A/N:

So a couple reviewers have pointed out that the premise of this story is similar to the movie She's All That. This story was not intended to be a carbon copy of She's All That. Simply a funny little 90's teen movie themed story I've written for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of whoever chooses to read it. I am thankful for all of the feedback I have received and I am happy that so many of you are enjoying this. Hope you guys like this chapter. There's some actual interaction between our leading ladies. ;)

Regarding Feel It In My Bones: Tegan and Sara were epic and they sang Feel It In My Bones! I was stoked! Will have the next installment up by Sunday hopefully!

"No."

"Come on, Santana."

"Hell no."

"I'm pretty sure Brittany is in Glee Club too."

"I don't give a shit if they have an unlimited supply of breadsticks and hot strippers. I'm not stepping foot in that club. It's social suicide, Sebastian." Santana groaned frustratedly, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "There's no way you're going to win the bet with your plan since, you know, he actually has to fall for you. Not use you to get to the Wonder Twin."

"See, that is the beauty of it. I'm going to get him to fall for me while I'm pretending to help him get his dream boy." He grinned arrogantly. Clearly proud of his plan. "It'll be a total RomCom cliche and Kurt seems like the kind of guy that's into cliche."

Santana pondered the logic in his plan. A single dark brow arching as a sly smirk slowly seeped across her full lips. "I'm not sure whether you're completely evil, brilliant, or just plain stupid."

"Shall I take that as a compliment?"

"I'll join Glee with you but only so I can be the first to say 'I told you so' when your little plan falls apart." The feisty brunette cut him off mid excited squeal. Stepping away from him in time to avoid a bear hug. She glared and pointed accusingly at the blond. "You still owe me the info on Brittany Pierce you promised. Spill."

"From what I've heard, she has a part time job teaching dance at Tina Cohen-Chang's dad's studio downtown."

Santana's eye twitched at the information. "That's it? If that's all you have to tell me Sebastian I am going to go all Lima Heights on your ass! You know no tengo miedo de cortar una perra and I will-"

"Relax, Sha-Queer-A." Spanish was definitely not his language although he was pretty sure she was threatening his life. "She teaches a dance class. Meaning you could sign up for a class. Show off some hot moves to teacher and whatnot. It could be your in."

At that moment all hell broke loose. The ticking time bomb the two conspirators set exploded in the form of an enraged Quinn Fabray storming straight toward them. A red faced Puck right on her heels. The couple reached Santana's car, Puck's booming voice rousing the attention of a few curious onlookers.

"What the hell was that?!"

Quinn whirled around to face her (currently ex) boyfriend. A frazzled scowl marring her pretty features. "I told you already, Noah. What happens between Finn and I, or any other guy for that matter, is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS."

The reply only served to further infuriate the boy. He was practically oozing with jealousy. "You were kissing him!"

"No." The blonde girl's voice came out in a low, dangerous growl. "He was kissing me."

Puck looked like he was on the verge of pulling his mohawk out. "Like there's a difference!"

The on again off again couple continued to argue, unwittingly garnering the attention of more and more curious students. It was like a real life soap opera playing out in the school parking lot. Santana and Sebastian shared a victorious smirk.

Thursday rolled around quicker than Santana expected. It was the day she would put the information she received from Sebastian to good use. She planned to visit the dance studio Brittany worked at, sign up for the blonde instructor's class, and get the girl to go on a date with her. She would shake her ass, tempt the other girl with moves so hot Brittany couldn't resist her. It was simple. It was genius. It was making Santana unusually nervous. She couldn't stop thinking about the way Brittany smiled, how blue her eyes were, how her skin hummed when the blonde touched her. The feeling was foreign and it had her on edge.

Still, the dark haired teen made her way through the entrance to the dance studio and up to the receptionist's desk. She was determined to win the damn bet. Her wonky nerves could go fuck themselves.

"Hi." The charming drawl captured the receptionist's attention and Santana took notice of how hot the chick was. Her instincts took over at that point. Frazzled nerves placed on the back burner. "I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the beginner's hip hop class?"

It took a moment for the exceptionally hot red head to answer Santana. The woman made a show of looking the brunette up and down. "Of course. It's just down the hall to the left." Her pleasant smile, no doubt reserved for all guests, shifted into something more predatory. "Is that all that I can help you with?"

The rest of conversation was spent sharing flirtatious smiles and exchanging innuendos. The ending result being Santana walking away with a devilish grin. Pocketing a slip of paper with a name and seven digits scrawled across it. The whole thing had been easy as pie and served to rid her of her pesky nerves.

