A.N.: Yes! Chapter 6! :D I've had zero inspiration so I'm basically doing this out of pure anger and boredom. New character introduced so there's that. :)

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee yadda yadda yadda only the story line and OC's.

Well, you know that stupid fucking nagging feeling Santana's had since before homeroom? Yeah, that shit's back with a fucking vengeance.

It's gotten to the point when Santana actually jumps when Rachel places her tiny arms around her waist.

Like what the fucking fuck?!

Anyways, Santana's only about 30 seconds into a conversation with Rachel when some Junior cheer-bitch pushes past Rachel to stand directly in front of Santana. The oblivious girl actually had the nerve to look Santana up and down before a smirk settled on her chiseled features.

"Hi. Mandee Moore. I'm new here. Sylvester just put me on the squad and I thought that it'd be appropriate to...uh... acquaint myself with my superiors, so to say." Santana actually thought that her smirk was a permanent facial expression. This girl was a whole 4 inches taller than her which probably made her a second Finn to Rachel. Speaking of Rachel, she stood stock still with fire filled eyes trained on the actually pretty, (Don't tell Rachel she said that.), obviously Southern Italian brunette. It was obvious by her dark green eyes. Not that Santana was staring that hard it's just that... whatever. Get off her back okay?

She chanced another look at her tiny diva and saw that she was glaring a hole through the back of the ballsy new Cheerio's head with her hands on her hips. Gosh, even when she's mad she's fucking gorgeous Santana thought to herself. Then, she looked back at Mandee.

So this girl was making my spidey senses tingle, heh. Wanky.

Regardless to what most people thought, the teenage Latina actually does have common sense. In fact, she has enough to know that letting Rachel talk right now would be a bad idea. So, with a pointed look at Rachel that said 'be quiet, I got this' she butt in on whatever nonsense this girl thought she was listening to.

"Alright, hold up. I'll spare you because your obviously new and oblivious.. to everything. Here, in this hell hole we call McKinley High School, we have order." the Latina spat out as she walked around the girl giving her a once over but catching herself when she lingered at her ass a little too long.

Rachel actually pities her raven-haired girlfriend because she is definitely going to hear some words on her leering later on. Mandee smirked again because she caught the second in command's slip up too.

Mandee turned around not even attempting to look like she cared or even heard what Santana had just told her. The Cheerio actually caught her flabbergasted expression and school her features after hearing chuckles from bold spectators in the crowd that had gathered.

It didn't take long for the Latin girl to realize that although she no longer had the newbie's attention, she sure did have a nice view of her ass. What? She's not blind and old habits are hard to break.

Rachel is positively seething. This is the second time she's caught Santana's leering. She better straighten up or bad habits won't be the only thing that get broken. A slightly preppy voice broke through her thoughts.

"Rachel, is it?" Mandee asked even though she already knew the answer. She does her research. Rachel gave her an unimpressed look.

"Clearly." she gave a tight-lipped smile. "Is there anything you need help with? If not, Santana and I would like to finish our conversation that you so kindly interrupted, right Tana?" Santana came to at the sound of her name. Maybe she needs to lay off Puck. Paying attention during any cat fight is hard work. Don't even get her started on choosing sides. Speaking of which...

"Uh, yeah totally." She felt bad for pulling a Finn move but two girls were fighting over her and she was practically drooling at the thought. Maybe she thinks basically being a pimp is even more fun after Halloween. She'd have to remember to thank her dad a lot. He told her what is probably the most helpful (read: embarrassing) advice known to man.

"Always agree with her. And in a fight, she will always be right".

Rachel slowly walked around Mandee to stand next to Santana and grasp her hand.

"Of course." Mandee said sickeningly sweet, eying the couple's clasped hands. "Like I said before, I only came to formally introduce myself. See you around Santana," she winked, "Rachel."

"Bye Mandee." Santana said kind of thrown when Rachel elbowed her and glared. They walked a few paces until Rachel turned around.

"Mandee?" the girl in question turned around, "Nice meeting you." she smiled cockily as she leaned over to plant a loud kiss on Santana's lips.

xHTLGRx

Santana sighed sitting in front of her vanity mirror. 8 'o clock could not have come fast enough. She knew she'd have to make it up to Rachel somehow. It was obvious she would be in the dog house after this party if she didn't fix it. After all, she isn't Finncompetent. She knows when she fucks up. It's the knowing how to fix it part that gets her.

Santana parks her lava red Mustang GT Convertible in the drive way behind Rachel's white Toyota Yaris hybrid. She immediately feels a pang of guilt in her heart when Rachel walks out the house. Even though they both decided on casual wear, she can't help but think the tiny brunette looks gorgeous. She can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"You look pretty babe." Santana says while Rachel reaches for the seat belt.

