Same story, just put the chapters together to make them longer. There will be time jumps in this story as well, so try not to be confused. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

"I am fucking invincible!" Santana shouted in celebration, her team cheering from all around her. Brittany and Quinn had hoisted her up on their shoulders and were walking her through the crowd and towards their smirking Coach. Which was a scary yet relieving sight in its self.

"Glad to know that you had it in you Sand bags." Coach Sue semi complimented the Latina. "And here I thought that you were never going to amount to anything."

Santana just stared at her with a stony face. No point in showing the old bitch any emotion now. She was almost free from that horrible bitch.

"Thanks Coach." She replied, not even batting an eye.

"Yeah, yeah. Now get your overly priced tits out of my face. I have a trophy that needs to be shined."

Santana didn't even look back as she walked to the changing rooms with her friends. They had more important things to do. Like getting wasted and fucking each other senseless. It was after all, their ritual.

One that Santana never showed up too.

It was a grueling scene. Her car flipped on its side, still smoking from the fire that was extinguished only moments before. The multiple police and fire units on scene was astounding, as they worked hopelessly, to clear the wreckage.

Santana was fixing her hair as she waited at one of Lima's longest stop lights. Holding her pocket mirror steady, she curled her bangs once more around her finger before snapping her little mirror shut. Smirking to herself, she just couldn't help but to think, how awesome tonight was going to be. Now if only that stupid light would turn green.

Returning her attention to the road and the annoyingly still red light. Santana drummed her fingers against her steering wheel. A habit she had picked up just because of this light. She tried willing it with mind power. Surprisingly, it turned green.

"Fucking finally." She growled, hitting the gas and taking off. Unfortunately, that was the last thing Santana Lopez ever did.

Flash!

Santana's car on its side, charred and smoldering.

Flash!

The light green pick up truck, a few feet away. The entire front end smashed to pieces.

Flash!

The Corner taking the picture, swallowed thickly. His glazed over eye's scanning the scene and the missing front window of the Pick Up. It took no genius to figure out, that doing 60 in a 30, without a seat belt, is probably a bad thing.

Which.. Yeah it was, judging by the body they had found 15 feet down the road. Bent and broken so much to the point that it was going to take dental records to find out who this person was. The Corner shook his head, between that body and the burnt one he was currently looking it. It was going to be a long night.

Quinn and Brittany were busy setting up the living room for their girls night when Brittany's phone rang. Grinning at the caller, she flipped her phone open.

"Hey Puck!"

"B..." He cleared his throat. "Brittany, I need you to do something for me okay?" His voice was thick, heavy with the tears threatening to fall.

Brittany's eyes' crossed in confusion, a look that instantly had Quinn concerned.

"Puck wants us to watch the news." She reached for the remote, switching the TV on. Putting the remote down, she then switched her phone over to speaker.

"Channel 6." Pucks voice sounded small, coming through the blondes phone. Quinn didn't like this at all. Never before had she heard Puck sound so... distant.

"The scene was described as the worst accident in Lima history. As a light green pick Up truck barreled its way through the intersection of Richmond and Chester." The News Anchor reported, a serious look on her face. Her fingers fumbling with the papers on her desk.

Quinn and Brittany glanced at each other. That was the way Santana took. The only route she trusted.

"The driver was ejected through the front window when he collided with a sports edition BMW, reported to be light blue in color."

Puck's sobs were filling the silence in the room now, as the News Anchor carried on.

"The driver of the truck has yet to be identified, as for the driver of the BMW." She paused, shuffling her papers. "We now know that it is Santana Lopez. Daughter to..."

The world crashed in around them. Blood rushing fast to Quinn's ears, cut off all sounds. Not even Puck saying goodbye or Brittany breaking down beside her, could bring that girl back to Earth.

Santana.

She was gone.

Forever.

It was strange how heavy her eye's felt, as if someone was holding them closed with force. In fact it felt as if her whole body was strapped down by some un-seen force. Groaning, she painfully managed to lift her head from the ground.

"Damn, one hell of a black out." She rubbed a hand over her face, her body now starting to ease up. She cleared the blur from her eye's. "The fuck I drink?" Blinking a few more times, she jerked straight up when she realized that she was laying in a field. And not the lovely, tall grass, bathing in sunlight kind of field.

This was almost a barren waste land. Dead, contorted trees surrounded her, sitting upon wilted grass and flowers. The sky was of course making the perfect background. It was open and for some reason to Santana, it felt like, for the first time, she actually was tiny and the universe was swallowing her. She shivered, forcing herself to look away from the misty clouds above her. That's when..

She let out a low whistle.

Off in the distance, stood two gates, completely out of place. One shining bright, crafted beautifully yet held simple designs. High arches and straight bars that just emulated light. While the other stood in dark contrast, with it's twisted metal and dangerous points. A darkness running through its metal. She was having a hard time believing this. It was as if she could feel the energy pouring out of the gates. Calling to her.

"Are you just going to sit there?" A low, rumbling voice sounded from behind. To be honest, if Santana wasn't fighting off the urge to shit her pants.. She would have. Instead, she forced down her fear.

"Not to be a bitch or anything." She pushed herself up, stumbling as her legs wobbled. "But who the fuck are you and why are we in the most depressing place on Earth?"

The man stared at her, or at least she thought he was. Kind of hard to tell when they have a ridiculously pointed hood on. She didn't remember joining any cults. But then again... multiple shots with make anyone do something stupid.

"My, my." He chuckled, deeper than humanly possible. "They were right about you having a mouth.

There was something about the way he talked that rubbed Santana the wrong way. And she only liked being rubbed the right way.

