Note: Just for the info, I'm just experimenting on writing stories and this is my first ever written fanfiction. So I do hope I'll able to get some feedback about my writing and this first chapter.

I do not know how modelling companies are nor how they work on the inside. The story is just from my own imagination. I guess this is AU? And some characters' personalities are different from the show itself.

This is really boring me. Why did I even agree to try this out eighteen months ago? I should've just stayed in New York, get a proper job and then probably live a happy life with my now-ex-boyfriend(who broke up with me after a month because of the long distance). In the end about the break-up, I wasn't that devastated because he insulted me and put me down for being such a fame-whore. I can't be bothered with such people even if we had been together for about a year. I won't let these kind of people tear me down.

I'm not a fame-whore okay? I was just scouted back in NYU by a modelling agent because I happened to wear a tank top and short shorts with my roommate, running around campus because of a dare. I did reject his offer but he told me that I'll be a great addition to the company & asked me to at least give it a shot for at least two years, because the contract is that, and if I really don't like it then I can officially quit.

At that moment I was just like, "Fine. Why not?" and right after graduation, I was flown to Los Angeles.

I have a business degree so I'm quite safe if I were to look for another job.

And right now I'm so thinking about it. That guy who scouted me became my manager and I'm so glad he's understanding about some rules I have for myself. But he really didn't expect me to pose in just a bikini right? I'm okay with a crop top and jeans shorts or what but no, no bikinis. So I only model for very decent clothing companies. Which I'm quite satisfied with because I don't get a lot of attention from people or the paparazzi.

I used to stay in Los Angeles until I was eight and my parents had to move to New York. I felt a tiny sense of nostalgia when I reached the L.A airport after so long.

I'm not that big of a fan for those extravagant kind of clothing. Plus the fact that my dream wasn't ever to just pose in front of the camera, smile or don't smile, change your pose every time the flash goes off from the camera, hearing the camera dude say 'This is perfect' or 'Just stunning' or 'More! Give me something more!' and then 'That's right!' is really killing me. I understand that you feel good after accomplishing your photo shoot but now I just want to work in a normal business company. Where I can get different challenges from my short-tempered boss and have some friendlier colleagues.

I don't really want to associate with the other more famous celebrities in the company because it's rumored that some of them are actually quite bitchy. Plus I've heard them gossiping about other model colleagues. Even about me but that last for like a week because I only wanted to model for clothes. Not runway model but only for those shops you see in malls or sometimes magazines. I don't get a lot of photo shoots like the rest of the models but I'm totally fine; I like chatting with my colleagues who just work at the company as a secretary or makeup artists and so on.

"Did you hear that Santana Lopez just transferred to our company?" Anne, one of the secretaries tells me and another colleague.

It's lunch time and I'm just stuck in the office. So I'm in the lounge with two colleagues, sitting at table, eating and chatting.

"The Santana Lopez?" Daphne, my other colleague exclaims. She usually does my makeup as well as for other models too. She's the best.

"The one who has been appearing in a lot of magazines and many other for the past three years?" I join in. Yeah I've seen her photos. She's gorgeous. But I've also heard that she's a pain in the ass to work with most of the time.

"Yeah that girl! Our boss just managed to poach her. This is so cool! We'll get to see her in person!" Anne smiles widely.

"Maybe I'll even get to do her make up!" Daphne agrees.

I'm not that excited though so I just stare at them weirdly. "Okay..."

"Aren't you excited?" Daphne nudges me.

"Not really? I know she's a gorgeous person but I've heard that she isn't very friendly." I shrug.

"Well, you're a rare one." Anne tells me.

"Rare one for?" I raise my right eyebrow at her.

"That you're gorgeous and you have a great personality." Daphne says.

I let out a laugh. "No way. There're some other models in our company who are actually gorgeous and with great personalities. Anyway, I don't think I'll be
continuing after my contract ends."

"Why not?" Daphne gasps. "You're perfect for those clothing companies. Most of our models are pretty successful and it's good to have at least one who isn't doing runway or something."

That sounded like an unintentional insult but I don't blame her.

"Quinn!" I hear my manager, Dan, call my name. "I need a favour from you."

I stand up just as he enters the lounge, "What's up?"

"Since there won't be any photo shoots for this month-"

"Oh great! I could do some shopping with Daphne."

"No... I need you to pretend to be a manager."

