The moment the bell rang for lunch I was out the door, and running down the hall to the bathroom. I didn't think he saw me yet, but would he have done anything if he did? My breath caught in my throat at the thought. He couldn't so easily just disregard my presence, I reasoned as I reapplied my lipstick.

I looked at my reflection and shook my head. I didn't look as good as I thought I did. Sure, I was wearing a nice spring inspired dress and flats, but it was summer and spring stuff just wasn't hot anymore. Dammit, why couldn't I ever get it right?

People around me might've thought I had it going on where wardrobe was concerned, but it was hard not to when you had stylists waiting to dress you at your beck and call. This time however, I wanted to develop my own style, not something my mother paid another person to create. And like anything else I tried to do, it fucked up. But not this time, I was going to take the reins and get what I wanted. If I wanted Sam, I had to get my shit together.

My eyes focused in on the cardigan I wore, to cover up my arms and add more color to my outfit. Suddenly I decided it had to go. I slowly slipped the clothing off my shoulder, being left with the spring dress I had on. It still wasn't that summer looking, but it definitely looked better.

I turned to view my profile and looked at how my breasts sort of sagged because I didn't have my bra fastened on the last row. In my mind, comfort always came before beauty. I was going to have to change that, too. I walked into the nearest stall, unclasping and fixing my bra to the point that I actually had cleavage, and put some scented lotion on.

My phone started ringing Santana's ringtone the moment I started braiding my bangs back from my face. "Hello?"

"Hello?" Santana said indignantly.

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked pinning back the braid with a bobby pin I had stuffed at the bottom of my purse.

"I'm 'bout to go get somethin' to eat without you, that's wassup." She said, scoffing.

I stopped cold. How in the world did I forget it was lunch time so quickly?"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Santana. I'm in the bathroom, and I guess I lost track of time. Don't leave; I'm coming out right now." I scooped up all the cosmetic supplies I had lying around the bathroom countertops before dumping them in my bag. My feet couldn't carry me to the exit fast enough; I was in such a rush.

"Lost track of time? What were you doing in there?" Santana stopped nagging me before chuckling. "Wanky."

I rolled my eyes. "You nasty."

When I finally got into Santana's car, she looked at me and her eyes widened.

"This is what I was doing in the bathroom." I admitted with a small flip of my hair, pulling out a compact mirror and rubbing my lips together to smooth out the lipstick I had on.

"If I knew you were in there bringing sexy back I would not have disturbed the peace."

My heart swelled with pride knowing that my best friend approved of the small changes I made. "It's the little things Tana, that make a big difference."

"So why did you go all sexy on me?" Santana asked as we got our burritos from the drive-thru at Taco Mayo.

She parked somewhere close to the school and we unraveled our guilty pleasures: Beef burritos with extra cheese and sour cream. This was exactly why we didn't go eat lunch with Kurt and the rest of his drama club friends. They were health nuts, and while I didn't indulge in unhealthy foods like I used to, there was only so much a girl could take.

I passed a hot sauce packet to her before answering. "I just felt like looking good for once, that's all."

Santana ripped open the packet and squeezed all the contents onto her burrito. "Bullshit." She said, without even looking at me.

I sighed and chewed on my food for a long time. Might as well tell her at this point. "Don't tell anyone but Kurt this… there's this guy, this new guy that's in my fourth hour. He's really cute, and I want to get to know him."

Santana eyed me for a while. "What's his name?"

"Sam. Sam something, I don't know his last name."

"I know him, he's in my English class, and he sits in the back. He's the one that doesn't really talk much, smarts off and seems like a major nerd?"

"Um… that might be him." He didn't really talk much, but who did when they were new to a school? And of course he seemed like a nerd; he was in AP Politics and Government for God's sake.

Santana quirked her eyebrow, I guess assuming that the description she gave should've painted a vivid picture. "Trouty mouth?"

I almost choked. "What?"

"Trouty mouth, you know, has the lips of a trout?"

"Excuse me?" What was she talking about?

She sighed in irritation. "Does he have a big ass mouth? Froggy lips? The lips of a fish, more specifically a trout?"

"Oh yeah, he does." I said, side eyeing Santana. She could be so weird sometimes.

Her face broke out into a grin after she finished her burrito. "Well you go get your man, Wheezy!"

"You think I can do it? I mean, I haven't really gone after a person before." And it was true. Of the handful of dates I've been on in the past, the guys were all known mutually through my Dad. He approved all my dates, and every single person who wanted to be with me, had to talk to him first. I've only had about two boyfriends in my lifetime, unsurprisingly. It wasn't their fault we didn't last though, it was mine. I couldn't deal with preppy soon-to-be-frat-boys. Their attitude was whack, but that was to be expected. I wasn't one to talk when I'd soon be another sorority girl just like my mother was, if my parents had their way.

Sam seemed so different from everything I'd ever known, kind of like Santana in a way. My parents didn't really like her, and I wouldn't lie and say I couldn't see how. Her humor was sarcastic and rude and most times lacking common courtesies, but I loved that about her. She wasn't afraid to be herself even if it meant being ostracized or frowned upon. She was afraid of being someone she wasn't. I always looked up to Santana even if she wasn't the ideal role model, she was perfect to me. But I didn't want a romantic relationship from her, I wanted one from Sam.

Sam, who looked me in the eyes and called me pretty, Sam, who dared to whistle the tune a girl was just belting. I needed to know what it was like to be with a person like him romantically, I craved a break from the unexciting boys of the east side. But if he was anything like Santana, my parents would never let me date him.

I wrapped up the remains of burrito I had left and threw it into the plastic sack laying at my feet. I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.

"Of course you can do it, Cedes! You brought sexy back with just a braid in your hair and some cleavage, you can do anything you put your mind to, and I believe that." Santana said, her words once again filling me with confidence and love for my best friend.

"Will you help me?" I asked, as she pulled into the parking lot of McKinley. We had ten minutes before fifth hour would begin.

She smiled at me and nodded. "Of course I will, and you know Kurt will help, too. But you best be getting your man, no backing out on us. Deal?"

My pinkie finger wrapped around hers. "Deal."

Again, quality over quantity. This story probably won't be longer than ten chapters, but who knows? You guys can convince me to do pretty much anything. :P Comments? Questions?