A/N: Aha, I love writing this story! I am going to rename this story to something else. I'll have some story title ideas in a poll soon on my profile, but feel free to add some ideas of your own. To stay true to the fact that this is Sam's story, I'll have to say that the title needs to have the word 'Devine'.

French fingertips, red lips
Bitch is dangerous

Baby, take a seat, eyes on me
This is my show
Your one and only pleasure
All decked in lace and leather
Fantasy, courtesy of me
Baby, let's go
Watch me apply the pressure
All decked in lace and leather

Britney Spears — Lace and Leather

Samantha stared at her reflection in the mirror of the girls' bathroom. Her long, wavy, luxurious raven hair had been cut to her shoulders in a messy, bedhead, banged style. The bangs had been temporarily dyed fire-engine red, calling attention to her huge blue eyes, swept with smoky eyeshadow and smudged with black eyeliner. The red lace cropped tank top she wore under her black leather jacket matched the attitude, the black leather pants clinging to her form, the black boots the perfect tie-together for the outfit. The finishing touch was the handcuffs on the belly ring that dangled from her navel, a little inappropriate for anything but a stage costume. In order to walk down the halls, she needed to zip up the leather jacket.

Catcalls and whistles sounded throughout the halls as Samantha walked. She felt incredibly exposed at walking down the hall in leather, but it was only for New Directions. Her guitar was inside the choir room and she had to enter about a minute before everyone else. The lighting was dark and she was fairly certain her silhouette was visible. After unzipping her jacket and picking up the blue guitar, she picked at the strings, the opening riff for the mash-up the girls were doing. Leather was an amazing call as the girls walked in, the fog swirling at their feet. When the lights were turned up, Samantha smirked as every male eye was on them. She caught the anger on Blake's face as she vocalized with the other girls. As her guitar riff came in, she hopped down from her stand, her fingers flying across the strings in a solo. It was definitely a show to not be missed as the others whipped their hair around, dancing like mad.

"That was awesome, ladies!" Mr. Schue said when it was over. Blake walked over to Samantha and zipped it up, a stern look on his face.

"You're a Devine, not a lady of the night," he growled into her ear. She shoved her brother's shoulder, rolling her eyes.

"It's a costume. I'm now going to change out of this and into something that's school appropriate," she informed him. When a collective groan sounded across the room, she smirked. "Sorry, boys."

Samantha yanked the leather pants off, stretching her legs bit by bit in the dressing room. The other girls walked in as Samantha cinched the belt on her black jeans.

"Okay, I just gotta say, Sam...damn! You killed it up there!" Mercedes said, giving her a high-five. Samantha smiled as she tugged the tank top over her head, stuffing it into the Walmart bag.

"I practiced that riff for like, two hours. It took a lot of guts to show my stomach, though," she replied. Santana moved the belly ring away, eyes on the small pucker. "Yep, that's it. It's got a twin on my back."

"She got shot when she was at Atherton and has been freaked about her bod ever since," she explained boredly, tugging the shirt back down. "It's not even that bad. I'll bet you twenty bucks that if you showed it to the guys, they'd think it was kind of hot."

"I've always liked your jokes, Santana," Samantha retorted, rolling her eyes. She pulled a tissue-thin V-neck baby blue T-shirt over her head, smoothing it over her stomach. "Guys don't like it when their girlfriend is more hardcore than they are."

"Okay, who was the hottest of the girls? Seriously, guys, they rocked my world," Puck said, leaning back in his chair. Finn chuckled, thinking back to the performance. Two girls popped out in his mind: Rachel and Sam. "Sam Devine has my vote. She had the leather, the red, the belly ring, the guitar...she was smokin'."

The ones with girlfriends grudgingly mumbled their agreement, including Finn.

"Wait, she had a belly ring?" Finn found himself asking. He thought back to the performance, scrounging for a memory of a navel ring. He remembered the leather alright - an image that would not be leaving his conscience anytime soon - but he didn't remember a belly ring.

"Hell, yeah. Handcuffs. I snapped a picture when she put the guitar down," Puck responded, pulling out his phone. After sliding through the photos of the other girls, the picture of Sam Devine with a sultry pout and her hands on her hips was the last one left. Puck zoomed in on her bare midriff, a navel ring hanging from her stomach. Handcuffs and a small pucker of a scar under the ring. "She wears an outfit like that, she can cuff me anytime."

"Santana won't like it," Artie commented, craning his neck to look at the zoomed-out picture. Rachel and Sam were definitely tied as far as the bad-ass look went, but Sam had the hotness factor. Studies had shown that red was more sexually appealing to men and it was true. "But then again, the bitch-off was inevitable."

