A/N: So, I tried something a little different and I don't really know if I like it. This story probably won't be very long, goodness no, but let me know what you guys think. Thank you! CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE: Like, a year ago (maybe more) I read this Faberry fic called Your Song, where Rachel bet somebody that she could make Quinn fall in love with her. That fic spurned this one, except to me, Santana would be more of a bitch. Anywho, thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I profit off of Glee, or any of that nonsense.

All You're Ever Gonna Be Is Mean

First and foremost, Santana Lopez is a bitch. Whether she was born that way or built that way over time, that was for her to know and nobody to find out.

She's a Senior now and she believes that it's time she puts down all the pretenses, so she devotes less time in trying to be otherwise.

Contrary to popular opinion, Santana enjoyed being that girl. She enjoyed knocking others down just so that she could build herself up. It's cruel, she knows, but it's also high school. She wasn't deluded enough to believe that Lima was where she'd matter, so she felt no qualms about destroying any relationships that could have been built there.

She doesn't do friendly or friends, no, she does hostile and enemies, because she knows that once graduation comes, she's hightailing it out of Lima with no intention of ever turning back. Relationships and friends and memories are things that hold you back, they tie you down, and Santana Lopez would be damned if she let anything tie her down to Lima.

Her only exception is Brittany and Santana feels like that's because Brittany would be her exception to anything and perhaps everything. They've been best friends since they were six, and it's like a movie once said, 'sandbox love lasts a lifetime'.

It's not just that. It's also the fact that since day one Brittany has had zero problem cutting past off of Santana's barriers and bee lining straight for Santana's heart. She gets underneath Santana's skin so easily that it's almost uncomfortable, but she lets it slide because it's Brittany.

Plus, Brittany's importance will never vary in Santana's life. She has it specifically planned that the day she leaves this hell hole is the day she brings Brittany with her, because Santana can't let her best friend rot somewhere that's only ever been good at destroying dreams. Brittany's too good for that.

Anyway, aside from Brittany, Santana has no need for personal relationships. She doesn't care about teamwork or friends or clubs, she does what she has to so that she can build up her college resume. She tears down who she needs to so that it's one less person she has to beat out in the future.

Statistically speaking, she read somewhere that only 4% of Lima residents make it out of state, the rest just stay behind to rot or live every day just like the one before. Santana can't be one of those 4%, she can't be left behind, so what's the problem with destroying your competition in the process?

That's what brings her to now, she's spent that past four years building and plotting and planning, just to end up here.

She's sitting in her Science class trying to finish up her Senior Project when she comes across an article about scientifically making someone fall in love with you. It's dumb, she thinks, because even if you had some sort-of super powers of love like those weird Twilight kids, it's still pretty impossible to make someone fall in love with you.

She knows this because she tried, with Brittany, and all that got her was heartbreak and a vicious snarl. And perhaps also an icebox where her heart used to be.

Anyway, Santana's about to shove it away when a thought hits her. She's literally seven months away from graduation. Her Senior Project is nearly done because, oddly enough, Santana Lopez actually loves science. She's had her Senior Project pegged since Junior year, her volunteer hours are done, she has three Cheer Leading championships, and two Glee Championships, and a part-time job. She's so done with this stage of her life that she's practically bored with herself, so she reaches for the article.

Santana still thinks it's dumb. She's the girl that thinks that anything involving love is useless, so this article holds no real appeal or power over her. However, scientifically speaking, it has it's draws. If such a thing were actually possible and Santana could prove it...well, that would certainly set her far ahead of the other kids.

Santana's not sacrificing her Senior Project, no. She's not dumb, that thing is so far done it's practically burnt. No, this could be a side thing, a thing she does just for herself to see if it's true.

She decides to go through with the experiment because she's genuinely curious as much as she is bored, and she thinks it's the kind-of thing that will separate her from the other college applicants. Because, let's be honest, Lima, Ohio doesn't stand out anywhere, so why would it make her stand out to others?

Santana grabs a blank notebook from the stack in her backpack and a notebook and shoves the article inside, her mind already planning a time frame and jotting an outline of rules and guidelines.

It's strange that such a stupid thing could fill Santana with such excitement, especially when said thing was also pretty horrendous, and it makes Santana think that maybe she hasn't been living these past eighteen years.

She shakes the thoughts away with twist of her head, her body scrambling out of her chair and out of her classroom. All that's left for her to do is pick a subject.

She settles on Quinn Fabray because Santana's petty, and that's just how things go sometimes.

If there was ever a thorn in her side, it's Quinn fucking Fabray.

She was the token Christian cheerleader and the student body held her on a pedestal, even though she had spent the majority of her sophomore year at the bottom of the social ladder, she had somehow managed to climb back up.

