A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. This first chapter, the prologue, was previously published in Scraps as a stand-alone piece (an anon wanted genderswap!Rachel), but the plot that came to me after I posted it wouldn't leave me be, so here we are.
Be aware this starts out as m/f Pezberry but will eventually end up with f/f Santina and m/m Samchel. Thanks.
Ray Berry was short. Looking down her nose at him, Santana sneered. "I don't date Oompa-Loompas. Or losers."
The boy's smile didn't slip. "I'm two inches taller than you, Santana." He slipped his hands into his back pockets, shrugging confidently, "And as an accomplished leading man and new quarterback of the football team, I am not a loser."
"You're the new quarterback?" Santana's eyebrows snapped up, her eyes sweeping up and down Ray's body. Suddenly, he wasn't looking so loser-ish. He did have nice broad shoulders and decent biceps, and the longer she looked at him, he was surprisingly handsome. Maybe she could work with the big nose and slight height.
Ray smirked, shaking his head as he turned away to his locker, pulling a new letterman jacket out. "As of yesterday. So," he looked back at her as he pulled it on, "Think about it. Even if you only start contemplating dating me due to my new social status, I am confident my natural charms will pull you in the rest of the way."
Well wasn't he cocky? Santana smirked. "I'm not that easy, dwarf boy." Starting past him, giving him a simple flirty look under her eyelashes, she laughed to herself at how easily red rose on his olive skin.
Ray Berry, huh? Santana never would have considered the uber-gleek before, even if she had to admit he was a damn good singer and had spades of talent; she'd even, honestly, after his relationship with Tina had ended during winter break, thought the guy might have been gay. So either he wasn't or he wanted Santana as his beard, and honestly, at this point, Santana didn't care. As the new quarterback, he'd be her perfect beard.
Besides. Santana turned on her heel. Studying Ray from down the hall, she tilted her head, eyes narrowing. Something told her he wouldn't be pushy about starting a physical relationship.
Maybe he would be perfect.