"Hey, if a catfight ensues from this, that'd be even hotter. But let me tell you something right now. I am going to get into those leather pants, just you wait. As of now, I am officially calling tabs on Samantha Devine," Puck declared.

But something about it seemed off with Finn. Even though she had worn leather and lace and playing an incredibly hot guitar solo, Sam didn't seem the type to be interested in Puck. She seemed to be the type of girl who guarded herself now more than ever. The thought gave him a protective sense, which made none. Rachel was his girlfriend, Sam was a girl he'd just met and sang a duet with. They had quite a few classes together and he and his mom were slowly moving into a house down the street from her. Even Santana had mentioned a huge change in Sam.

Why was she suddenly on the forefront of his mind?

Samantha threw the blue starred ball towards Shasta, watching as the puppy barked at it. Her front end dropped, her tail wagging playfully. Shasta didn't entirely grasp the concept of playing; she didn't understand that she was supposed to chase after it. Samantha chuckled and knelt down to roll the ball towards her. Immediately, Shasta charged towards her. Her warm, wet mouth closed over Samantha's hand, nibbling playfully on her. Samantha let out a hysterical giggle as she fell backwards, rubbing her husky's ears playfully.

"Aah! Shasta! You're so silly!" she giggled as Shasta licked her face. When Samantha rubbed the puppy's sides, Shasta dropped to her side and rolled onto her back. "Silly, silly Shasta." Samantha's voice dropped to a coo as she rubbed Shasta's stomach.

A shadow loomed over her in the front yard and Samantha looked up to see Blake. "Having fun?" he asked, his ice-blue eyes twinkling with mirth.

"This dog is funny. She keeps doing goofy things," she replied as she stood up. She hooked her finger into the puppy's collar and led her into the house. When she stood up to see her phone ringing on her table, she dusted her hands onto her pants.

"It's someone named Rachel," Blake said, holding up the iPhone. With a frown, he studied the screen. "She's from New Directions, isn't she?"

Samantha nodded and took the phone from her brother to answer. "Hello?" she said. Frantic babbling on the other line. "Calm down, Rach, I don't know what you're saying."

"Check the blog Jacob Ben Israel said. He did a review of our performance and took a lot of pictures. Can we meet so we can talk?" Rachel requested. Samantha twisted her mouth as a frown knitted between her eyebrows. It didn't sound good.

"Yeah, we'll meet at Starbucks in about an hour. I've got some last-minute things to finish up at home, then I'll come meet you," she replied slowly. She really didn't like where this was headed, but she had nothing to hide from anyone. She hung up the phone in bewilderment, looking up at Blake. "Can you take Shasta out in a little bit? A friend of mine wants to meet up to talk about something and I don't know what."

"It's serious if she wants to talk face-to-face," he commented. Samantha nodded her agreement as she walked inside of the house to go up the stairs. She sat down on her bed and opened the lid of her purple Dell laptop. She opened the Google Chrome tab and looked at the Jewfro's blog, clicking on the page "Glee Losers."

On the page were 'profiles' of each kid of New Directions. Samantha hesitantly clicked on her name and saw the caption "Simply Devine" at the top in white block letters. She frowned as she saw a few candid shots of herself in the halls, one with red slushie on her face. Samantha grimaced at the complete monstrosity the photo was and rolled her eyes. As she read further of the little 'bio' Jacob Ben Israel did, it was a review.

When I met Samantha Devine in Geometry a couple of weeks ago, my first impression was that she was Nyx Incarnate from her frosty attitude to her clearly nonhuman beauty. Although she denies any sort of involvement with Finn Hudson or Noah Puckerman, it's clear to see the chemistry she has with both. May the claws come out between the two boys, Samantha, and one Santana Lopez. The bitch-off between the girls is inevitable and McKinley High waits with bated breath for the aftermath.

Samantha's jaw clenched as she scrolled down to see more pictures. The most recent one had been added three hours ago with her in her leather outfit. She had to smirk at the caption, but she couldn't help but feel violated.

Eat your heart out, boys.

I hope you all enjoyed the latest installment of Devine Tragedy!

Hillary: You're welcome!

Abigail: I think he liked it lol

Emma: Thank you!

Finn: I hope I don't disappoint

Snowy: No one can ever tell what Adrienne's thinking, I'm happy you liked her point of view.

Britt: You're so sweet!

Gleek: I hope to have them interested in each other by prom at least, or maybe before that.

Brinn: Thank you!

Diva: I hereby give you more!