Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY (100 really's later...) long time...I also accidentally deleted all the chapters for this story, and I had 30 planned. So I had to recover all the chapters, and I ended up with this one...

Youtube took over me, so I haven't been writing for a while. But the good thing is that I'm back, and you don't have to be staring at your e-mail 24/7 waiting for my update...

KIDDING! You probably don't do that. But thanks for the support in waiting for this next chapter...

Lastly, to state, this chapter's in Santana's POV.

"Hey shorty," I came after Micaela walking down the hallway.

"What?" She asked, not turning around, then walked faster.

"Slow down, god. I just have a question for you." I finally stopped her.

"What." She repeated again and faced me.

"Don't think I didn't see your face last night at the dinner," From there she looked interested. "That's right. You're on the same path with me here. The two of us love Carlos, but Brittany's getting all the attention from him. And if You and I do something about it, we'll be in-bearable."

"I like how you think."

"Oh please, it's like you have since you first met me." I scoffed. "I'm just that good." A thought came to mind. "How about we do what's best. During glee club we can ask Mr. Schue to perform a song."

"Remember what happened last time?" She walked alongside me.

"Right, but this time, we're working together. It's like Finn and Rachel, except you're straight, I'm bi, and we're both not douches like them."

"You're-"

"Let's just cut to the chase here. What song do you think is perfect for this?" I cut her off.

"I don't know what's going on, but Santana and Micaela have a little something set up for us." Mr. Schue said. I heard a murmur of words spit out of everyone's mouth either saying, "not another fight" or "This isn't going to be good." We decided to use an MP3 player for our song instead of the piano and all that stuff.

(Micaela)

What do I do with a boy like you.

(Santana)
L-like you. What do I do with you. (Oh!)

(Both)
What do I do with a boy like you.
(What do I do with a boy like you. L-like you.)

(Santana)
I know you know.
Im wrapped around your finger.
You're so, you're so.
Beautiful and dangerous.
Hot and cold.
Don't you see the light, boy.
I could blow your mind, boy.
Let me be your new toy.

(Micaela)
I do what I want and I get what I want when I want it, w-want it, w-want it.
Im not gonna stop 'til I get what you got 'til I got it, g-got it, g-got it.

(Both)
What do I do with a boy, with a boy like you.
Got me lost, got me hooked.
Now I'm so confused.
Was this apart of your plan?
I dont really understand.
What to do, what to do with a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy like you.

(Micaela)
I'm gonna win.
Boy, your game is over.
Try to play.
But you're down 10-1.
Keep the change.
You won't know what hit cha.
You're not fooling anyone.

(Santana)
I do what I want and I get what I want when I want it, w-want it, w-want it.
I'm not gonna stop til I get what you got til I got it, g-got it, g-got it.

(Both)
What do I do with a boy, with a boy like you.
Got me lost, got me hooked.
Now Im so confused.
Was this apart of your plan?
I don't really understand.
What to do, what to do with a boy like you.
What do I do with a boy like you.
L-like you. What do I do with you. (Oh!)
L-like you. What do I do with a boy like you.
What do I do with a boy like you.
Like you. What do I do with you. (Oh!)
L-like you. What do I, w-what do I do.
What do I do with a boy, with a boy like you.
Got me lost, got me hooked.
Now I'm so confused.
Was this apart of your plan?
I don't really understand.
What to do, what to do with a boy like you.
What do I do with a boy, with a boy like you.
Got me lost, got me hooked.
Now I'm so confused.
Was this apart of your plan?
I don't really understand.
What to do, what to do with a boy like you.

(Santana)
What do I do with a boy like you.
L-like you. What do I do with you. (Oh!)

(Micaela)
With a boy like you. (Oh!)
What do I do with a boy like you.
L-like you. What do I do with you. (Oh!)

(Both)
With a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy like you. (Oh!)
With a boy, with a boy like you.

"That was interesting." Mr. Schue said. I smirked and looked at Carlos.

"So, what was the whole thing about?" He stupidly asked. We rolled our eyes and just sat back down as Mr. Schue taught us our lesson for today.

Well, here it is, not as good as I expected, but I still hope ya'll like it.