So I finally got around to watching the Oscars today, and I fucking love Jennifer Lawrence, that girl cracks me up! But anyways, I had just finished watching her interview with George Stephanopoulos when I went for a run, and Justin Timberlake, bless him, "Suit&Tie" came on and this fanfic idea just hit me! Anyways, so Santana is kind of based on J-Law, an upcoming actress who happens to be extremely witty and humble. Brett is like a mash up of J.T. and every other sexy successful man in Hollywood. Anyways, you get the picture!

I don't own Glee, and I don't mean to offend any celebrities mentioned in this fic!

P.S. I'm kind of in a rut with Mergers&Martyrs right now, but Bathtub Babies is going strong! I'm excited about this fic, so hope you like it!

Enjoy!

"Now remember what we talked about. Papi keep your man crushes in check and Mami please, can we not have a repeat of what happened at the SAG awards." Santana Lopez scolded her parents from her place in the black SUV that was driving her to the Academy Awards.

"Santana, mija, I just wanted to let Sally Field know how much I loved her in Smokey and the Bandit! How was I supposed to know she was in the middle of an interview?" Maribel shrugged innocently.

"I thought the microphone was a dead give-away, personally.." Antonio Lopez said from the front seat earning a nasty glare from his wife and an eye roll from his oldest daughter.

"Papi, you have no room to talk! You cornered George Clooney and practically begged him to join your fantasy baseball league." Santana's cheeks heated in embarrassment just thinking about

"He seemed into it…" Antonio defended earning a chuckle from the back row of the vehicle.

"Right, because actually physically running from you totally screams 'I'll A-Rod in the first round'." Said a high pitched voice earning a huff from Antonio, a high-five from Maribel and a curious look from Santana.

"Wow, Kurt, didn't know you knew so much about baseball." Santana said impressed.

"Oh, honey, I don't. Saw him in People magazine when he was dating Kate Hudson, and can I just tell you the Red Sox's have been my favorite team ever since!" The baby-faced boy said starry-eyed.

"Uh, Kurt, he plays for the Yankees.." Santana corrected.

"Yeah, whatever." Kurt countered, not really caring at all.

The playful banter continued until the car pulled up in front of the Dolby Theatre, when it suddenly got very quiet.

"Wow…. This is really happening?" Santana said through a shaky exhale, eyeing all the people on the red carpet.

"Sure is, now move your ass Santana, we've people to see and awards to win!" Kurt said enthusiastically as he maneuvered over Maribel in her seat to get out of the SUV.

Once the door was opened there was no going back. Santana would be walking the red carpet at the Oscars. She had always wanted this, but now that it was here she was a little overwhelmed. She hadn't even wanted to be an actress growing up, it sort of just happened, and now here she was. The Oscars.

Holy Shit! Okay, get your shit together. Deep Breathes. Big Smile.

Santana put a smile on as Kurt helped her out of the SUV and smoothed out her dress as he did a once-over of her.

"Stunning! If you win, I want a raise!" Kurt joked. Santana and Kurt had been best friends since middle school. Kurt had believed in her, even when she didn't believe in herself. She was grateful for him, he kept her grounded, not that she needed any help in that department. The media had labeled Santana the "Most down to earth newcomer Hollywood has ever scene". Santana might have been an award-winning actress, but she couldn't lie during interviews, it was like word vomit to the extreme. Often she would cringe when watching them after they had aired.

Santana kissed Kurt's cheek as her father came to her side and linked his arm in hers "You look beautiful, mija. I'm so so proud of you." Antonio said with wet eyes as he kissed his little girls cheek.

"So am I, baby girl." Maribel didn't even bother to hide the tear that slid down her cheek as she engulfed her daughter in a bone-crushing hug.

"Okay, okay, enough! No tears! Kurt will through a fit!" Santana said as she tried to hold her own emotions at bay.

"Yeah Tony, I don't think I have under eye concealer in your shade." Ever the charmer Kurt said breaking the family out of what could have been an all out cry fest. Santana wasn't known for being overly emotional, the public loved her for her witty comments. She would leave the tears up to Anne Hathaway.

