people to notice me more. I don't see what the big deal is."

Sue demotes her to the bottom of the pyramid, but as she walks out of the office, her face crumples and Brittany catches her. Who would've thought that Santana Lopez, head bitch, was one of the least superficial and insecure of them all?