Chapter 1

I swear she looks familiar, like someone I knew in a past life, or maybe from too long ago. Her dark hair swishes out of her braid with every jerk of her head; she's beautiful. As she kneels her legs tense and I can admire just how toned they are; she's stunning. Her eyes are focused and determined, sparing no attention to the multitude of eyes on her, because every set must be as entranced as I am; she's perfect.

A bell rings, and the hypnosis is complete.

I watch as she leaves the platform, and my legs instinctively follow in her direction. There has to be some way to talk to her, some way to ask if I look as familiar to her as she does to me.

"Excuse me."

I feel a firm hand wrapped around my left arm, demanding and unnerving in its bold gesture. Traveling further up the arm I recognize a smiling face with heavily gelled slicked-back hair.

"You're not allowed back there without identification." He asserts, his smile unwavering, his hand, still firmly grasping my arm, tells me he knows I have none.

"I'm-" I search past him in the girl's direction, only catching a glimpse of her dark eyes as she assesses the situation, then hurriedly shuffles away.

"…I'm sorry…" I feel my shoulders drop from disappointment, and the tension the man created so quickly is dissolved.

"Listen, she's actually extremely welcoming to girls who are as pretty as you, so maybe I can go ask her if she'll talk to you?" He whispers quietly in my ear despite the roaring sound that surrounds us, by his tone I can tell he has done this more than once.

I stare into his eyes, trying to analyze the situation, trying to tell if this is some sort of trick, maybe how they get girls to participate in this sort of thing in the first place, "What do I have to do?" I ask, skeptical, but with half my mind lost in the thoughts of seeing the girl again.

He smiles as if he expected the reply, "Nothing. Santana just actually likes talking to pretty girls. I have nothing to say about what she may want you to do though." He mumbles the last part, almost in a disapproving manner, and I wonder just how close the two are, maybe he can recognize me too.

"Do you know me?" I blurt out, desperate for some connection to the girl.

His brow furrows and he gives me a once over, "I don't think so, should I?"

My shoulders drop again and there's a definite frown on my face, but I try to hide it. He's being too nice for me to be this sad.

"Hey, cheer up, I'll go ask her right now, ok?" He pats my shoulder, and gives me one more smile before disappearing into the corridor.

I'm wondering about it all when I feel a tap on my shoulder, "Where you been? I was watching and when I looked back you disappeared."

My eyes meet blue and I smile as he passes me a notepad and pen, "You also left this, I thought you were a serious reporter, Britt, taking on your first assignment."

Sam smiles to signal he's joking, and I give a polite smile back, not exactly enthused by the familiarity he addresses me with, we had only known each other a week after all. My eyes can't help but travel back to the corridor, hoping for the guard to return.

"She was amazing, wasn't she?" he casually slips in, "Really makes you wonder about how much she practices."

I nod, because after all she was amazing, but I try not to think about how everyone else was watching her in the same way that I was.

"So anyway, I was wondering if maybe after this we can go get a drink or some-"

"Hold that thought." I interrupt, knowing exactly what he was implying, but that's not important right now, the guard is back and by the smile on his face I get more excited. I slip the notepad and pen into my back pocket.

"Good news, she wants to talk to you." He states, and his eyes harden as he switches his gaze to Sam, "Unfortunately, it can only be you who comes back to see her."

Sam seems offended, and puffs out his chest a bit at the smaller man, but the guard remains unwavering, his eyes getting colder by the second. I set a hand on Sam's shoulder, "It's okay, I can go alone. Just go ahead and head home."

Sam's demeanor falls a bit, "Are you sure? This isn't the best of neighborhoods to leave a girl alone in."

I smile, genuinely appreciative of his care, but his chivalry is a bit off-putting, that behavior is reserved to only those who you care about after all, "I'll be okay, I'll just get a cab home or something, they'll come straight to the door."

He's hesitant, but one more nod has him agreeing, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow at work, right?" His blue eyes shine and I nod again, the polite smile once again gracing my face.

As soon as he turns around, my head spins toward the guard, "Can I see her right now?"

His eyes are soft once again, "Yes, just follow me."

As he walks, I follow closely, the corridor holding more rooms than I had expected, a total of eight. He walks with purpose and I can only glance at the different colored doors, a gold star on one, a blank white scene on another, a purple and black striped door, a portrait of Ares on another.

"I have to warn you," the guard starts, before stopping at a solid black door, "Santana isn't the nicest of girls, and she's very straight-forward. You might get offended by how she is, but she's somewhat better if you get to know her."

The disclaimer has me confused, but I accept it anyway with a nod, "Thank you…"

"Blaine." He finishes with a smile. "And please, hopefully I'll be thanking you." Once again he mumbles the end of his sentence before knocking on the door, which I notice actually has lace on the outer edges.

"Santana,…" he looks to me expectedly and I whisper, "Brittany"

"Brittany is here to see you. I'll be heading back to the front." he says, telling both of us. "Good luck." He whispers before walking away quickly.

I hear shuffling behind the door, and when it's opened I can't help but notice how little she has on, a black lace bra with a matching thong. She looks me up and down and I can practically hear the wheels spinning in her head as she rates me from one to ten.

"Definitely a ten, you probably need to take off all these layers to make sure, though." She says after a pause, and I gulp to relieve my dry mouth.

She turns around giving full view of her ass as she walks further into the room, I follow the hypnosis still in full effect. "Blaine said your name was Brittany, right?"

I clear my throat to make sure I don't stutter, "Yes."

She smirks and I feel myself melt a bit, "I'm Santana, it's nice to meet you." She extends her hand and I hurry to take it.

"It's nice to meet yo-" she pulls me in close, and I'm spun around, and backed against a table before I can finish my sentence.

"So what made you want to meet Divine's underground fighting champion, Brittany?"

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AN: Just a clarification, this is an alternate universe, and it doesn't follow the ideas/norms of most of our reality. However, it's not supernatural or sci-fi at all, it's mainly different from a cultural standpoint. BTW chapters might not always be this short, but it really just depends on what's happening. Anyway, THANK YOU FOR READING, and an update may come very quickly.