"Okay, look here. I am starting to not give a fuck anymore, so can we speed this up?" "She flattened her shirt out. "So either tell me where I am or I will figure it out myself."

Once again the man chuckled, as if this was one big joke and Santana had not figured out the punch line.

"Somehow I doubt you would even believe me." He walked past her, heading towards the gates. "But since I am the one that decides where you go. You might as well listen."

"Are you crazy?" I don't even know who the fuck you are and you're expecting me to listen while we walk towards those creepy ass gates." She was starting to get annoyed now. What kind of fucking weirdo just drags her off into fields.

He let out what sounded like a rattled sigh, tilting his head towards the ground and removing his hood.

Santana gasped.

She had never seen someone so beautiful yet hauntingly scary at the same time. With his platinum blonde hair, high cheek bones and pointed chin. It was the eye's, sunken in and unblinking that caused her breath to catch. She knew now that some shit was about to go down.

"I am the Gate Master. The one in charge of Limbo." His ice cold, steel blue eye's sent a wave of panic through Santana. "And you Santana Lopez. Have been called for judgment."

"What the hell you talking about judgment?"

He gave her what could only be described as a "You fucking kidding me" look. He was sure a headache would coming along if he wasn't already dead.

"You are dead. To simply put it." His eye's bore into hers. "And it is now time to judge you. Come with me." He turned back around, once more heading to the gates.

It wasn't much of a walk, but it was long enough for Santana to gather, that this man, this creepy, yet oddly calming man, was right. And it took the breath from her, setting her soul on fire. It was taking all she had to hold back the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Do not cry. It only makes judgment harder." He spoke without even looking at her. "I know it is a shock, but it's not a bad as you think. In your case anyways." He finally turned to face her once they had reached the gates. Santana's ears perked up at that.

"What do you mean? In my case?" She dropped her bitch tone, taking on a serious one.

He seemed to be studying her. His body still as his eye's scanned her face. It wasn't the most pleasant experience she had ever had. But it wasn't uncomfortable either.

"Well..." He started out slow. "As you have probably figured out by now, these are the gates." He waved a hand at them. "The passages to Heaven or Hell. Now not everyone goes to limbo. Only those that have no place in either realms come here. So this is your in between." He studied her face once more. "You have been given a choice. You can choose to go straight to Hell right now, or you can change you fate and be allowed into Heaven."

Santana stood still at his words, her brain playing catch up slowly. She was being given a choice? But why? Why her? Surely she had lived an almost decent life. Never killed anyone or brutally beaten anyone down. She wasn't even a thief, or at least, not big enough of one to be sent straight to Hell.

"Why do I get a choice?" It was a simple question.

"Because you did not get to complete your purpose." That was a simple answer. But yet-

"My purpose? Then why the hell would you kill me?" She wanted to scream, but decided against it.

"I am not the one who killed you. Your path simply crossed with another lost soul." Santana's brow dropped. "I am only the Gate Master. My work lies here, in this pitiful field." He let out a low sigh. "I am not going to have all the answers to which you seek. I can however, give you clues, if you wish to return."

"What do you mean return? And could we sit? I'm not sure my brain can handle much more of this shit." She rubbed her face, feeling tired.

"If you insist." He nodded, gracefully sitting on the ground, his back straight and poised. Where Santana just kind of flopped down, spreading her legs open.

"Right, so.." She waved a hand at him. "How can I return?"

"As I said before, you choose. Either you can go to Hell right now or you can choose to change your fate. If fate is what you choose, then you will be sent back. To re-live your life." Santana made a noise, trapping it into her throat.

"Like my entire life? Because honestly, I would prefer not to."

He let out another low chuckle.

"Not since the day of your birth, no." His eye's flickered up to the gloomy sky. "You would be sent back to Freshman year. Since High school was where your path took the wrong direction."

Santana snorted.

"So I get what? Three and a half years?" He nodded. Well that didn't seem so bad. "Before I choose, would I still have my memories? Like of this place and what happened?" The Gate Master nodded again.

"Yes, you would have your memories. Even one's that had not happened yet. So you would not be sent back blindly."

Santana considered it for a moment. Go back and try to be the person she always wanted to be or spend eternity in Hell, probably cleaning out Satan's toilet by hand. High school, Hell as it is, was the better option.

"Alright, so let me get this straight. I would still have my memories and be back in Freshman year." She stared down at the dead grass. "Is there a list of things that I need to change or is it a major one?"

He took her in, almost pleased y her question.

"I think you might already know the answer. But as a clue. Think not of the little things, but of the big picture. The stars if you will." His eye's actually sparkled after his sentence. effectively maxing out Santana's creep-o-meter.

"Has anyone ever told you how fucking creepy your eye's are?"

He blinked, which freaked her out even further, considering that was the first time he had done so.

"Not with those words, but yes. I can put my hood back on, if that would please you?"

She thought about it.

"Naw, it's cool. "She waved a dismissive hand." Quinn's eye's kind of always freaked me out too. But anyways, one last question. If I fail, and return here, what happens?" She bit her lip nervously.

"Then, you will be judged by me." He simply stated.

Santana, having no idea how to respond, just sat there, trapped in her own thoughts. The words "Think of the stars" were on repeat, causing a low hum in her heart. The Gate Master smiled.

"I see you have made your choice. I can hear your heart." He leaned forward, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I shall see you soon Santana Lopez."

"Wait, What if lose my way, or need guidance or some shit?" She grabbed his hand, surprised to find it warm.

"Then simply call for Runic."

And he pushed her hard, through the ground and back on her way.