Disclaimer: Glee is all Ryan Murphy's. A girl can dream though...

"Hey! Hey, you, wait!" Wes stuck his head out of the glass doors to watch the back of the striking brunette walking alone away from the brightly lit restaurant. He'd seen her slip quietly away from her lone table shortly after their performance. She'd stopped only briefly to talk to a tall, pretty blonde girl with a strange, vacant expression. Wes had excused himself from a heated conversation with Thad and David in order to pursue her. It wasn't really rational. But Wes had never been one for the rational.

Santana stopped in her tracks and turned to face the boy jogging up to her. She studied him carefully, from his tailored pants and navy and red blazer to the goofy grin stretched across his face. Cute...

He reached her, panting slightly, before stopping a few feet before her. She stared back at him blankly for a second and he rolled back on his heels, smile broadening.

"Hi." His upbeat tone unnerved her. She waited expectantly but he stood, silent, smiling at her.

Okay then. She recognised him as the Warbler who'd danced with her during their performance. Her head tilted unconsciously to the side as she looked him up and down, eyes finally settling on his face. His expression remained frozen in his smile that reached his eyes. Santana pulled her hands out of the pockets of her black puffy jacket and stepped towards him. Sure, he may not have been exactly her type, but it was Valentine 's Day and no matter how much she lied to herself about it she was acutely aware of her own loneliness, especially today. So she did what she always did whenever she felt lonely.

Wes watched as the confusion in Santana's eyes disappeared and filled with another, hungrier emotion. He didn't flinch when she took a deliberate step towards him. Her dark eyes flashed seductively up at him from beneath the thick fringe of lashes, full lips curved up in a flirtatious smirk. Wes raised his eyebrows as she reached out towards him and curled her fingers around his tie. Tugging roughly, she pulled him towards her. He hadn't known what he'd been expecting from her but it hadn't been this.

"Hi yourself..." she whispered, low and sultry. Wes was surprised and impressed by how quickly she assumed this character. The seductive smile playing on her glossy lips and the hunger in her eyes were a world apart from the open, laughing face he'd seen as he danced beside her in the restaurant only ten minutes ago. Interesting...

Santana noted how, although his smile wasn't as wide now, his eyes still danced in amusement. It left her confused and annoyed, usually by this point guys were putty in her perfectly manicured hands, she was good at this. Why was he still laughing?

I'll give him something to laugh about... Challenge accepted she tightened her grip on the boy's tie, Santana was not a girl to be deterred.

She pulled the fabric down and lifted her head, bringing his face closer to hers, all the while never breaking eye-contact. From somewhere deep within her chest she felt a flutter of something foreign. She parted her lips and closed her eyes when the other boy's lips were a breath from hers. A bitter wind blew towards her and she caught the faint scent of cologne, it must have been something expensive because it smelled divine, the scent flooded her senses and made her dizzy. Her breath hitched a little in anticipation.

With great difficulty and what he'd like to think was an act of super-human self-restraint Wes tore his gaze away from Santana's glossy, plump lips, the very same ones that were inching closer and closer to his own with tantalizing precision. Through the haze he found his hand and moved it to cover the small yet strong hand clutching his tie in a tenacious grip. He touched her soft hand lightly, coaxing her fingers away from his tie and threading them through his, her grip loosened. As it did he leaned away from her slightly, maintaining a distance that allowed him to maintain his cool. He could faintly smell the fruity scent of her shampoo, it smelled delicious.

Santana's eyes snapped open in surprise.

"How would you like to go out sometime?" The tone Wes used was unfamiliar to her, used to a much more suggestive tone when anyone asked her out. Guys never spoke to her that warmly, no one ever spoke to her that warmly. A heated rush of embarrassment washed through her. She'd been rejected. Again. On frigging Valentine's day. The initial wave of crippling mortification ebbed away, leaving a cold rush of fury surging through her veins. Fury not only aimed at this annoying boy standing before her but anger at everyone, including herself. Wes was still holding her small hand in his and he was smiling serenely down at her like nothing had even happened, it fuelled her anger. She snatched her hand away from his grasp, ignoring the part of her that wanted to maintain the warmth that the large calloused hand provided. The boy, unperturbed, continued smiling at her.

Is he insane?

"Screw you!" her lip curled contemptuously as the venomous snarl escaped her. She glared, affronted, at the clearly unhinged individual standing before her. Wes felt oddly at ease, even as he watched her back stalking away from him.

"I'll see you soon!" He yelled after her, knowing his words resounded true. She shot him the finger. Wes was still grinning as she disappeared around the corner.

"Dude, where the hell have you been?" David made his way through a group of Warblers to where Wes had just come back in from the cold. He rubbed his hands together his numb fingers tingling.

"Nowhere..." Wes answered with wide, mock innocent eyes. David raised an eyebrow staring pointedly at his crooked tie and rolled his eyes.

"What happened to Annabelle?" Wes winced at the memory but smiled despite himself.

"Now my ex-girlfriend." David looked sceptical at his sunny tone, regarding him carefully.

"By your own hand, or hers?"

"It was pretty much...mutual." Wes grinned ruefully, rubbing the back of his neck.

"And you're already hitting on other girls?" Wes opened his mouth to protest but David gave him a dismissive hand gesture, "I saw you dancing with that girl, the one sitting alone..." Wes just shook his head, smiling. "Don't even try to lie to me Wesley, I know you better than you know yourself."

"It's not like that-" Wes began in protest before David cut across him.

