So this is my second story and this fic idea was given to me by Vsaint. I had fun writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoy reading it!

I don't own Glee.

Santana rolled her eyes as she passed by the way to chipper receptionist at her father Beverly Hills talent agency. Rebecca , or Reese or whatever the hell her name is was just to damn cheery for Santana's taste. I mean the women's voice was higher than her friend Kurt's when he wore those awful 'Hugh Jackman gold lady pants'.

It also didn't help that Santana had one of the worst hangovers of all time. Ciroc didn't taste good going down, and it definitely didn't taste good coming back up. Not to mention she could actually hear the blood coursing through her own head. Never again, Santana had told herself. She told herself this every Friday afternoon.

So the fact that her father had demanded her in his office at nine am on a Friday morning was only adding fuel to the fire that was an annoyed Santana Lopez. And everyone in Hollywood knew that an annoyed Santana Lopez was not to be trifled with.

Obviously everyone except that bitch behind the desk with the obnoxiously painful voice asking her if she would like anything.

Santana plopped down on one of the couches in the reception area and tried with all her might to block out the retched noises. She closed her eyes, that were hidden under big dark sunglasses, but that only made her more nauseous. Finally Santana decided she needed to deal with it.

She sat up straight on the couch and eyed the woman that was now standing directly in front of her.

"What's your name?" Santana asked shamelessly. She was positive she had meet the brunette before, but she couldn't remember her name, and didn't even try to be polite about it.

"Rachel. Rachel Berry. I've worked here for a year now." Rachel said with a smile plastered on her face. Santana didn't even notice as she was now enthralled with staring at Rachel's huge nose.

"Ugh, right Rachel. What do you want?" Santana asked, hoping Rachel would play into what she wanted her to.

"I just wanted to know if you needed anything, Miss Lopez?"

Sucker. Santana thought as she took a deep breath and unleashed a vicious rant upon the unsuspecting receptionist.

"Right. You know what I need?" Rachel leaned in a little closer as if not wanting to miss any bit of the request from her bosses daughter.

"Well, I need you to shut your annoying pie hole." Rachel looked extremely taken aback and it only encouraged Santana further.

"Imma need you to get back behind your little desk over there, be completely silent and let me agonize over this hangover in peace. Got it, Fanny Brice?" Santana said pointedly.

"Oh! Oh! Funny Girl is my favorite movie of all ti-" She was cut off as Santana's fingers shot up to hold the smaller girls lips closed.

Rachel's eyes went crossed as she looked at Santana's fingers on her. She was pretty confident she could sue the Lopez Agency for a hostile work environment, but she really needed this job in order. She had finally gotten her foot in the door, and she wouldn't let some entitled brat push her out, like literally physically push her out when it came to Santana's case.

When Rachel looked back up to Santana's face she could see herself in the reflection on Santana's glasses.

Santana removed her hand from the Jewish girls face and sat back down on the couch.

Rachel was still trying to recover from the shock when she cleared her throat a bit.

Santana saw this opportunity, and decided she just could not pass it up.

"You sound a little thirsty, Mrs. Focker. Why don't you go get yourself a nice tall glass of 'shut the fuck up'." Santana cocked her head to the side as if challenging Rachel to say something back.

Rachel wanted to say something so badly to the Latina, but she felt she needed to be the bigger woman in this situation. So smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles on her pencil skirt she huffed and walked back over to her desk.

Santana couldn't help the satisfied smirk that popped up on her face, not that she would ever try to fight it. She had a reputation to uphold anyways.

The smirk was short lived.

"Santana, mija, nice of you to show." Antonio Lopez said as he walked into the reception area looking as handsome as ever with his slicked back salt& pepper hair and his tailored grey suit.

Santana frowned and looked down at her Cartier watch.

"What?! It's only 9:15!" Santana tried to defend.

"Fifteen minutes later than what was asked… Wait, why are you wearing sunglasses inside?..." Antonio shook his head as realization hit him. "…I suppose I should be happy you even managed to roll out of bed this morning, huh?"

Santana flashed him a guilty smile before getting up to hug her father. He really did give the best hugs.

"We have guests.. at least you don't smell.." Santana hit her father playfully on the arm as he lead her back to one of the conference rooms. Santana didn't resist the urge to flip Rachel off when the tiny brunette through a scowl in her direction.

As the Lopez's rounded the corner towards the conference room Santana pulled her sunglasses off her face and pulled out her iPhone to giver her face a once over in the mirror like screen protector. When she was satisfied with her appearance she through on her most charming smile, or at least as charming as she could muster with the amount of alcohol that was probably still running through her system.

Her father stopped just short of the door and turned to his only child.

"Now, these are two very important people. So keep an open mind."

The hell does that mean? She thought as she watched her father turn back around and open the door to the large room for her.

There were only two people in the room. Both were men and were seated until they noticed her enter the room.

Huh, gentlemen. Must not be from L.A. Santana thought as a silver haired man in a dark suit approached her. He looked to be around her father's age and was fairly tall. She immediately noticed his eyes. They were a unique shade of blue. For his intimidating stature, his face seemed kind. She hadn't even talked to the man yet, but she could tell she would like him…Unless he had an annoying voice. Santana couldn't stand an annoying voice.

When the man outstretched his hand Santana took it and smiled at him while her father introduced him.

"Santana, this is James Pierce. He owns Pierce Publishing. We were just discussing the details of a business deal." Santana had heard of Pierce Publishing. In fact most of her favorite authors were published through the kind faced mans company.

"Well , it's a pleasure to meet you. You're company has really put out great works!" Santana's charms was just overflowing at this time.

The man blushed a little before letting go of Santana's hand and saying, "Oh, you're to kind. And please, call me Jim."

Santana didn't even notice the second man was standing near her until she heard Antonio pat the man on the back. Santana turned to look at her father and the stranger and was met with the most brilliant eyes she had ever seen.

She had thought Jim's eyes were unique, but obviously not. This man's eyes were close to the same shade, but seemed brighter and more full of life. She was broken out of her staring contest when her father spoke up again.

"Santana, this is Jim's son. Brett Pierce…." The man, who looked to be in his early to mid twenties was a little taller than his father and his hair was blonde and a little un kept, but not in a gross way, more like a surfer way. Santana noted that he wasn't too bulky, but he definitely worked out.

I wouldn't mind him working me out. Santana thought as she shook the gorgeous man's hand.

Antonio shot a glance at Jim, it went unnoticed by Santana who was busy eye-fucking the younger Pierce, and then cleared his throat.

"Santana, this is Brett Pierce…Your fiancé."

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