AN-So guys and gals this is the first fanfic I've written in ages (please be kind) and I hope that this first chapter is basically a teaser(?) just to see if anyone would want me to continue. Comments and criticisms are really welcome.

M for violence and lady loving in later chapters.

Disclaimer- Oh would you look at that I don't own Glee or any of the characters...'Cause if I did Brittany would have graduated and rode off into the sunset with Santana on the back of a unicorn. Just something to think about.

"Santana!"

I am kicking ass this week! I look around at the charcoal grey gym area which now has scorch marks decorating every inch of space. With burning effigies of mock 'enemies' scattered around the room. Targets smashed to a thousand and one pieces, still smoking may I add. I grin with a sense of accomplishment. I'm sooooo getting better at this.

"Santana"

I narrow my eyes and quickly scan the room to see if there is anything left unscathed after my intense work out this morning. When I notice a training dummy propped up in the corner in the shadows. Well this won't do I think as I shift my relaxed stance to an attacking one.

The target is about 40 yards from where I'm standing. Easy. I draw my left hand behind my ear, ready to throw. I can feel the energy surge through my body as I direct it to my hand. Hear the crackling as a fireball begins to form in the centre of my open palm My body starts to hum with the amount of force that I am putting into this one shot. I feel it grow larger, sweat begins to form across my brow. I aim. 3.2.1. Throw. I watch as the strike leaves my hand, leaving a trail of flames as it reaches the intended target. As soon as it impacts the chest of the mannequin, the whole thing ignites after being slammed against the wall it was stood against. Got you I grin. Watching as the flames engulf the fake body.

I look down to see that my left hand is still alight, I hold it out in front of me. Transfixed by the swirling reds,oranges and yellows that coat the surface of my skin, slowly licking down to my wrists.

"Santana Lopez! If I have to shout your name again I will come down there, drag your sorry ass upstairs, then beat you to a pulp. You will not be late for yet another meeting"

"Be there in a minute Quinny!" I shout back at her extinguishing my hand with a sigh.

I roll my eyes. Like it'll matter if I'm late, everyone up there knows that they need sweating from today's session, I walk over to the towel and gym bag that I dumped at the foot of the metal stairs this morning. I pull a sports bottle from the bottom of my bag and start pouring the water onto the towel. Pressing it to my neck to try and reduce the heat I can feel on my body. Smirking a little as I hear the hissing of the water evaporating as soon as it hits my skin.

Lets get this straight. I'm hot. Like in all sorts of ways. H-O-T. I'm a fire type elemental, which means I can do cool shit like shoot flames around, set stuff on fire just by looking at them and withstand high temperatures, yadda yadda yadda. Truth is I'm still learning what I can and can't do (like trying to light someone's cigar for them and instead putting them in hospital. Awkward.) And it's not like anyone can teach me 'Fire Control 101' as I'm the first one of my 'kind' to surface. There hasn't been a fire elemental in, ooh about 1000 years. Its rare to be an elemental to begin with. It's even rarer to be chosen to be an elemental in fire.

I gulp down the rest of the water deciding I need to cool off a bit more and start thinking about what this meeting will entail (they usually end up with me shouting about nothing in particular just to get the hell out of there). Although usually on the agenda is mainly about the ongoing difficulties that we are currently having with the 'norms'.

Basically, thousands of years ago (or something like that) the elementals lived contently amongst the rest of the population. Until of course those without powers went, how shall I put this, bat shit crazy. Deciding that Elementals were 'unnatural' they were cast out and killed. I mean the 'mentals are badass and all, but there is no way like 10 of them could hold off an entire village…So they chose to live in isolation, but after years and years we're basically dying out. Like I said, you can't train to be an elemental, doesn't work like that. You're born one.

There's about ten of us living together in " 'mental HQ " we've all been called upon because rumours have been flying around that a rouge group have been trying to create new forms of our elements and create them artificially. Apparently the governments best plan is 'fight fire with fire' (so to speak) by rounding up all of the known elementals together to fight these fakers. Named the 'norms' so called simply because they have no natural powers for themselves (inventive I know), but they could be trouble for us if they manage to create new versions of our powers.

As I look down I realize I'm standing, still sweating, in a red tank top bra and the shortest pair of black shorts I own. This may not be the best attire to wear for a formal meeting. I decide that I don't care, I look damn hot anyway standing to the side to glimpse my reflection in the mirror (That I had cracked by accident this morning. Oops 7 years bad luck) to see that strands of my hair had fallen from the loose ponytail I had put in for training. I pulled out the band and let my dark locks fall loosely over my shoulders, running both my hands through it to push it away from my eyes.

I started walking closer to the mirror, my eyes locking to the 'birthmark'. The fire symbol of the elementals, just above my right hip. It glows slightly red against the caramel tones of the rest of my body. Glowing hotter than the rest of me. Pressing a slender finger against it I can feel the heat that radiates off the mark.

BOOM! I turn around quickly to see that the door above the stairs has been blown from its hinges causing it to fly across the room and crash into the opposing wall. Fucking Quinn blasting her way into fucking rooms. Bitch owes me a new door.

"Santana" Quinn snarls "Get. Your. Ass. Up. Here. NOW!" With each word she fires a blast of air at me. I manage to dodge most of them until the last blow catches me in my chest.

"Damn it Q that's gonna leave a bruise" I gasp out, trying to rub the pain away.

"Good!" she snaps back, propelling herself forward with a blast, yet managing to land gracefully in front of me. Her air symbol on the side of her neck glowing a light blue colour. Which usually only happens when she's pissed off. Damn I'm in trouble.

"Okay. Okay Q I'm coming" I shout louder than expected as she gears up for another air blast. Sighing loudly as she starts nudging me towards the stairs. "Just have one question though Quinn"

"What?" she practically snarls at me.

"Is now a bad time to ask for a snack?"

Sooooo how was that for you guys? To continue or not to continue?

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It's a bit sketchy, but I hope it was making sense.

I'd like to point out that it's not really based on Avatar either, as that shit above is all made up...from my head. But obviously there is going to be some similarities if I'm writing about people controlling elements Etc.

Also are there any other pairings/friendships you'd like me to include.

Thanks for reading.