Previously: Michael Baxter met with Quinn Fabray, who is now a Junior Lawyer. He discovers why she was part of the fearsome bitch brigade with Santana Lopez back in high school, after she gets angry at him. But soon anger turns to electricity, and that's when all hell breaks loose.

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And now the continuation:

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PART 10 - SURVIVING A SHARPER DIRECTION

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Michael Baxter could not stop thinking about what he had done. He never had that opportunity in such that way before, and he doubted that he would have that opportunity again in the future. He had sex with Quinn Fabray, at her work, and in a conference room of all places.

He knew her early history; She was with Finn Hudson, then while she was with him, she had an affair with Finn's best friend Noah Puckerman. She got pregnant to Puck, at first pinned it on Finn, who was naive enough to fall for it, but then eventually came clean about who's baby it was. She ended up giving her up for adoption, to none other than Shelby Corcoran, Rachel Berry's birth mother.

Then Quinn got back with Finn, who then broke it off, then she got together with Sam Evans, and then wanted Finn back and so she dropped Sam, but then a few weeks later, Finn broke it off for the last time. Then she had a brief fling with Joe Hart, before going to college, and have experiences there, before coming back to be with Puck.

But that all ended when things went pear shaped with the New Directions Alumni. But Michael still couldn't believe that he had done that with Quinn.

He had to get over it, he couldn't afford to let his concentration get broken again. He had come this far, and he had half the team he needed. The final lot especially Santana Lopez, Kurt Hummel, Mercedes Jones, and Rachel Berry, were going to be harder to get.

In fact the next two days was going to be focusing on getting Santana Lopez, Blaine Anderson, Kitty Wilde, and Jake Puckerman. He was hoping by the time the final week rolled around, which was in a few days; that Mercedes, Kurt and Rachel would be found.

But his main focus was now on Santana Lopez. He had to be on top of his game in order to go toe to toe with the infamous silver tongued Santana Lopez. He worried about her too much. He really wanted Lopez, but something about her made him feel scared to go after. But he had to get over it. So as he flew to where Santana was located, he caught some much needed Zzzzz's.

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ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO

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One of the main reasons why no one had heard anything about Santana Lopez lately, was because she was using a pseudonym name. She was a book, film, television, food, stage, critic for a local Albuquerque newspaper which also covered several major newspapers not only around the country, but also in some South American countries that spoke Spanish.

Santana was quite popular too, or sorry, her pen name, Medusa Charleton, was. She was quite harsh and critical, but people loved that. She could also be controlled and nice, but that was very rare.

Santana was working from a book store of all places, and three other columnists were also working there.

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Michael pulled to a stop outside the book store. He took a deep breath, he was going to possibly go up against someone who was going to give a verbal lashing more than anyone else in the New Directions had given him over the past weeks. That included Tina, Quinn and of course William Schuester.

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Michael got out of his car and walked into the book shop. The owner walked up to the counter.

"How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for Santana Lopez," replied Michael

Michael saw a head quickly pop up, and then pop back down, behind a book case, behind the owner.

"I don't know a Santana Lopez," said the store owner

Michael looked at his card "I think she goes by Medussa Charleton."

"That's me," came a voice behind the owner

The owner turned around, and Santana walked up. She had long black hair, and her face was a thing of beauty, but also had that don't piss me off look.

"I'll take it from here, thanks, Judy."

Judy, the store owner, smiled, and walked away. Santana looked at the stranger who wearing a suit that cost a whole heap more than the average person could afford, that told her the stranger was very rich.

"Not many people know me by Santana Lopez. Just my friends, which you are not, or my old friends, of which you are not, or acquaintances, which you are not, because I've never met you, so you best start talking stranger, NOW."

Standing face to face with Santana in person was terrifying enough, but her silver dart tongue was even worse.

Michael pulled himself together "I would prefer if we could talk in private."

"That would mean we would have something to discuss, and I don't think we do. So I'm okay standing right here. Until you leave."

Santana was making it hard, and she knew it. Michael had to pull himself together and treat Santa like his brother Rick, who tried to upstage him a lot.

