Cameron stepped into Quinn's room reluctantly. It was simple, yet contemporary. He examined her things while she stood close to her bed, watching him. Cameron was resisting any urge he had to run out of there. He didn't want to be alone with Quinn, while she watched him like he was her prey. He wasn't an idiot, he knew she was plotting something. He looked at some pictures of her in her Cheerios uniform, his slender fingers trailing the frame. He noticed behind it, not in a frame, another picture. It looked grainy, like it was taken with a phone and printed out but it was a picture of a baby, fresh. Hours old maybe. "Is this Beth?" he asked, looking to her over his shoulder.

She looked at him with shocked eyes. "How do you know about Beth?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Everyone knows you were... you know-"

"No, how did you know her name?" she asked.

"Jacob printed it." he answered, pulling away from the picture. This wasn't a good subject to talk to with someone he hardly knew. "I'm sorry, I didn't think-"

"It's fine." she said, tight lipped. He looked to his feet. "Anyway, I'm glad you came. We can talk."

"What do you want to talk about." he asked, even though her knew.

She sighed. "I like you, Cameron. I think you are... sweet. And cute."

"Thanks." he mumbled. "I think you are... cute, too."

Quinn looked annoyed with him, but shook her head, walking closer. "I just wonder if maybe our kiss means the same, or has the same spark now that we are both sober." they were chest to chest now, and she looked up at him with blue eyes.

He swallowed thickly, he knew what was going to happen. "We could find out?" she seemed pleased by this and tilted her head up. Resisting the urge to sigh, he met her half way, pressing his lips against her. They were soft, and tasted sweet. But he didn't feel anything which frustrated him. He was kissing the prettiest girl in school and all he could think about was his long time ginger friend. When her hands cradled his neck, he held her hips and deepened the kiss, forcing himself to enjoy it and stop thinking about Marissa. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to her. He sighed into the kiss on accident, he only prayed it sounded like a content sigh.

She pulled away. "I felt the spark again." she breathed.

"So did I."

Little did he know, she was lying too.

Marissa was in Samuels garage while him and his band mates were discussing something or another. She couldn't have cared less what about, she was just waiting for them to leave.

She was still fuming at what happened with Cameron. She couldn't even think about him, she only got more upset.

She watched as the band waved goodbye, to both him and her, and left. Samuel finished picking up his garage and sat next to her, threading his fingers with her. "Weren't too bored, were you?" he looked at her with his soft, dark eyes.

"Of course not." she said, smiling.

He kissed her on the cheek. "So, what did you think?"

"You were great!" she lied. Samuel was great, but the noise the rest of the band made was just noise.

He raised an eyebrow. "You think so, huh?" She blushed, because he sounded like he knew they weren't good. "I think you were good." Samuel laughed, before taking a swig of water. He sat it down and pulled her close to him, one arm on her shoulder. Marissa was taken aback by how affectionate he was so quickly, but she liked it. She liked being close to someone so intimately. She looked down while he nuzzled her neck. "What's wrong? You have been upset all day."

"No I haven't." she murmured.

"Yes you have." he said into her ear. "No what's going on?"

She shrugged. "Cameron and I got into a fight. It was silly."

"If it's silly you two will make up soon." he insisted, only Marissa wasn't sure. But still, she nodded. "You have been friends for so long, I don't think anything will keep you two mad at eachother."

"Okay." she said, brushing it off. She had hormones, and right now all she wanted to do was kiss her boyfriend. She looked up to his eyes, batting her eye lashes.

Catching on, he leaned forward and caught her lips. He was so passionate with even the simplest of kisses, Marissa didn't know if all kisses were supposed to be like that. But she kissed him back, trying to put as much back into it as he gave.

Lindsay was overwhelmed.

She promised herself not to develop feelings for another person, she had too much to do. But now her and Damian were on a bench and she realized how funny and cute he was. He sang her an Irish rap he made up, and told her a few lame jokes. She laughed until her stomach her and she leaned her head against his shoulder. "God, I can't remember ever having this much fun!" she gasped between laughs.