The walls of the classrooms were more like windows. She looked at the various rooms as she made her way down the hall, some empty and others filled with students attempting various dances. Santana found the room down the hall to the left as the receptionist instructed. She stopped just short of the door, movement catching her eye. It took less than a second to find the source of the movement. Dark, chocolate colored eyes settled upon one Brittany Pierce. A slightly sweaty, moderately clothed, and dancing Brittany Pierce. Santana's jaw literally dropped at the sight. The blonde had an effing gorgeous body and holy fucking hell was the girl flexible. Her awed, mostly predatory, gaze never strayed from the dancing girl. She took in every twirl, every leap, every beautiful movement with a quickly growing intrigue. Santana had to admit that Brittany had some serious skills. From the less than minute long sort of (not at all) conversation she had with the blonde when they collided in the hallway Santana couldn't understand how someone so absolutely gorgeous could be so unpopular. Couldn't fathom what put Brittany at the bottom of the high school social ladder. The blonde was seriously hot and pleasant enough to speak to, not to mention she could dance circles around half the varsity cheer squad. So what made the beautiful and talented Brittany Pierce an outcast?

So caught up in her thoughts, Santana failed to notice the small group of people entering the room. It wasn't until Brittany threw a beaming smile in the groups direction and shut off the music that Santana realized the class she was supposed to be joining was starting. It took a second longer for Santana to recognize the group of students consisted of small children. She watched on curiously from outside if the room. Watched intently as Brittany interacted with the kids, shooting them bright smiles and issuing high fives. Then suddenly the kid nearest to Brittany was pointing in Santana's direction and the brunette was frozen. Brittany looked up as prompted, her bright blue eyes connecting with Santana's. At that moment Santana felt something very... peculiar pulling at her insides. Felt her breath catch and her heartbeat quicken and her stomach churn and... She just felt so strange.

Brittany gave the frozen brunette a confused stare, cautious smile, and cute little wave that had Santana practically bolting out of the building.

A week later, Santana found herself sitting at her usual lunch table in the quad. The one reserved for the popular kids. Mercedes and Sam were sat next to her, feeding each other tater tots in a sickeningly cute way that was borderline obnoxious. Across from them, Puck and Quinn were shooting daggers at one another as Finn tried to flirt with Quinn in a nauseating manner. Meanwhile Rachel Berry was chattering away at Puck about something equally nauseating. Sebastian, who usually filled the empty seat to Santana's right, was off doing who knows what. Since Hudson was obviously distracted and Lady Face Hummel was nowhere to be seen Santana assumed her prat of a friend was luring Kurt into the whole fake dating to make Eyebrows McBowtie jealous scheme. All of which left Santana to sit and stew in her own thoughts. She thought back to the previous week. Back to the weird feeling she got when Brittany looked at her. Thought about what the hell the feelings meant because Santana Lopez didn't do feelings. Especially not the kind that made her stomach flip and her heart flutter. Not the kind that made her mind go the embarrassing, goofy kind of blank while remaining full of every synonym for beautiful.

There was no doubt that Brittany Pierce was an attractive girl. Her eyes were a shocking kind of blue, her skin sun kissed and freckled. As she watched Brittany glide across the dance floor that day, Santana had contemplated how soft that slick skin would feel beneath her fingertips. Contemplated if the blonde's lips would taste as sweet as her smile. Santana thought back to how flexible the blonde looked as she danced, wondered just how flexible Brittany was. Wondered what shade of blue the girl's eyes turned when she was about to...

The dark haired teen nearly jumped out of her seat in embarrassed fright. The girl she was daydreaming about was suddenly standing before her and Santana fought down the embarrassed flush that threatened to stain her cheeks red, giving her away.

Brittany was a mere foot away, biting anxiously at her bottom lip with her head canted. Speaking words that were lost on Santana because damn it that FEELING was back. Swirling in the pit of her stomach and accelerating her heartbeat. The brunette tried to shake the feeling off. Tried to comprehend what Brittany was saying to her. It was a hopeless feat given her (hopefully) temporary lapse. Her hazy brown eyes caught a glimpse of the small slip of paper in the blonde's hand. She took in the numbers and the name written neatly upon it.

'So that's what happened to the hot receptionist's phone number...' The thought occurred just as Santana managed produce basic speech. Finally managed to utter out a highly inelegant, "Um... What?"

Brittany's soft, unsure smile took on a sly quality. She offered the slip of paper to Santana, her too blue eyes never breaking the brunette's hazy stare. "You must have dropped this when you were running away from me."

Santana flushed slightly. A blush spreading across her cheeks that was only noticeable to those in close proximity and who were actually paying attention. Which happened to solely consist of one Brittany Pierce. The sly quality to the blonde's grin seemed to worsen, suddenly lighting up her sparkling sapphire eyes.

"I wasn't running away from you." 'Because', Santana internally reasoned, 'a Lopez never runs away from anything'. Least of all beautiful blondes who made Santana feel all weird and tingly and just overall... odd.

Brittany giggled in response and Santana immediately berated herself for finding the reaction cute. For thinking some chick giggling was cute. She was Santana effing Lopez. Cute wasn't in her vocabulary. Well, it was in her vocabulary because she obviously used the word to describe Brittany's cute little giggle but... yeah. Whatever. Shut up you!

"We'll then you must have dropped this when you were busy not running away from me."

Oh, touché Brittany Pierce, touché. Santana was intrigued because it did appear as though the blonde was flirting with her. The idea had Santana slipping back to her haughty attitude because, hey, she got the chick to come to her. She SO had the bet in the bag. With the thought in mind, she took the slip of paper from Brittany. Their fingers barely brushing, sending tingles vibrating from her fingertips all the way up her forearm. Her head was screaming danger and she briefly contemplated if her sanity was worth losing over a dumb bet because something about the way Brittany was making her feel didn't sit right. It was like the jolt at her heart and the fuzziness at her head and the dryness at her throat were all warning signs.