"I read in one of your current blogs," started Michael "That you think the idea of the World Championship of Show Choirs, is ludicrous, and a waste of time and space, and that you wouldn't be caught dead participating in it or one like it."

"Wow I'm impressed," smiled Santana "You can read, and learned to translate verbatim."

Michael saw two more heads pop up behind several bookcases. They must have been the other writers, and Santana's work mates. So it was now or never. He chose now.

"Well that's funny you say that, when you competed in one for three years during your High School years."

The smile disappeared from Santana's face instantly. Then she looked around, and leaned forward.

"Follow me... NOW!"

It was not very often Santana got upstaged, so when she did, it wouldn't take her long to come biting back.

They walked in silence to the back of the shop. Santana opened the door, and stepped aside, letting Michael go first.

Michael walked over to a small table, and sat down on a chair, waiting for Santana's back lash, which he knew was going to come any minute now. Santana shut the door and spun around.

"Start talking... NOW!"

"My name is Michael Baxter,"

"Stop right there," said Santa "You're part of the Baxter family running the World Show Choir Competition?"

"Yes correct," smiled Michael "We're all brothers."

"So I guess you've taken offense at my blog and you were chosen to come here, and take an issue with it?"

"No not really, I'm here for a different reason."

"Really? It must have to be to do with how you know my name? So spill. We don't have all day."

"Well I was trying to say when you rudely interrupted me."

"Oh hurry the fuck up."

Is this what it was going to be like, a verbal tennis game, back and forward?

"So my family is running the World Championship of Show Choirs. I decided to run my own team, and buy, the best of the best singers and dancers that I can get."

"Hold up one damn second," replied Santana "You're buying a team full of performers?"

"Correct."

"Does that money come from your brothers or from your actual personal account?"

"Not that it's any of your business, Miss Lopez, but I'm funding it from my own personal account, which I have worked so hard to get."

Santana smiled "Defensive much Mr Baxter?"

"I work so hard for my money," continued Michael "Just like you, and everyone else. I hate to be judged for it. It's not my fault that I worked so hard and that's the end result."

"I'm not saying I judge you," said Santana rolling her eyes "You can't help being a money bags. Oh I've just got the perfect nick name for you. Mr Money Bags."

It was Michael's turn to roll his eyes "Can I continue?"

"By all means... Mr Money Bags."

"As I was saying. I am running a team of my own, and buying the best performers around. You were part of a team that I idolized growing up."

"Well Money Bags," interrupted Santana "Now I know where you know me from. I'm not interested. This meeting is now over."

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Man, what was with these New Directions Alumni? They always reacted so fast with the mere fact of being explained to them that Michael had saw them in New Directions and were idols, and just the name of New Directions made them want to run for the hills.

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"Hold on," said Michael watching Santana walk to the door "You haven't even heard my offer?"

"I don't want to... Now get out."

"Why not?"

"I have my reasons, now do as I said!"

"Miss Lopez, I'm offering you the chance of a life time here, and you're turning me down?"

Santana walked straight back to Michael and towered over him "THAT was in my past Mr Money Bags. The New Directions were in my PAST. What happened to us stays in the PAST. I'm sure you so want to know what happened, and being such a massive fan and all that. Well I WON'T be the one to spill the beans. I'm telling you now... if you have any common sense Mr Money Bags... You'll leave it in the PAST...

"I don't sing or dance any more... Those days are long GONE. I don't look back. This place right here, is what I do now."

"I don't believe you," said Michael quietly

"You don't believe WHAT?" asked Santana still towering over Michael

"I don't believe you when you say you don't dance or sing anymore!"

Santana just stared at Michael "Did you have me followed or something Money Bags? Because I could have you up for harassment."

"No, if I did then you'd know. I used my resources to find you. You were hard to find Miss Lopez."

Santana stared down at Michael some more, she leaned down to scowl at him.

"I wish YOU never found me... I wish YOU just left me alone... I wish YOU just go and LEAVE ME ALONE."

"You care Miss Lopez, you care about things, about people, about stuff, you just pretend not to."

"How do I get you to leave, because you are not getting it. I AM NO longer Santana Lopez, I am Medusa Charleton, now."