"Ms. Lopez, this way please." A man in a tux said as he ushered the entourage towards the red carpet.

"Well this is it." Santana said with through a deep breathe. She hadn't always wanted to be an Academy Award Nominee, hell she would have been happy being a music teacher, but since she was here she was going to be the best nominee this place had ever seen.

"Try not to embarrass yourself." Said a voice behind Santana. Turning she couldn't help but grin.

"I'll try not to, but if I do it'll give you something to do. You and I both know you are the boredest publicist in Hollywood! Maybe I should do you a favor, put that PR degree to work, what do you say, Fabray?" Santana said giving her friend/publicist a hug.

Quinn chuckled as she pulled away from the embrace, but stopped laughing and looked Santana dead in the eyes "Please Don't."

Santana was once again ushered away by the Oscars staff to walk the red carpet; looking over her shoulder she yelled, "I promise I will try not to embarrass myself!"

An hour later she was meet at the entrance of the theater by a slightly annoyed looking Quinn. Santana just shrugged.

"You and I both know I was never any good at keeping promises."

"You're lucky the public finds your fatass endearing, now come on lets get you to your seat." Quinn said as she pulled Santana to her side leading her down the aisle of the theatre.

"Okay, Santana, it was cute at the Globes, but please no witty pop-culture references if you win. And NO obscene gestures or remarks win or loss-"

Quinn was interrupted by Santana as she stopped in the aisle, causing her parents to run into the back of her and the people behind them to run into each other, "Oh come on! That was the seventh grade talent show! You and everyone else knows who deserved to win that thing, and it was not Rick the Stick's armpit farting!"

Quinn giggled awkwardly as she mouthed sorry to the now congested aisle, "Right. Okay. I know you were robbed, now get to your seat and shut your mouth please."

Santana huffed as took her seat in-between her parents.

Yeah, whatever Rick can suck my-

Santana was brought out of her inner sulking by a tap on her shoulder.

Turning slowly she was met by the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. She didn't even look at who had asked for her attention, she was so mesmerized by those baby blues.

"Uhm, hi." Said the owner of those eyes.

Once the man started talking Santana shifted further around in her seat to get a better glimpse at who was talking to her. She looked the culprit up and down and almost had a heart attack. Sitting right behind her was the reigning People Magazine's "Sexist Man Alive". The singer turned actor was by far the hottest thing Santana had ever seen. Photographs did not do the man justice. .

Seeing as he had Santana's full attention he continued.

"I'm Brett." The man said as he stuck his hand out for a handshake.

In true Santana fashion, "I KNOW" she said with her mouth hanging open.

Brett chuckled as he brought his hand back, obviously not going to receive the handshake he was expecting. He was used to this, girls forgetting to breathe around him, but usually they were normal women, not Oscar nominees. In his experience he found that the A-list actress were bitchy, pretending not to know who he was or act better than him, so it was refreshing that beautiful Latina in front of him was having a normal reaction. It wasn't that Brett was cocky, he just knew from experience.

Laughing Brett continued, "Right, well I just wanted to let you know you aren't the only one that got robbed from a talent show victory. In 5th grade Sara Fitzgerald beat me out by singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". My MC Hammer impersonation definitely should have won."

Oh my god, he's so hot!

Santana, STOP! You're drooling.

Am not!

Might as well be, close your damn mouth! Play it cool for Christ's sake!

Santana snapped out of it when the lights in the theatre started to dim. "Yeah, those things are always rigged…"

Really, that's what you say?! Hopeless, you're hopeless! Santana said as she looked down for a second to scold herself.

When she looked back up she could see Brett was smiling at her. Something about that smile put her at ease.

"Uhm, I'm Santana, by the way." Santana said as she put her hand out, Brett grabbing it and gently shaking it, sending tingles up Santana arm. Music started to play signaling the start of the show; Santana gave Brett a small smile before dropping his hand and turning back around in her seat.

A full out grin formed on her face when she felt hot breathe on her ear and a deep voice saying "I Know".

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