Shoving her anxious thoughts to the back of her mind, Santana slipped on her practiced smirk. The one she perfected for the simple purpose of making people swoon. "Thanks."

The smirk had the desired effect. Brittany's blue eyes darkened and flickered over the brunette's full lips, her own sly grin faltering for the briefest of moments. Santana watched Brittany fall for her oldest trick with great pleasure. What came out of the blonde's mouth next was completely unexpected. Brittany was so dazzled by Santana that she thoughtlessly started to speak which was a very bad habit of hers that tended to end with her on the receiving end of a slushie facial. "I should warn you. Stacy is like one of the worst kissers. She's totally in my bottom twenty."

Santana arched a brow, eyes widening slightly at the information. "I'll, uh, keep that in mind."

Brittany felt like a complete idiot because Santana Lopez, the sexiest chick in school, was actually talking to her instead of bitching her out and she was totally bombing it. She struggled for something, anything to say just to keep the conversation going. "I bet you'd make my top ten most awesome kissers because you have like the most kissable lips ever and I'm making a complete ass of myself so I'm going to go very far away now."

Santana was kind of in shock because she was 99.9% sure that Brittany said she liked her lips. Not only liked her lips but thought they were kissable. Thought she was kissable. The confession really shouldn't be so shocking to Santana. The brunette knew she was hot, knew people wanted her for more than just a kiss. And yet the thought of Brittany wanting her made her insides feel like goo. Fried her brain and sent her head spinning.

Brittany, intending to rush away in pure mortification, was surprised by Santana's fingers circling around her wrist. By Santana's raspy voice sending shivers down her spine, those dark eyes digging into her. Searching. A teasing grin trickled across those full pouty lips and Brittany couldn't stop herself from grinning back.

"There's a party at my place tonight."

Brittany couldn't form words. Not with the way Santana was staring up at her from beneath hooded lashes as she scrawled her phone number across Brittany's sweaty palm. Where the heck did that pen even come from?

"Text me and I'll send you the address." Santana's eyes burned with something that had Brittany's knees going weak. "Maybe we can find out where I rank on that list of yours."

Brittany almost died at the suggestion. Almost fainted at the insinuation in Santana's rasped, taunting words. The blonde was still a disbelieving mass when the bell rang and Santana strutted away with her entourage.

"The whole innocent schoolgirl thing she's got going on was kinda hot at first, don't get me wrong. But then she started talking." Puck ran a hand through his mohawk in frustration, an irritated grimace taking over his handsome features. He stared at Santana with wide, incredulous hazel eyes. "She's crazy and creepy and never shuts up."

"Don't tell me you're dropping out of the bet because you finally realized Man Hands is a lost cause." The brunette offered her friend a taunting grin. She knew she was goading Puck but watching him go brain dead as Rachel rattled on and on and on about herself was amusing. She had no doubts that e would eventually forfeit by sleeping with someone. Whether it was Rachel or Quinn was still to be determined.

The lack of sexual activity for Puck (the self proclaimed sex shark) was really starting to show in his instant hot headed reactions to the most harmless of jeers. His eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed, stance rigid as the two friends stopped next to Santana'a locker. "At least I'm getting somewhere with mine. You haven't even gone on a date with yours."

Completely unfazed by Puck's menacing demeanor, she did prompt the reaction after all, Santana merely smirked. Opening her locker and checking her makeup in her mirror. "You were there at lunch. She came to me which means she wants all up on this."

She rolled her eyes as she watched Puck's reflection through the mirror. The boy was literally drooling while she applied her lip gloss. Her lips making a satisfied pop. "And after the party tonight I'll be way ahead of you losers."

"Party?" He physically shook himself out of his daze. Gaze shifting from Santana's full lips to her cleavage and then finally making its way to her face. "What party? Since when? And more importantly why wasn't I invited?"

Santana shut her locker door, twirling around to face the dark haired boy. "The party at my place tonight, since about an hour ago, and I'm inviting you right now."

"Shit, Lopez!" He started walking backwards down the hall. Mindless of the other students behind him. They knew it was in their best interest to dodge out of the way lest they found themselves on the receiving end if a Puckerman knuckle sandwich. "Make sure you've got enough booze!"

Santana watched Puck scamper off, presumably to tell the entire football team about the party. She rolled her eyes at his insistence she have enough alcohol. None of the guys on the football team had been able to drink Santana Lopez under the table. They were lightweights who tapped out after a single round of beer pong.

She sent a quick text to Mercedes, letting her know about the party and telling her to be sure to come over with Trouty Mouth.

"What is this Mercedes is telling me about a party?"

Santana looked up from her phone to find Sebastian standing in front of her. A suave smirk spread across his lips. "I literally just texted Mercedes. How the fuck does she do that?"

"She isn't the self proclaimed gossip queen of McKinley for nothing."