"Wes, only a girl could make you bail an argument with Thad over song selections. He sees that as a sign of weakness by the way." Blaine appeared from the crowd and laughed at this.

"A sign of weakness?" Wes asked innocently.

"Don't act like you haven't seen the way Thad's been eyeing up that gavel Wes. All year. That one day you got sick and missed practice? He made Aiden cry." The memory made both Blaine and David recoil.

"Awful... it took three warblers to get the damn gavel back at the end of rehearsal." David's eyes glazed over, lost in the memory. Blaine nodded gravely.

Wes burst out laughing and the withering look his best friend shot him only added to the hilarity. Blaine laughed a little with him.

"Why did we ever elect him as the council leader?" Asked David in exasperation and despite his serious nature couldn't help but crack a smile.

Out of the corner of his eye Wes saw that Kurt had become momentarily detached from his Mckinley friends, eyes roaming across the small restaurant.

Probably looking for Blaine. Like many of the Warblers Wes wished that those two would just get together already. But now was not the time for matchmaking, he may not get another opportunity to talk to Kurt again until tomorrow if he got to Blaine before him. Without another word he clapped a hand on David's shoulder and made a beeline towards the new counter tenor.

"Hey, Kurt!" Kurt looked up in surprise at Wes and the wide, enthusiastic grin plastered across his face. He regarded the maniacal glint in the older boy's eye with apprehension, having seen it a few times in the past. Usually right before he did something particularly unhinged. In the few short weeks Kurt had known Blaine's friend Wes he'd managed to come to two solid conclusions:

One. Inside the Warblers hall and as head of the Warbler's council Wes was the picture of an excellent student and council leader, even if the power of his beloved gavel did occasionally go to his head. He was sensible and always strived to maintain the tradition and respect that the Warblers stood for. Also, Kurt had been there for Thad's momentary rise to power in the Warblers Hall a few weeks back. It was an even that verged on Rachel Berry crazy and one he was not eager to relive.

Two. Outside of the Warblers hall Wes was completely and utterly, unashamedly insane.

Kurt arched an eyebrow at him in question.

Wes' next words solidly perpetuated the latter clause forever in Kurt's mind.

"Have you got that Santana's cell phone number?"

When Santana arrived home, alone, it was silent and dark. Without bothering to turn on the lights she threw down her keys in the green glass bowl on the little wooden side-table in the hall. It was cold in the house so she didn't bother to take off her jacket.

She walked through the empty house, her boots clacking against the wooden floorboards, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Her father had bought the house a few years ago, shortly after the divorce, for her and her mother. It was a large house for two people, a four bedroom townhouse. It seemed even bigger when Santana was alone, which was often as her mother hardly ever spent any time there.

Surely enough as she got to the kitchen and finally flicked on a light there it was on the sleek marble topped breakfast counter.

Greg planned a surprise Valentines trip to Paris! My credit cards' in the cookie jar. I'll be back in a week, be good. Mom x

Santana read over the letter once before crumpling it up in her fist and throwing it in the trashcan. She walked over to the counter, opened the lid to the cookie jar and pulled out the cold, golden plastic rectangle. She stared at it for a second before dropping it back in the jar.

She walked over to the opposite wall and opened one of the over-head cabinets. From there she retrieved a large, glass bottle filled with a clear liquid.

From another cupboard underneath the counter she grabbed a large glass. She placed it on the counter and unscrewed the bottle's red cap. The bottle and glass connected and made a satisfying clinking noise that echoed loudly in the silence. Liquid sloshed out of the bottle, filling the glass almost to the brim. Once she was satisfied she screwed back the cap and returned the considerably lighter bottle to its cabinet. She switched off the light and walked through the darkness, up the stairs and to her room.

An hour later she lay heavily on her bed in a drunken stupor. Alone and blissfully numb. She could remember the first time she'd done this, it was the first time her mom had bailed on her for another man following her divorce. She'd been twelve and at the time her mom had been visiting a faceless suitor's family in Kentucky. Her mom had only been gone for a weekend but she'd left Santana alone. The memory echoed sadly in her chest and she quickly forced herself to forget with another sip. Somewhere in the back of her mind she saw the guy from earlier, a dazzling white smile beneath kind eyes. Her stomach clenched but before she could even process that reaction she was pulled into unconsciousness.

The digital clock on her bedside table blinked 11:18. She hadn't heard her cell-phone buzzing angrily in her abandoned purse. It wasn't until the next morning when she was reaping the painful rewards of the previous night's binge that she stumbled to the hall and picked up her cell. She squinted against the bright screen.

"I wasn't kidding, I'll see you soon. Wes x"

Surprised she just stared at the message, her mouth pulled into a thin line. Who the hell was Wes? She could vaguely remember Mercedes saying something about a Wes... a friend of Kurt's prep school bromance. Then another fragment of memory replayed in her aching head, the irritating guy from last night calling out to her as she stormed away.

"I'll see you soon!"

How the hell did he even get my number?

She opened up the menu, finger hovering over the 'delete' option but somehow she managed to hit 'save' instead. This she blamed on the alcohol that was very much still heavily in her system. When she felt the strange surge of fluttering in her stomach in protest to that reasoning she put it down to the alcohol too.

A/N Hey! So this is my first fanfic in... about 3 years? If more? It seems like a really long time! I don't know why but I really love the idea of Wes and Santana. This started forming the second I saw them at the end of the Silly Love Songs ep! I hope you liked it, I have more typed up! Any reviews would be amazing!