Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

"Look at that hot piece of ass."

Seven words. Seven freaking words that changed my world.

What would have happened if I did not raise my head to look at that 'hot piece of ass', I will never know.

But because of those seven simple words, I looked up from my sandwich, followed the line of sight of the guy who muttered those silly seven words, found that 'hot piece of ass', and I just knew my life will never be the same.

Exaggerated? I think not.

"So, anyone know who that is?" Puck's voice brought everyone back to life. I can see some dazed look and awkward blushes around the table.

"That's Santana Lopez." Mike said, suddenly finding his spaghetti really worthy of being focused on.

"And… how'd you know her name?" Mercedes beat me to it.

"Oh, I'm her neighbor. So I'm sure it's her."

"Let me sleep over." Puck muttered dazedly as he tried to get another glimpse of that "hot piece of ass". I saw him looking for Santana at the other side of the cafeteria. I wanted to mimic his actions, but no can do.

Sam tapped Puck to get the boy's attention when Puck started craning his neck disturbingly higher.

"What?"

"Dude, cut it. It's suicide." Sam was saying.

Puck huffed at that and began flexing his muscles. I tried to swallow my food quickly to prevent from gagging from the unwanted display.

"Please, she'd want in on the Puckasaurus trai- "

"Maybe, I should've been clearer. She's a Lopez, the Lopez." Mike cut him off.

"… and?" Kurt pushed and I want to second that, 'cause really, what I miss?

Mike and Sam shared an incredulous look which would have really earned a slap from me cause seriously? These two know more than Mercedes and Kurt? What twisted universe am I in?

When the answer didn't come as fast as I wanted it to come, I decided to intervene because the suspense is literally killing me.

"The suspense is killing me. Spill."

My face, as Brittany sometimes would tell me, held that perfect bored gaze and I know my voice didn't hold any emotion despite me saying the actual truth out loud. I rock platonic look any time of day.

Mike looked at Sam again and I swear, are they dating?

"She's pretty famous you know? Even if she was gone for three years. Sorry, we kind of forgot that you guys aren't really from Lima."

True that. There's Noah Puckerman, Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel and Brittany Pierce who all, like me, just started living here in Lima two and a half years ago under the same company program our parents are involved in.

Yep. Our parents know each other and work with each other. Yey.

Kurt motioned for Mike to continue because it really didn't explain anything.

I mean sure, this Santana Lopez could have easily claimed she's a new generation goddess, cloned and ready to rule the world and I would've believed her without any further explanation and just swear allegiance to whatever kingdom she's leading, march up front and defend her honor till the day I die, but that's beside the point.

"Well, she's the youngest and most prized Lopez child of the Lopez clan who are like mafias that just mellowed some four-five years ago." Mike was saying as he waved his fork around like he was just adding one plus one.

"I haven't heard of that. No playin' boy. " Mercedes has every right to doubt that because if there was a mafia history around this town, heck even a small-time crime issue, the company wouldn't have invested here and relocate their top executives' and advisors' family.

And come on? Mafia? What is this, the 19th century?

"Not playing with you guys here. They're not really celebrity mafias, you know? People don't talk about them. They're like a high-class yakuza family. With the big guns but Robinhood style? Or something. Arg, I don't know! She's just badass." Sam stuffed his lips with his burger, probably not knowing what to say anymore.

And as if she sensed that people are blatantly talking about her, Santana Lopez walked our way again. This time, she's flanked on either side by two girls slightly smaller than her. They decided to sit at a table directly parallel to ours and I can't help but look at her, and I found comfort knowing everyone else was doing that, judging by the sudden eerie stillness that shook this part of the cafeteria.

I see her get settled and she started looking around as well. Her face contorts in a glare, probably scaring off people and reprimanding them from staring. I wonder if she feels uncomfortable holding a gaze.

And just as the thought entered my mind, I saw her look my way and I was a tad slower to take my eyes off of her before it's too late. But it was. And now, she's looking straight at me. I held my breath and wondered if she would glare, smirk, roll her eyes at me, materialize a gun and shoot me. But no bullets came. She's just… staring right back at me.

And by gods, of all people she can stare back at, why me?

I knew my eyes are a little wide from the shock. And I know this is the right time to look down, up, left or right, anywhere to break this staring contest. But somehow her eyes have roped mine and dear Lord how can I feel so hot when I know for a fact that this cafeteria is ridiculously air-conditioned?

The sudden tug at her shirt by one of the girls she's with finally saved me from her smoldering gaze and I breathe a sigh of relief. And I just then noticed everyone at the table looking at me. I looked back with a 'what' on my face.

"You hot for Puck's lady?" Puck's voice held no malice, which I know. But I still didn't like the smirk he's sporting.

"What?" was all that I managed to come up with.

"You just had a stare-fest with her." Mercedes added which Kurt back up by poking my side.

"Eye-sexed her." Brittany wasn't really helping.

"Undres – "

"Okay. Okay. Stop." I raised my hand to stop whatever's going to come out of Sam's lips.

They all look at me as if I was to reveal the secret to eternal youth. I sighed, cause what can I say?

I'm smitten! That was the best 30 seconds of my life! If staring at her does things to me, what more if she touches me! I will go to her house immediately and ask her family for her hand in marriage, then I shall have our lady-babies' name tattooed all over my body!

"I was sizing her up, good addition to the Cheerios, right Britt?" I said as nonchalant as I could muster. Damn, I should be an actress!

Brittany just looked at me disbelievingly. Mercedes chuckled and Puck patted my back. I feel like I'm missing something again. Kurt looked at me with a sort of proud look on his face.

"Trust Quinn Fabray to deny eating a cake when her lips are smothered by icing."