Damian was laughing too. "I don't think I can either. I mean, with anyone other than Cameron."

Lindsay stopped. "What about Santana?" and that was the question that set the mood. What about Santana? Oh God, his girlfriend Santana. What on earth did she come out tonight for? Lindsay suddenly realized how stupid she was to come out with him.

Damian got quiet and she assumed he was thinking the same thing. "I... I need to get home Damian."

"Why?" he asked, his face falling.

"I am tired, I want to go to bed." she said with some finality.

It was with that that the rest of the mood changed for the night. He took her home, silently, and she barely said goodbye as she ran into her house. She fell onto her bed and silent tears escaped her eyes. She was so happy being out with him, just the two of them, that she was so angry with herself. She dated guys, sure, but they were nobodies who were with her until she said they were done, to which they argued not at all and just left, uncaring. That's how she liked it, no real emotion to get attached. But her and Damian weren't even dating and she had these strong attachments with him. Damian was a catch, she knew that. If she were him and had to choose between her and Santana, she would pick Santana too.

She took off his jacket she had forgotten to return and set it in her chair, flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.

Cameron felt like crap the next day.

He was fighting with Marissa, and he spent two hours making out with Quinn the night before. Which should have been good news but he had honestly spent the two hours thinking about nonsense(what he would be eating for breakfast, a funny TV show, wondering what Damian was up to, homework)

The next day Damian picked him up and they were silent for a long time. "I guess me and Quinn are dating." he said dully.

"Sounds exciting." his friend replied just as dully. They both sighed, neither were in a good mood.

While in the car, Cameron checked the Internet on Damians phone. He went to the school gossip sight, which was a bad habit of his, and he gasped out loud at what was on the home page. "Dude, you are on Jacobs gossip sight!"

"What?" Damian asked, pulling into a parking space and grabbing the phone. Cameron snatched it back.

"Damian McGinty seen with Lindsay Pearce last night, sitting closely and laughing? The same Damian McGinty who is dating resident head bitch Santana Lopez?" he looked at Damian. "What the hell is this Damian!"

He snatched his phone back. "Nothing! We were just hanging."

"Just hanging with a girl who isn't your girlfriend? Santana is going to freak out."

"She wont care." he spat. "How did this freak get a picture of us?"

"She is leaning on you while you two have ice cream- is she wearing your jacket?" Cameron looked at Damian with wide eyes. "What is going on? I let it go but something is up with you?"

Damian shut his car off and got out. "Nothing."

Cameron got out and jogged up to his best friend. "Don't give me that! Can you tell me why you and Santana are even dating?" he grabbed his friend by the arm, pulling him to a stop. "Talk to me! I know you two aren't into eachother. It's one big show, now why?"

"I can't tell you!" Damian snapped. "Let it go." he sighed. "I'm sorry, but I'm doing it for Santana. I'm helping her."

"What about Lindsay?" Cameron asked, taking the phone back and holding it up. "Because I have never seen you smile like that, period. Let alone with Santana. You look smitten, and you have never once looked liked that your 'girlfriend' or whatever she is."

"I don't know what I'm feeling." Cameron froze at how broken Damian sounded. "Please drop it Cam. I'm confused enough."

"Sorry." Cameron mumbled, handing the phone back. "Let's go kick some Jacob ass."

"Damn right." he replied.

Lindsay didn't hear about the gossip until she actually got to her locker. Some people were making some comments, and out of suspicion she checker the Internet on her phone and gasped at what she found. She was frozen to her spot while she stared at the picture of the two together. She glanced up and saw people staring and whispering as they walked.

'Oh God'.

She read through the article and its implications. At the very end it said;

"It is a death wish of Lindsay Pearce to be going after Santana Lopez property."

There were also some choice words along the line of adulteress, talking about Lindsay.

She shoved her phone into her bag and looked up for Jacob. She had to get this fixed, anyway she could. He had to work for her on the newspaper, maybe that was leverage.