I give him a weird look, "Whose?"

"Santana Lopez."

My eyes widen, "Why can't you or other managers do it?"

"I'm busy with yours and Brittany's schedule."

"I barely have a schedule." I deadpan.

"That's why!" Dan smiles widely at me. "Just pretend to be Santana's manager for the month. Just that month. She just fired her last one and that's how Logan poached her but he just got into an accident and he doesn't want anyone else to be her manager besides him. So I offered that I could ask you to pretend to be the manager first and he agreed."

"No."

"C'mon Quinn."

"No."

"It'll be fun you know? She's probably like two years older than you so you guys can have like girly chats and stuff." Dan tries.

"No."

"Just one month."

"No."

"I promise just one month. And then you can go."

"Go?"

"I'll terminate your contract but you won't get affected by it. I'll even pay you double for pretending to be her manager. Please?"

"Are you really that desperate? Does Logan have something on you?"

"No it's just that I owe him. He was the one who offered me the job. The stubborn pathetic teenage boy."

"That was you?" I ask, shocked.

"Yeah. If it weren't for him, I would probably be in jail." Dan shrugs.

"Fine. But you still have to pay me double."

Dan smiles even wider. "Of course! And thank you!" He hugs me.

"Yeah yeah." I turn to look at Daphne & Anne as Dan leaves the room. They're trying not to laugh at me. "I'll survive the wrath of Miss Bitchy Bitch Bitch."

They laugh. "Don't come back with her head okay?" Daphne teases.

"I'll try not to."

'She really is a gorgeous person. It'll be even better if she had a nice personality,' I say to myself as I continue looking at a poster of her. 'It's not easy to find someone like that, Quinn.'

"Hey."

I turn to look at Dan.

"This is Santana's address," He hands me a piece of torn paper. "I'll see you tomorrow." He gives me two thumbs-up as he walks backwards.

It wasn't far to drive to her apartment building. It looks pretty expensive though. The ambience in the reception area is very...delicate? No. Just very poised okay. Oh her apartment number's here. I ring the doorbell and a man answers it.

"Can I help you, gorgeous?" He smirks at me.

"Is this Santana's apartment?"

"Yeah." He opens the door wider. He looks like he busy dressing.

"Thank you," I say as I step into the apartment. My eyebrows rise up pretty high as I take in what I'm seeing. What in the actual ffffff. She must've combined three apartments or something.

"Awesome place isn't it?" He drapes an arm over my shoulder and I immediately shrug it off as I step away from him. "Why so jumpy? Let's have some fun. I'm good. Even Santana said so. Even when she kicked me off the bed this morning and told me to leave."

"Then why are you still here?" I question.

"Because you came." He smirks again.

"I don't know what the hell you're doing but LEAVE MY APARTMENT NOW, CALEB!" I hear a female voice shout.

"Geez. That woman can be so hot headed at times." He puts on his shoes and leaves.

I hear a door close and then a gasp. I look to that direction.

"Crap. You scared me," Santana holds her right hand at her left chest. "Who're you?"

Wow. She really looks even better in person. Tanned skin, black wavy hair and her body is just nice for a model. Not too toned, not too skinny.

I observed from her arms and legs.

"I-uh, I'm your new manager." Did I just stammer?

She scoffs as she adjusts her robe. "I don't need some inexperienced young lady to be my manager. I was promised Logan."

I didn't feel insulted because it is true that I am young and inexperienced. "You do know that he got into an accident, right?"

"Obviously," She tells me as if I just said something stupid. "But I don't need a replacement at the moment."

"Look," She looks at me. "I'm not as fond of this as you are but I'm just a pretend manager until Logan gets better okay? I just have to make sure you're fine and protected
or whatever."

"I don't need a pretend manager who's actually my bodyguard," She lets out a laugh. "Anyway, have we met before? You look really familiar."

"I'm not a bodyguard either and no we haven't."

"Then leave. There isn't a need for you to be here." She pours a glass of wine for herself.

"I can't. Look," She looks at me again. "It's just for a month okay? And then I can go. If not I'll have to stay on for another six bloody boring months." I whisper the last
sentence.

"Go? Go where?"

"Then I can leave the company."

"Yeah fine. Just don't disturb me." She shrugs as she sips on her wine.

I sigh.

Here we go. She has already gotten on my nerves on the first day. Please God, help me get through this.