A/N: Hi. :) So I came up with this idea when I was watching the first episode of season 3, when Santana was all over Blaine. So yeah... Anyway, here it is.

I strutted like a runway model at McKinley High. Everyone parted for me. Everyone stared at me.

Of course they would do that. I was freaking Santana Lopez; the most popular and hottest girl in school, the Queen B, and lastly, the head of the Cheerios. I could have any boy I want with my sex appeal, well except him, meaning Blaine Anderson, Kurt's boyfriend.

I wanted him so bad. He's unbelievably hot, and I would love to get it on with him. I also loved the way he dresses up, and I love… Oh, never mind, I love every single thing about him. Too bad he was gay.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gays, but why can't he be a bisexual like me? Why?

If he were, I could have easily stolen him away from Kurt. I could have made him fall in love with me oh-so easily. Or maybe not? Because I owe Kurt too much?

He was, after all, the reason why I accepted who I am right now. So maybe I wouldn't have done that, because even though I'm the biggest bitch here, I still have a little bit of conscience left in me. I can still be a good girl, If I tried — which believe me, will never happen, because I love the badass I am today.

I reached my locker, and surprise, surprised, Blaine was there.

My heart rate quickened, and when I realized that I was about to smile at him, I quickly hid it with a grimace.

"Yes, Blaine? What do you want?" I asked icily.

He grinned at me and spoke, "I— Can you help me figure out a song to sing to Kurt for our monthsary? I asked the others, and the songs they suggested to me were very clichéd. You're my only hope."

I looked at him, with my eyebrows arched. Why me, of all people?

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sorry, I don't want to help you."

"Why?"

"Be—"

The bell rang before I could answer him. I was glad for it and swiftly glided towards my next class.

"Because I've fallen in love with you, and it hurts me to see that you're madly and deeply in love with Kurt," I whispered to myself.

I sighed as I reached the classroom where my next class was. The teacher was already inside and he was already teaching. I was late. But instead of going in, I went inside the girl's toilet and cried my heart out.

Why do I always fall in love with the wrong person?

What do you think? Was it good or bad? Should I do more of this? Please review! And thanks for reading! :D x