When she found him, she also found someone had found him first. Cameron Mitchell leered over the smaller boy, intimidating him. "What the hell is this crap you are writing about my friend, Jacob?"

The boy cowered slightly. "I've been hit by a football player before, I'm not scared."

"You are going to be wetting yourself when I hang you by your shirt on the flagpole." Cameron threatened. She saw Damian next to his friend, but his attention wasn't on Jacob. It was on Lindsay and they stared at eachother, waiting for any sign from the other.

"I'll scream!" Jacob said. Cameron threateningly raised his fist and Jacob flinched.

And as if things could get worse, the Latina herself was coming down the hall and shoved past Jacob, grabbing Damian and kissing him full on the mouth. The Irish boy raised his hands in the air as if in surrender. She let him go and stared at Lindsay who was ten feet away. She felt herself shrink as she walked right up to her, nose to nose. "You feeling on my man, bitch?"

"N-no we were just-"

Lindsay was cut off by a rough shove into her locker. "You think for a second he would be interested in some nobody loser? I'm a cheerleader, you are nothing." Lindsay could only stare at the girl with wide blue eyes, scared. The Latina was heartlessly venomous with each word. "Skank."

"Hey!" the two girls jumped at Damians growl. "Santana!" Lindsay was surprised to see Damian glaring at his girlfriend. Wasn't he supposed to be defending himself? Santana looked at him, bored. She turned back to Lindsay, smirking.

"Watch yourself." Lindsay's lips quivered as she walked off. Damian ran after her, pausing when he made it to Lindsay. They stared at eachother for a moment.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered, then took off. Sorry for what exactly, Lindsay didn't know.

"Oh sweet Moses this is gold." she turned to see Jacobs phone in her face as he snapped a picture of her in her weak state.

Cameron meterilized next to them. He snatch Jacobs phone, and with all the force in his body chucked it down the hall, as soon as it hit the ground pieces flew everywhere. Jacob stared at Cameron with wide eyes while Cameron looked nonchalant. "You dropped your phone."

"Santana. Santana! Santana!" Damian caught her by the elbow and swung her to face him. He was blind with anger, all he could see was red. He was mad at Jacob, himself, and Santana for the mean things she said. When he swung her around, her queen-superior smirk as gone and she looked drained, but not sorry. "What the hell was that?"

She pulled away from him. "Jacobs twittered as soon as I got to school. He said how suspicious it was that I wasn't going after Lindsay already and how I haven't been queen lately and how I was losing my role so I had to show everyone I stall gots it." she shrugged. "I obviously didn't mean what I said."

"You sure as hell were convincing." he growled.

"If I were straight I would be so turned on by this whole angry Irish guy thing."

He rolled his eyes. "Santana."

She threw her hands up. "I know I was convincing! That was the point!"

"You also convinced Lindsay. She was crying. You didn't need to be so mean to her, or call her a skank."

"Uh, yeah I did." she crossed her arms. "Or else people would have known I didn't care." she grabbed his hand suddenly. "I can tell you like her. I see you stare at her all the time. Like worse then Rachel does whenever Finn is dating Quinn. But you are helping me get on top."

"No, I'm helping you with Brittany." he said. "And she is just a friend, who didn't deserve that."

"Whatever, lie to me and yourself all you want. But I had to do what I had to do. I didn't mean any of it." she shrugged. "She seems nice, I like her."

"Now she thinks you hate her."

"I don't."

"She doesn't know that!"

"I had to be convincing!"

Damian held his head. "We are going around in circles, San."

"Because I don't know what you want me to do! Next time you should be more careful when you are sneaking around 'behind my back'. Do it all you want, I just don't want it in the gossip."

"That's not the point." he groaned.

"My hands are tied." she said. "Once this sham is over, I will fix things with me and Lindsay. But now, you two can fix things." Damian didn't respond, just chewed on his thumb nail. Santana wrapped her arms around his neck. "I am sorry."

He sighed, hugging his friend back. "I know." if only Lindsay knew.