"Thanks. You too." Rachel leans over for a quick kiss that felt nothing like the ones they've always shared. It felt forced. She definitely had to fix this and fast.

For Santana, the ride to the party was even more stressful than the ride to Rachel's house. Santana was glad this wasn't their first party together and they already knew the rules. Still, she wished she had another reason to talk to Rachel.

Meanwhile, Rachel sat in the passenger seat regretting coming even more the closer they got. She didn't want to be mad at Santana but in her heart she felt so betrayed. She'd never been so utterly embarrassed in all her life. (Except maybe the first time she was slushied.) She had to sit there and get disrespected while her girlfriend sat there and blatantly gawked at another girl. She honestly thought better of Santana.

I guess old habits really do die hard.

They wordlessly got out the car and walked up to the house that was already vibrating with the base of some club song that was pumping out of Puck's DJ system that Mike was controlling.

For the most part, the couple usually sat or danced with the Glee kids with the exception of Mercedes, Sam, and Finn. Rachel was currently talking and laughing animatedly with Tina and a post-vacation Kurt, while Santana was debating with Blaine (surprisingly) over who should have won 'Randy Miller's The Sneak Project'. It was a sub-show based on a dramatic comedy series called Sneaks.

It's about a group of underprivileged misfits who think they can rob small businesses while their members perform musical numbers and flash mobs. One of the Sneaks had recently been killed off and they needed a replacement. Santana rooted for a girl named Ashley while Blaine voted for a boy named Brock. Santana was just thinking that maybe Mr. Warbler isn't all that bad and that they could totally have a bromance. That was until Rachel came through and plopped down next to Santana.

"Tana! I missed you!" Santana smiled. Rachel was obviously a little tipsy. She laughed, her girlfriend, the lightweight.

"I missed you too babe. You know who else missed you? Blaine Warbler right here." Rachel's eye's lit up while Blaine looked confused.

"Aww, Blianey-Poo! Come here! I missed you too." Santana walked away laughing at the hobbit boy's frightened expression.

Standing in the kitchen looking for something besides hard alcohol for Rachel to drink, Santana thought at least maybe her and Rachel were okay again. All those thoughts went out the window when she turned around and came face to face with Mandee. Again.

I swear, shit only happens when I'm being nice Santana thought to herself.

"Oh. My. Gosh! What a coincidence. Hey Santana!" Mandee says smirking for the nth time. It was really creepy especially since Santana thought she smirked a lot.

"Cut the crap Moore. We both know all Cheerios get automatic invites to every party; newbies and otherwise. But I know for a fact that you do your research." Just when Santana found a water bottle with a squirt cap, Mandee leaned in and put her lips to a flushing ear.

"That's not the only thing I research." was the breathy retort. Santana then felt long, soft, kisses trailing the shell of her ear. Screwing her eyes shut, Santana squeezed the water bottle out of frustration (which was mainly sexual) and whimpered when the cold water came into contact with her burning skin. That seemed to wake her up and Santana came to her senses and pushed Mandee away.

What happened next made her at a lost for words. Mandee, in all her glory stripped out of her shirt and threw it to an unknown corner. This left a generous amount of olive skin, toned muscles, and taunt abs on display. Santana's face was comical as Mandee walked toward her and she was glad that part of the kitchen was hidden by a wall.

"Our shirts are all wet, we shouldn't keep them on." With that, Mandee was trying desperately to take off Santana's top while Santana struggled still holding the water bottle that she hadn't put down.

Rachel actually chose that moment to walk into the kitchen and see what was keeping her Santana. Rachel was slowly sobering and even in her still tipsy state, she recognized, well thought she did, what was happening in the kitchen. Santana caught sight of Rachel and even with her obstructed view due to her shirt, she knew this position couldn't look too good. Rachel shook her head, tears already brimming her eyes.

"Wait, Rachel, I know this is gonna sound really cliche right now but, it's not what it looks like." Santana tried to explain, shoving Mandee into the island opposite the refrigerator and pulling her shirt down.

Rachel didn't listen, she just ran all the way upstairs to Puck's attic/personal lounge and locked the door. Santana ran her hands over her face and sighed. Back to square one.

FUCK.

A.N.: Sorry for leaving you hanging there but that was my first cliffhanger! :D Also, I felt like what I want to happen now needs to have it's own chapter.(Puck has a DJ system and I've been dancing around the idea of 'DJ Tana' for a while now.) Oaan, I had a little mini rant in this chapter. Had to write my (Santana's) opinion of The Glee Project S2 winner. Ashley = Aylin and Brock = Blake. If you guys have any opinions or want to rant about that real quick, do it in REVIEWS. :)

Until next time...

TPE