Hi, this is my first ever gleefic! I thought a KurtxSantana pairing would be very interesting, considering their different personalities, so here goes! Reviews would be incredible! ^.^

"Ugh, crap. I need a younger, inferior man! If I don't find one, Coach Sylvester will kick me off the Cheerios for sure." Santana seethed, slamming her locker shut. Sue's assignment was killing her. Sure, any guy in this school would kill for a chance to hook up with her, but she was so not ready to be a cougar.

"What about Finn? His birthday is like, three days before yours, and he's super-dumb." Britanny suggested.

"We already tried with Finn and he hates us." Santana rolled her eyes, remembering Finn's complete cluelessness. He was SUCH a virgin. She wasn't sure she could take his complete idiocy again.

Brittany seemed deep in thought (a considerable feat for the dumb blonde). Suddenly she leaned closer to the Latina, lowering her voice to a murmur,

"I, like, totally dare you to date that gay kid in glee."

"WHAT? Like, that Kurt kid? Hell, no." Santana recoiled in disgust at the thought. He would be even more clueless than Finn, and she wasn't sure she could take that again without ripping his dumb head off. "Kurt might be the only guy in this school who would ever turn me down."

"That so doesn't matter. You'd only have to take him out for like a week, anyways," Brit continued, "The point is that he looks about 10 years old."

"Then what's in it for me? Huh?" It was a rhetorical question – Santana's popularity would drop to an all-time low if she dated a gay kid. She would risk getting her first slushie facial from her own squad.

"You get to stay on the Cheerios, and… I'll give you my Pradas." A devious smile lit up Brittany's face. "Come on, it'll be fun. Think of it like, an experiment."

"No way." But the Latina already found herself thinking of the highly envied 6-inch heels and planning all the new outfit possibilities. The nude color would look amazing against her dark skin and the height would totally tone her calves.

"They're vintaaageee." Brittany coaxed.

Santana caved. Not for Kurt – hell, no – but for Britt's super hot shoes. "Fine, I'll do it."

For Prada and her cheerleading uniform, Santana would date the gay gleek. She would find a way.