A/N: Trying a little fluff here :))

The song Santana thinks is Akon- Lonely :/

The song Santana sings is Katy Perry- Who Am I Living For

Mentions of: Fuinn, Bartie, Puckleberry 3 Klaine

Santana walked swiftly with her books in hand, her ponytail swishing from side to side with a vengeance, her face glowing with anger and a familiar smirk on her face. She was fed up. Fed up of being alone. She had just bounced into Quinn and Finn holding hands, looking lovingly into each other eyes. She wanted to gag! Now all the Glee couples just tauntingly flaunted their relationships in front of her eyes. Brittany atop Artie's lap being wheeled to class, Puckerman at his locker, showering Rupaul with butterfly kisses. I still don't fucking understand why he chose her over this hot piece of ass. Even Kurt was getting some hot booty over at the GayLords Academy. I was sick and tired. I didn't understand what the universe wanted me to do, make out with Cadbury eggs like fucking Zizes ? It was so frustrating and actually made me feel like a pathetic loser, not that anyone even cares any more.

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I walked into the choir room by myself to see Tina and Mike were galloping across the choir room like two show horses. You can dance. We get the fucking point! I sat down and tuned out Schuster and thought to myself, I actually need to explain how I fel with an Akon song.

Lonely, I'm Mrs. Lonely

I have nobody

To ca-all my own

My thoughts were interrupted by Schuster calling me out to do a solo. It disturbed me a little bit, why didn't he call Man-Hands like he usually does. As I stepped down only one song came to mind.

As the futuristic music began I opened my mouth

Ooh yea-aah ah-yea-eah

I can feel a phoenix inside of me

As I march alone to a different beat

Yea-aah Yea-aah

I am ready for the road less traveled

Suiting up for my crowning battle

This task is my own cross to bear

But I will get there

It's never easy to be chosen

Never easy to be called

Standing on the front line when the bombs start to fall

I can see the heavens but I still hear the flames

Calling out my na-ame

I can see the writing on the wall

I can't ignore this war

At the e-end of it all

Who am I living for ?

I can feel this life that's inside of me

Growing fast into a bolt of lightening

I know one spark would shock the world

Yea-aah Yea-aah

That malisma was the last sound to escape my lips before my voice broke and I ran out of the room crying. My fellow glee members just sat there with mixed expressions imprinted on their faces.

I pushed open the bathroom door and gave a deadly look which made every loser hastily exit the room. I leaned over the sink staring at my reflection in the mirror, feeling the moisture of my tears on my face. I heard the door push open but I refused to look up. I continued to stare at my reflection and noticed a familiar blonde head out of focus behind me.

I turned around and was greeted instantaneously with a breath-taking hug. I squirmed out of his gasps not knowing whether to be appreciative or angry. His face fell at my actions.

"Are you okay?" he inquired with a concerned expression on his face.

"What does it look like?" I asked sarcastically, opening the faucet to wash my now puffy face.

Sam began to leave the bathroom when I pulled him back

"Sorry !", I exclaimed, " I can't help it, you know, being a bitch."

He smiled, taking a couple steps towards me "that's what I like about you, you're a no bullshit kind of person."

OMG someone that finally understood me. I started feeling warm and tingly inside.

I took a few steps towards Sam so we were directly facing each other. He stretched his arms out and I just found solace in his comforting touch.

I lay my head against his chest and found that I felt better.

That encounter was enough for me and Sam to become inseparable. Everywhere I was, Sam was right by my side, making me forget my pain and no longer feel self-pity. Everyone noticed and I loved being the centre of attention. It was a comfortable place for me. And then it just happened. I was walking in the hallways towards my locker, no Sam in sight until I was ambushed, slammed against the locker to be almost asphyxiated by a kiss. I opened my eyes; realizing it was Sam, I put both arms around his shoulder passing my hands through his golden coif as he darted his tongue into my mouth whilst massaging my tongue with his. His lips felt soft and tasted slightly sweet, kinda like how expect pink lips to taste, Wanky.

I pushed him off after a couple minutes and began to catch my breath.

"What was that about?"

"What was what about?" He asked with a tiny smile

I rolled my eyes

"Attacking me and nearly sucking my face off?"

"Don't act like you did not like it!" Sam said smartly

I blushed but quickly regained composition.

"I'll admit it was rather nice, but why did you do?"

"Do you like me babyface?" I prodded?

He stepped towards me and gently pressed his lips against mines.

"What do you think?" he breathed, I felt his warm breath against my lips

I felt every nerve in my body tingle as he took my hands into his

"I want to be with you!" He whispered

I immediately let his hand go and narrowed my eyes

"Oh hells no, you think you could gets with this being all romantic and shit?"

I put my hand up signalling stop

"Negro Please!"

I stood against the locker and he leaned over me

"Listen, I'm not like Finn and Puck and those other assholes okay and I'm not dumb either, I can see through that tough girl shit."

I didn't know why Justin Bieber's long lost brother thought he could hit me these lines and I'd fall for it.

"So hear what," he continued, "I'm not going anywhere so when your ready to make a commitment you know where to find me!"

His fingers traced the outlines of my lips before walking away and couldn't help but check out his ass

Dayyuumm!

Okay so this is the first chapter of my first multi-chapter fic ever!

I hope you like it. I tried to capture Santana in this one.

Soooooooooooo

you know what to do

R&R :)