Thanks to those who reviewed and said they love Pezberry, I was worried for a second. Anywho, here's another chapter! Enjoy

I needed a plan and I needed one fast. I sat on my bed just staring blankly at the screen. It felt like my heart was daring me to like her, daring me to tell her as well. I knew it would bring a whole shitstorm of bad crap but I did what I normally do in these situations, I flipped a coin.

Heads I do something, tails I don't.

I grabbed a quarter and ran my fingers over it. I then tossed it up and watched it spin in mid air while briefly hoping that it would heads. It fell back into my hand and I flipped it from the palm of my right hand onto the back of my left leaving my right hand covering it.

'Please be heads.' I thought

I took my hand away and revealed the result. Tails.

"Fuck you." I yelled at the coin and threw it at the wall. The coins wrong, I'm totally not taking that answer.

I looked back at my laptop sitting on my bed and decided I needed a plan. That coin obviously didn't know who I was, I'm Santana Motherfucking Lopez, I do what I want; time to start Operation Berry Love.

I thought about the whole commenting on her videos thing and remembered what Quinn did.

It was the Monday morning of after our first Cheerio's practise and we were sitting on the bleachers looking at some video that another Cheerio had said was hilarious. We logged onto Myspace on her laptop and checked it out. It was a video of some complete randomer singing, but it wasn't hilarious, it was incredible.

"She actually goes here." Stacy laughed. "She's head of that freaky little Glee club."

"What do you think S?" Quinn asked me, noticing that I wasn't laughing like the other girls.

"Yea she's totally lame, and since when was argyle ever in fashion?"

The girls around me laughed even harder. I felt bad for the little girl on the screen, I didn't mean it, I thought the argyle was kind of charming.

"Here, I have this fake account, let's comment." Quinn smirked.

I was going ask her why but she was too busy asking the other girls what she could say. And so begun the Cheerio's hating Rachel Berry, fuck you Quinn.

If Quinn could do it, so could I.

I went to register on Myspace again having created a new email account as well, that was stressful. I put in fake names and a date of birth. I put in a stupid username too, I wasn't even sure if anyone would believe this. So I finished my profile and didn't put a picture up and made it totally private so Quinn couldn't go stalking. Finally the registration was complete and FootballPlayer93 was ready.

I flicked onto Rachel's video and watched yet again before commenting. I need to thank Quinn for giving me this idea; yeah Fabray two can play at this game. She is going to be so pissed; wonderful.

I went to school the next morning with a little skip in my step. Once I had reached the parking lot I reined it in obviously, putting my bitch face on and crossing my arms. Brittany came up behind me and tugged at my arm. I linked her pinkie in mine and we headed to our lockers inside.

I turned with my books in my hands and noticed Quinn storming down the hall. She was on the warpath. I smirked to myself before going up to her.

"Hey Q, what up?"

"S, you're not gonna believe what happened."

"Coach Sylvester made me head Cheerio and kicked you ass to the curb?" I smirked.

"No, you idiot." She swatted at my arm. "Some freak commented on Berry's video."

"What are you talking about?" I tried to act concerned.

"The video we watched yesterday. Somebody actually said nice stuff on it, what is this world coming too?"

"Ugh why are you getting so stressed, it's probably Jewfro in disguise, can we go to class now?" What a great save, even if I do say so myself.

"Your right, your right. Sure let's go to English."

Brittany just watched the whole conversation with a blank expression as per usual. We headed off to English and continued on to class without mentioning it again.

The bell rang for lunch and we went to the cafeteria. We sat down at our usual Cheerio table and started conversations about Sue's new impossible routines. We all drank our master cleanses and Brittany went off on a tangent about how she likes sand in hers. To be honest I wasn't really listening, I was just staring into space, and Rachel Berry just happened to reside in that same space.

She seemed more chipper today than usual, I can only hope it was because of that comment I left her. She sat at a table on her own waiting for her other Glee friends to arrive. Something in me wanted desperately to sit beside her, to just talk to her about her day or about anything really. Tina and Wheels then rolled up towards the table and she greeted them with that unchanging smile, she was kind of adorable.

"Santana... what are you staring at?" Quinn glared.

"Just Berry's hideous ensemble."

The table broke out in fits of sniggering and further remarks about the poor girl's choice of clothes. I cast my eyes downwards and concentrated on my liquid lunch. I had a scowl etched permanently on my face that day, aimed at myself more so than anyone else.

'I need to get closer to Rachel' I thought to myself, walking the halls during Spanish.

That's when it hit me.

I headed straight for Coach Sylvester's office and knocked gently on the door and opened it with slight hesitation.

"Coach?"

"S, sit. What do you want?" She barked from behind her desk.

I sat down and patted my Cheerio's skirt flat before speaking. "I have an idea." I said with attempted confidence, more bravado then anything.

"If this is an idea as to how to get uglies shipped to island off the coast of nowhere then shoot."

"Well no it's about Mr Schuester." I tried.

"If you want to set him on fire, I will allow it; on the grounds that you start with ridiculous mistake he calls a hair-do."

"Um no, I just know how much you hate Glee and want to kill it." I started.

"Yes, I like where this is going." She nodded reflectively.

"We need to be on the inside, you know, we need spies."

"Lopez, you remind me of a young Sue Sylvester obviously without the cheekbones and ravishing good looks. I want you, Q and that blonde that doesn't know her right from left, in here tomorrow. Now get the hell out of my office." She bellowed and I ran for.

Operation Berry Love is in full swing.

We will be delving into the mind of Rachel Berry in the next chapter, be warned, it's gonna get Broadway. :)