Lindsay was trying to stop the tears flowing from her eyes while she sat in front of the girls bathroom mirror. She had stopped for a while and tried to put make up on, but the tears came again. Everyone looked at her like she was a whore, which she knew it wasn't but now she was even more looked down on.

There was a knock. "Lindsay, it has been more than five minutes. I'm coming in."

"Cameron, don't-" she was cut off as he walked in. She groaned as he came up next to her, knowing exactly what he was thinking just by the sad look he was giving her. "Yes, I'm crying again!" she snapped.

He grabbed some paper towels, then seated himself on the sink and beckoned her over. She did and he began wiping up her mascara. "Santana was a bitch to you, I'm not surprised."

"I shouldn't have gone out with him last night." she said quietly. "I knew he was dating Santana-"

"But you didn't think Jacob was stalking you." he finished, cleaning her face from make up and tears. She pulled away and began to reapply her make up. "I think you like Damian, and I am positive he likes you."

She shook her head. "He is dating Santana."

Cameron scoffed and then the doors opened. A few freshmen looked at them, confused. "Do you mind?" he asked them. Wide eyed, the girls turned and left. "Anyway, I don't think they are even really dating, something weird is going on with that. He wont even tell me what is up with that."

"They were just making out." she said.

"No, Santana once again pounced on him while he tried to fight her off." he corrected. "I like you, I think you are a cool chick. I would rather you and him date anyway."

"I don't like him." she reasoned.

Cameron laughed. "Yeah, right. Who do you think you are talking to?"

Lindsay sighed. "Even if I did, and by some chance he was interested too, I still couldn't. I have other things in my life."

"That doesn't mean you can't have someone to go home to at night." he paused. "So to speak."

Lindsay put her make up in her bag, examining herself. "I'm all done here."

"You sure? You are good?" he asked, sliding off the sink. She nodded and he held out his arms. "Lay one on me, bud."

Lindsay rolled her eyes, hugging Cameron.

A/N

To the person who says I am going 'overbored' with the Rachel 'bashing', I would like to say I don't think I am at all. I actually like Rachel, but she is self centered(she sent Sunshine to crack house.) I feel I am accurately portraying how she SEEMS to other people. I have said this before, but you might have missed it; when I write from another persons point of view, it is THEIR opinion, not me trying to subtly sneak mine in. The new members see Rachel as overbearing and selfish, because they haven't gotten to know her. I don't believe I am being OOC with how she seems to other people. And I would like to say again, I like Rachel. But there is a lot to not like about her. But thank you for reading and liking my story. I'm not hating, but that made me realize a lot of people think I am bashing her, which I'm not. I even wrote a really nice scene with her last night.

I'm glad the rest of you thought that part was funny =D I thought it could be something Santana would say.

BTW, I would like to point out the characters I created aren't really like the actual personaities on Glee Project. I changed most of them, especially Cameron.

So DAMIAN(andsamuel) WON! I like them both a whole lot, but I was hoping they could give Lindsay seven episodes. I like her, but they could leave Alex out completely for all I care. I'm still holding on to the hope that Ryan Murphy gets Cameron on bored! Any songbirds out there applying for next Glee Project? You should tell me when you post your audition, so I can see =)

Gleek1771 thank you for reviewing! My favorite was honestly Cameron ever since the first episode I must say. He is cute, and his voice and style just, ah! I loved him. Then Damian, and Marissa kind of tied. And I liked Samuel, oh and Lindsay. Lol but my favorite is Cameron. I never liked Bryce though, I can say that for sure is someone who I didn't want to win at all. And I have written a Samchel fic, which is a crack ship but I love it! Also a Klaine, which is on Hiatus.

But thank ALL OF YOU for your reviews. They are so great, especially people who review all my chapters I just want to have a heart explosion!

You guys should tell me your favorites! Go review and let me know(and maybe say something related to the story if you want)

BTW, what do we call Damian and Santana? I thought Salmon at first, even if the L makes no sense. But I guess Damtana works.