Santana loathed the girl because she was everything Santana hated about the world.

Santana had to work for everything she was given, just so she could end up in second place over and over again. Quinn worked off of handouts and others mistakes. Sure, Quinn was talented, but she was also useless when it came down to it.

Quinn's beauty was created by a doctor, her Cheerleading Captaincy by her sister, her social status by Finn, and her overall status by her parents. Quinn was given everything in life and Santana hated her for it.

So maybe it seems pretty cruel and pretty outlandish, especially since Quinn was practically the walking billboard for heterosexuality and since they were supposed to friends...but they were always better enemies than friends and Quinn's glance always lingered when it should have strayed.

Overall, it's bitchy and interesting and terrible, and Santana's excited.

If she could destroy The Quinn Fabray while simultaneously destroying Quinn's heart and getting her Captain title back, then Santana would do it.

She certainly was petty, but hey, teenage girls sometimes.

It's her Senior year of High School and Santana Lopez is busy plotting how to make Quinn Fabray fall in love with her.

If her fifteen year old self could see her now, that girl would probably be ashamed. But time has made her a little bit older and a little bit colder. It's taught her that being a bitch has it's benefits, and that if you don't screw someone over first, they'd probably screw you.

In a way, this is a project. It's something to do for fun instead of hyperventilating every time the mail comes. In a sense, it's also payback. For Quinn ratting out Santana anywhere and everywhere she could. Santana wasn't in the mood to cut Quinn slack, she's cut her slack all along and that's what helped Quinn get ahead of her time and time again.

Santana focused her attention back to the article. Overall, it's pretty lame, but it does make some valid points. She had spent the previous night taking down notes and building an outline that'll help her squirm her way into something that Quinn holds dearly. Whether it's her heart or her panties, Santana doesn't care.

Payback is a pretty bitch, just like Santana.

Act I: Make sure they always associate you with positive feelings.

Step One: Make Quinn laugh.

Santana swallowed her pride as she pushed over Jew Fro. Normally, she was opposed to touching something so disgusting and contagious, but this was necessary.

Jew Fro cowered, his afro moving from side to side as he shook. Santana grinned in triumph. "Listen here, Jew Fro, I know you covet that seat next to Quinn that you practically jack off in every week, but I needs it."

"Bu-"

Santana held up her hand to silence Jew Fro's response. "I don't care what you have to say. You give it to me or I'll make sure you end up with no Fro."

"You wouldn't!" Jew Fro exclaimed, his face smashed together in horror.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Why are you still standing here?"

And just like all things, Santana took what she wanted from pure fear alone.

If Quinn was surprised when Santana slid in the chair next to her, she didn't show it. Instead she shrugged and went back to writing in her girly ass journal. Seriously though? Where were the skulls and the hot chicks? Quinn had no sense of style.

A few minutes passed before Santana grew irritated with Quinn's high horse. She cleared her throat before leaning over and laying her hand on Quinn's shoulder.

"Listen here, Q, I got some vodka in my car and I was thi-

Quinn shrugged off Santana's hand and slammed her journal shut. Santana frowned, okay, it was time for a different tactic. "Hey, listen, is there any way you could help me out with the science homework bec-"

"What do you want, Santana?"

Santana frowned, obviously failing massively at this thing called communication. "I need help with the science homework."

Quinn turned in her chair, her ponytail perfect and her glare withering. Santana frowned on reflex. God, what a perfect bitch. Quinn raised an eyebrow. "You've turned into such an awful liar since your whole escapade with Brittany, you know."

"Excuse me?"

Quinn looked over at the teacher to make sure he still wasn't paying attention before turning her focus back to Santana. "Maybe you've forgotten, but I know you better than everyone else in this pathetic town outside of Brittany. You've excelled in Science classes since we were twelve because you secretly love them, not to mention the fact that you carry the third highest G.P.A in this school, behind Artie and myself. So what do you really want?"

Santana glared. Damn, what a double bitch. She licked her lips before settling on something eerily similar to honesty. "I always admired how you could go from unsuspecting chum to crazy fucking bitch in a matter of seconds."

It's a true testament to their wacky ass relationship when Quinn laughs, and Santana smirks in response. She chalks up this moment to a win, even if it's a minor one.

Quinn smiles at Santana and for a second Santana almost falters because Quinn looks genuine. She shakes it off though, with a reminder that nothing Quinn has ever done has been genuine.

Quinn looks away. "I'm glad it's you sitting there instead of Jew Fro."

Santana grinned, all cunning smiles and ruthless lips. "You're very welcome for my selfless act. Now, let's discuss the ways in which you can pay me back."