A/N: I'm still in shock of all the reviews i've received, thank you all so much for the kind feedback! I'm going to try to add a new chapter every other day.

This fic is inspired by: (In my previous chapters)

[update]: i don't know how my little 'please review' note was put in the middle, but i'm sorry, i moved it to the bottom, enjoy :)

Santana would have never guessed spending time at the mall would be so exhausting. But she wasn't willing to give up just yet. Luckily for her, asking her parents for money to buy a whole new wardrobe was the least of her problems. Everything sugar had picked out for her had been pretty expensive, but Santana wasn't complaining. If anything, she was thankful for having someone care for her and help her out in a time of desperation. And she was more than desperate to get to know Brittany.

Three hours had past and she had spent and bought much more than she would have expected. They walked from store to store buying almost anything that went from underwear and bras to sexy/revealing clothing. But she didn't mind, truthfully, Santana was excited to get to show some skin.

"Ughhhh," Santana grunted. "Sugar, are we done yet?" She complained, her shoulders slouched, stumbling after her best friend. She was never used to walking around so much; it was like Christmas shopping with her mom for her extended family. The only difference was that it wasn't even Christmas, it was a Friday in the middle of September, and it was all for her.

"Um, no?" Sugar looked at her like she was stupid, "We still have to get more shoes, and short skirts! We definitely need those too. And fix your posture! Hunchbacks aren't attractive; you might get stuck like that someday! You'll thank me."

"Yes, mom." She mocked. She straightened her back and Sugar linked her arm through her own.

"Come on, I just spotted a dress, and I think I can hear it screaming your name." She pulled Santana forward, speeding over to the store as fast as she could.

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Six short skirts, eight new dresses, and five more pairs of shoes later…

By the time they were done shopping it was already ten o' clock.

"Finally, we're done shopping." Sugar smiled, she set Santana's bags on the ground and rested her hands on her hips. Feeling satisfied she asked, "So? What do you think?"

Santana looked down at her hands, she was carrying four full shopping bags in one hand and five in the other, she thought for a quick second then decided on the best answer. "I think this is a lot, a tid bit too much, and I think my feet are going to fall off but you're the expert, and I trust you. I just hope this will get her to notice me."

Santana wasn't a religious girl, but she silently prayed to herself that this new look would at least change her reputation at school, and possibly help her receive a glance from that beautiful blonde goddess she had been eyeing for a month now.

"Oh, don't you worry. This will do just the trick! Brittany will be all over that in no time, along with everyone else at our school." Sugar smirked confidently then continued, "But you're not done with everything just yet, 'Tana. I still need to teach you how to wear your makeup, do your hair and you need to start wearing those contacts your parents bought you."

"But putting them in is such a draggggg," Santana whined. "And what's wrong with my makeup right now?" She gasped.

Sugar punched Santana's shoulder playfully, "Trust me, Santana, you're smart. Teaching you the 'one-oh-ones' of makeup will be a breeze, it's not much more than what you usually wear. Just a little bit of eye shadow and mascara will help!"

Santana wasn't hideous; anyone with eyes could see that, she just dressed a little dorky, that's all. But she had no one to impress, she was homeschooled for God's sake, she had spent most of her life inside. Her closet consisted of numerous superhero t-shirts, and straight-leg jeans. And as for makeup, Santana didn't need much. Every day she wore eyeliner, and her face was already tan and blemish-free, so concealers and cover-ups were never really needed.

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"My house is right over there," Santana pointed. Sugar nodded her head and drove towards the direction she had pointed to. Santana did have a car, but Sugar thought it would be easier if she had driven since Santana had only been in Lima for a month, and she had yet to memorize the area.

"Oh my God, Santana? Is that your car?" Sugar asked with an ear-splitting shriek. Her mouth was open so wide that Santana could have sworn her jaw could have fell into her lap.

"Close your mouth Sugar, you might catch flies!" She joked, " But if you must know, yes, that is my car. My dad bought it for my seventeenth birthday, but I never get out of the house, so I don't drive it that often. It's really not that big of a deal."

Sugar put her car in park close to Santana's and dashed to the car immediately. They were both looking at a cherry red, 2011 BMW Z4 Roadster convertible.

"Not a big deal? What do you mean not a big deal! This car is so hot!You have to drive it to school on Monday, along with your new look? You will literally have everyone drooling over you! What's hotter than a sexy Latina in tight clothing? A sexy Latina in tight clothing driving a red BMW." She answered herself loudly. "Can I touch it?"

"Um, sure?" Santana scoffed and patted the hood of her car, "I guess I could put this baby into good use by driving it to school. So, we should probably go organize all this stuff, right?" She received no answer because Sugar was still staring bug-eyed at the shiny vehicle in front of her.

She rolled her eyes and tugged at Sugar's arm prying her eyes away from the car. Santana fished in her back left pant pocket for her house keys. "Found it." She whispered, mentally high-fiving herself, and unlocked the front doors to her humble abode.

"So this is my house, what do you think?" Santana asked her. She was tired, but she was just glad they had gotten the shopping over with, and that it was finally over.

"Whoa Santana, your place is awesome! It's like twice the size of my house!" Sugar dropped all her bags at once, and began touching anything and everything that she had found interesting. Santana laughed at her best friends wide eyed face. She gave her a quick tour of the house then began walking up the spiral steps and cleared her throat loudly, "Okay, I really appreciate you admiring everything I have, but I kind of need help getting all this into my room, so if you could…"

Sugar quickly picked up the bags she had left by the front door and sped up the stairs to catch up to her, "Sorry! I was a little distracted, it's not my fault you have really cool things in your house!"

Santana's room was enormous; the Lopez's house was built with two master bedrooms. Santana had gladly accepted the bedroom upstairs, while her parents took the slightly bigger room downstairs. The room had dark blue, almost black walls, along with a king-sized bed, a master bathroom, and a walk-in closet. She even had a bookshelf dedicated to her comic book collection.

"Make yourself comfortable," she advised Sugar, but she didn't need to be told twice; she ran full speed and pounced onto Santana's bed belly first.

"Mff lehhs fill laahfk jill," she murmured into the cotton bed spread.

"What did you just say?" Santana snorted while she was taking the things out of her bags.

Sugar turned her head to the side and cried, "My legs feel like jello!"

"Oh please, it's not like you had to put all these outfits on and test out all these shoes! My feet feel like they're going to fall off." She complained, slightly annoyed. "Resting time is over, Sugs. It's almost 11:30, and you still need to teach me how to do my makeup; we have a looooong night ahead of us."

"You're right," Sugar moaned.

She hopped off the bed and took a big breath of air into her lungs and responded, "Let's do this."

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