"You write as Medusa, sometimes to alleviate your boredom, Santana, most of the time because you are still hurting, you're still angry... And it shows."

"I'll ask one last time," said Santana through clench teeth "What will it take to leave me the HELL alone? And clearly you are not a shrink."

"Just let me tell you my offer."

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Santana shook her head in frustration. This Michael 'Money Bags' Baxter was so frustrating, he wouldn't leave her alone until he got what he wanted. Not many people could go toe to toe with her and live to tell about it, but this guy was doing such a good job of just hanging in there.

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"Very well. Tell me you're offer."

"Like I said before I'm building my own team, and buying the best of the best. I'm offering you, Miss Santana Lopez, $1 Million to join my team. $100,000 of which you will receive instantly in your bank account, the moment you sign the contract. The rest, $900,000, you will receive in a couple of weeks, when we have the first initial team meeting at my home in Dallas, Texas."

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Santana just stood there, obviously taking it all in. Michael being the pro that he is with windows of opportunity, took HIS.

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"Obviously you are very good at what you do Santana. As your true self by dancing and singing, but also as your alter ego Medussa Charleton, you can write while actually being on the inside of the Show Choir Competition, but your readers won't know that, as you'll be Santana Lopez in person."

Santana stood there listening intently. She had been hooked, and didn't even know it.

"You're very crafty Money Bags, very crafty."

"You're just as crafty as me," smiled Michael

Michael opened his briefcase, and took out the contract for Santana, and handed it to her.

"I'm buying a team to go all the way to the Worlds. That will take a year. Surely this place would let you go for a year? Are you the best critic around?"

"I'd still have to ask for permission," replied Santana

Michael took out his phone, and handed it to Santana. She looked at the phone, and then at the contract, and then at Michael. She handed Michael the contract back, dialed a number, and walked out of the room.

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Michael waited 5 minutes before Santana walked back into the room.

"A threat of resignation, and taking ones fans with you always works wonders," smiled the devious Santana "Nice phone by the way. I'll have that contract now. You have me for a year providing I get to write whatever I wanted without fear of being censored."

"I'm happy for you to do that, but I'm off limits."

"Deal," smiled Santana

Michael handed the contract back to Santana, with a pen.

Santana took them both "You are the only one who knows I'm Medusa. This stays between us."

"Deal," smiled Michael

Without reading the contract, Santana signed it. Michael sent a text.

"The $100,000 is in your account... Now. Welcome aboard Miss Lopez."

"Thanks," smiled Santana giving back the contract, and then she was given a card.

"These details are for the meeting in two weeks, let me know what flight you are on, and I'll get one of my assistants to pick you up at the airport.

"Sounds good."

Michael put the contract in his briefcase and then closed it. He couldn't believe that Santana never asked about any of the other New Directions being associated with the team, so he never had the chance to deflect any potential questions.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Lopez."

"You're a clever negotiator, Money Bags,"

They shook hands, and Michael walked to the door.

"I have one last quick question... Mr Money Bags," smiled Santana

"Fire away," said Michael getting to the door

"When was the last time you showered?"

"This morning!" said Michael turning around looking puzzled "Why?"

"You had meeting before me didn't you?"

"3 hours ago, I did, yes... Why?"

"That meeting was with Quinn Fabray wasn't it?"

That information hit Michael like a tonne of bricks. How did Santana know?

"I will not confirm or deny anything," was all that Michael could manage to get out

Santana smiled evilly "You have Fabray's smell all over you... I'm not sure why though?... Well I AM Sure why! but I am not quite sure how you managed to tap her."

Michael stood there, and couldn't get anything out.

"You want to know how I know Fabray's sex smell? I tapped her once. First year out of school. At Mr Schue's wedding that wasn't a wedding.

Michael blushed and turned back towards the door. Shocked.

"Tread lightly Mr Money Bags... That's all I'm going to say."

Santana gave a little evil giggle. That was enough for Michael to open the door, and to get out of not only the office, but the book shop as fast as he could...

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Coming up, Michael Baxter gets to meet 3 different directions in one chapter (hopefully if it's not too big).

Stay tuned.