Santana Lopez - 013. [what do you think?]

Pretty people on the screen. Plus I like watching my dates pretend to be into it.

And if it gets too bad, there's always making out.

Uh, hello. They're high school boys desperate for action.

[Yay, one foot down.]

I know, right? I'd be totally impressed with myself if I wasn't me.

Is what worth it? Being this amazing? Duh. [chomp chomp breadstick nom.]

Why not? It's more fun than most of the movies.

[Also, the power it gives her. That's kind of a plus.]

[She knows.]

Whatever. I could be doing worse things. Besides, the guys don't care as long as they get some in the end.

[Everybody wins.

Except for whatever is exploding on the screen, of course.]

[Most likely prize = sex, but she can't help but smile a little anyway. She hides it in her knee as she paints the last couple nails, but it's there. Hopefully he can't see it.]

That's right. And if they bitch too much, they get nothing. It's a totally logical system.

Whatever I feel like. I mean, if I don't feel like sex, I'm not gonna sleep with them just because they bought me dinner.

[Not that she ever says no, really. But that's mostly because she likes the sex, and she only goes out with people she deems worthy.]

But I'll pretty much always make out with them, at least. Or if it's Britt and me both on the date, we'll make out for whatever guy. Whichever.

[Both feet: done! Nice blood red polish. Shiny, too.]

Sometimes. Usually just a dinner thing, though.

[but it's red! Red looks good on her!]

I think she's like, out avoiding aliens or something. Either that or she went to bug Kurt.

How would I know? She thinks there is.

[and that's all that matters, duh.]