A/N: This is a crackship. JUST KIDDING. This is TOTALLY canon. Really. Rewatch Silly Love Songs, and you'll totally see them getting all snuggly when they sing the song. So, in my mind, this is what happened next.

LOL I'm not expecting a whole lot of feedback from this since…well, it's crack. And not many people (aka JUST ME) supports this ship.

Anywho, I'm procrastinating, so I wrote this and I'm talking to myself. BYE NOW.

"So how the hell are you single today of all days?" he asked.

Wes plopped down in the seat across from the gorgeous dark-skinned goddess. She stared at him, clearly not amused, despite her previous enthusiasm while the Warblers had been singing.

He had seen the devastated look on her face when Blaine, his insensitive jerk best friend, had sung "sometimes, it doesn't come at all" right in her face.

Aside from the possibly dirty innuendo of that line taken out of context, he could understand the look she'd gotten. His girlfriend had dumped him five days before Valentine's day. FIVE. He had already bought her damn gift and had a date planned that he would have secretly hated, but she would have loved. Fuck love.

He couldn't stand to see that punched-in-the-face look, so he had gone to her, danced with her, and possibly cuddled with her in a way that was not quite appropriate at that moment in time.

And now, after the song was done, he invaded her personal space even further by sitting at her lonely little table for two.

"Who said you could sit there?" she said sassily. He liked her already.

"I'm Wes." He offered extended his hand to her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at it.

"Are you trying to get into my pants? 'Cause, bitch, I am not in a mood to be messed with."

He smiled his most charming smile at her, as she snapped her finger in his face. "Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to split a meal with me at this fine Lima establishment. I've heard so much about it from Kurt."

Actually, the former McKinley student had only mentioned in passing that New Directions was rather fond with this place. He had mentioned one Santana by name as being particularly obsessed. And it only took a slight amount of "researching the competition" on Facebook to figure out that this girl in front of him was Santana.

"I don't think so. I can buy my own damn meal." She's leaning back in her chair with her lips pursed and arms crossed across her chest.

"I'm just another member of the Lonely Hearts Club." It stung to say the words. Apparently, it stung for her to hear them.

She scowled at him. To his right, the petite brunette lead singer girl whispered, "Just do it, Santana."

He wanted to laugh at the extremely sexy "Fuck off" face Santana give the intruder.

Finally, she sighed dramatically. "Fine, but don't even try to use any of that Asian charmingly cute shit. I get enough of it from that sickening pair over there that I think I'll get an allergic reaction."

He tried to understand her logic but gave up after a moment.

"And don't even think about trying to get my number after," she added. "It is not gonna happen."

Challenge accepted.

A/N2: Just a quick little drabble. I had trouble with Santana's characterization. Hmm.

Also, to those of you who were expecting an update on my Inception fic, sorry about the unbelievably long wait. I'm having such bad writers block, I've just kind of been writing whenever I get inspiration, which is rare. And I'm not sure why you'd be reading this, since this isn't my inception fic, so you probably deleted the notification when you saw this wasn't what you wanted it to be.

I'm really tired right now, so I'll just shut up.