Ok, soo, since I'm a fic whore, I came up with a new idea. For those of you who live in South East Asia, you might know the movie Cyrano Agency, this is kinda based off of that. Of course, I'll go my own way with it. For those of you who don't know the movie, this is a little bit like 'Hitch', I guess.

Prologue

All great individuals throughout history have said something along the likes of "To be successful, just do what you love, and the rest will follow." Pretty sure what they had in mind was a world away from what Santana was doing. There were a few crucial things you may need to know about Santana Lopez (well, there are a a lot of things you may want to know about her, but for now, let's just get a few things cleared up).

Number one, she did NOT have a threesome involving Quinn in highschool, not even when she was shitfaced, or even after smoking some grass with Puck and was horny as fuck.

Number two, she was gayer than...a gay thing...Whatever, basically, Santana was gay. Has always been gay, will always be gay.

Number three, if seduction were an art, then she'd be more talented than freakin Picasso and Monet put together. Not to toot her own horn, but Santana was pretty much a genius in that department.

Number four, Santana found college extremely and utterly boring, balding guys, standing in the middle of a room, droning on about shit no one cared about, and she's pretty sure nobody would ever even use in the real world. So, of course, she dropped out.

Number five, she had a group of unlikely friends. There was Puck, her best friend since middle school. No, they never dated, never will. There was Artie Abrams, the nerd geek without legs. Well, to be fair, he did have legs, but never used them, rolling around in his wheelchair all day. Studying at MIT, something tech-y, no doubt. Tina Cohen-Chang, an Asian with an obvious fake stutter, something about using it to apply to colleges...honestly, what was it with Asians and getting into universities at whatever cost? Last, but certainly not least, Quinn 'no longer HBIC' Fabray (ok, that wasn't her nickname, but whatever). What did these four people have in common? They were all pretty much desperate for money.

So, they came together and started something. Something big, something possibly even revolutionary. Not in the common sense of the word, of course, but they would be changing lives, making miserable people happier, making the world a better place, even. At least, that was what Santana had pitched to them, while they were all drunk, and after having watched 'Hitch' because there just simply wasn't anything good on TV.

"Ok, David, relax now, go with the script." Santana spoke into the microphone, eyes focused on the screens in front of her. Watching.

He did, repeating lines like instructed the day before. Honestly, some people just had natural acting ability, David was not one of those people. The whole group had been pretty much stuck in the motel room the previous day, rehearsing and helping the poor guy get it right. By the end of it, they were all ready to rip each other's hair out. Now, it was time to deliver, and it seemed as though their hard work was somewhat paying off. This Kate girl was more than ready to go all putty in his hands. The only annoying thing was he kept shifting the little earpiece around. God, did this guy even know the definition of playing it cool? Still, it was gonna take a little more than what seemed like an weird ear fetish or something to put Kate off. She was too far gone by then. Like most of them are.

"I really like you, Kate."

Santana nodded, although he couldn't see her, "Good, keep going."

"Can I...? No, nevermind."

"Now turn around and walk away, just like we practiced. Don't look back."

Again, the guy did as he was told.

"And five...four...three...two...-" Santana counted out loud, trademark smirk on her face.

"Wait, David. What is it?"

Annnnddd mission accomplished. Even a guy like David would be able to take it from there. Taking off the headphones and sitting back triumphantly in her chair, Santana turned to Quinn, "And you were scared I wasn't gonna be able to pull it off because...?"

Even the blonde had to be impressed.

Here's the last thing you need to know about Santana Lopez. She never failed.