Hey guys, I'm back! With another new story. I know I'm really bad at finishing them but hopefully this one will get an ending. Let me know what you think!

Double Identity

The glee club were gathered int he choir room for the first time that year, welcoming everyone back as well as welcoming some new faces to the team. Santana sat next to Brittany, her best friend, in the back row whilst she listened to their teacher Mr Schue explain their objective for the year. To win Nationals, there's a surprise. Santana had gotten very used to sitting in the back and letting everyone else get on with things. She was under the radar and that was the way she liked it. Her real name wasn't Santana Lopez, but she couldn't tell anyone that. The only people who knew were her parents. She was adopted when she was a baby, with only a letter and a blanket around her, by Maria and Santiago Lopez. Luckily they were both Hispanic and trying to have a baby of their own. Santana always thought that was a strange coincidence, so the people who abandoned her, her real parents, must have know what they were doing. Right? All she really knew is that this was not her world, this was not how her life was supposed to be. And she had the abilities to do anything she wanted to. The only problem was that if she revealed herself to anyone, even her friends, she would be outcast as a freak, a monster and a danger to everyone on the planet. As far as she knew she was the only one of her kind left, the only one of her race who survived, according to the letter left with her. Her home was far away through a dimension not know to humans.

'Santana.' She heard her name being called. 'San!' Brittany said louder, causing Santana to jump in her seat.

'Sorry, B, what's up?' She said.

'Glee finished, everyone is leaving.' Santana looked around the room and sure enough, everyone was moving.

'What do you want to do tonight?' Santana asked.

'I have a date with Artie, I told you that.' Brittany reminded her.

'Yeah, of course.' Santana looked over and saw Artie waiting by the door. 'Go, have fun.' She managed a smile as Brittany kissed her on the cheek and skipped out of the room. Her daydreaming had meant she didn't know what the assignment for the week was. 'Great.' She whispered, getting her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. She looked around for someone to ask and the only person left was one of the new girls. 'Hey.' Santana called as she was about to leave the room.

'Hi.' The girl said tentatively.

'You're Marley right?' Santana asked, the girl nodding confirmation. She was tall, taller than Santana, and had bright blue eyes that took Santana by surprise.

'Can I help you with something?' Marley asked.

'Yeah, what was the assignment, I completely zoned out.'

'Oh, it's songs about family, or home.' Marley informed her.

'Of course it is.' Santana shook her head.

'Are you okay?' Marley asked.

'I'm just peachy.' Santana smiled and walked past her out of the room.

-x-

Her car was currently in the shop getting repaired from a little fender bender she had a week ago, which meant Santana had the joy of walking home every day. She didn't mind it though, it gave her time to think and clear her head. She lived on the other side of Lima so she had plenty of time. Walking past the Lima Bean she heard a noise from the alley beside it. Someone was shouting. Night was almost upon her as she walked closer to the noise, the lights outside the coffee place illuminating nothing but the windows below them. Santana peered around the wall and looked down the narrow path. She could see a man shouting at someone else who was blocked buy the dumpster. Whatever they were talking about it wasn't friendly. All of a sudden the man lent into the other person and grabbed them before pulling them across the alley and slamming them into the wall. Santana now had a better view of this person, it was a woman and she looked terrified. Santana took her phone out of her pocket and quietly called the police. '911 what's your emergency?'

'I need to report a possible mugging outside the Lima Bean, i think someone's hurt.' Santana whispered.

'Okay, a squad car and an ambulance have been dispatched and will be there in approximately four minutes.'

'Thank you.' Santana said, putting her phone away. At this point the man had started to punch the woman, her consciousness fading. 'Damn it.' Santana said, dropping her bag on the floor. She turned into the alley and headed towards them. 'Hey!' She yelled. The man stopped what he was doing and turned to face her.

'Go away little girl, this is none of your business.' He growled.

'You need to leave her alone.' Santana said calmly.

'Who's going to make me?' He challenged. 'You?'

'Yeah, me.' Santana said, nerves creeping into her voice. The man grinned and dropped the woman to the floor. She was out cold.

'Come on then.' He said, walking towards her.

'Just leave, the police are on their way.' Santana warned him.

'But they're not here yet are they?' He grinned, coming closer and closer.

'I'm warning you.' Santana said, making the man laugh out loud. He was now only a few feet away and bigger than Santana had initially thought. Before she could say anything else, he swung for her. His fist connected with the left side of her face and she crashed into the wall.

'Did that hurt?' He asked sarcastically, 'I'm so sorry.' He grabbed the back of her jumper and pulled her in to face him. He was not prepared for what he saw. Santana's eyes had begun to glow, orange and red and yellow like a swirl of fire. She smiled this time and her hands began to burn. She pushed into his chest and he screamed, dropping her to the floor. 'What the?!...' He stumbled backwards and looked at her. 'What are you?' Santana didn't reply. She focused her energy and stared him down, willing all of her anger towards him. The force hit him before he knew what was happening and he was sent spinning down the alley. He landed with a thump on the concrete. Santana began to walk towards him but he was on his feet and running away from her moments later. Santana calmed herself down and the heat began to fade, her eyes returning slowly to their normal deep brown. She could hear sirens in the background but needed to check on the woman. Santana knelt beside her and looked at her face. She was bruised an unconscious but not dead as she began to stir. Santana stood up bathed in the darkness of the alley before turning, grabbing her bag, and running from the flashing blue and red lights at the end of the alley.

-x-

Santana opened the door to her room and put her things down on the bed. Her parents were out, thank goodness, as she switched the light on in the bathroom. The light was almost blinding as she studied her face in the mirror. There was a small cut under her eye and a bruise was already forming. It didn't hurt as much as she thought as she put a cold towel over it. 'Shit.' She whispered, leaning on the sink with her other hand. She had revealed herself in public. She had no choice but she was still worried about the man or the woman recognising her. What if they told the police? She doubted the man would risk jail to out her to the world but she wasn't one hundred percent certain. And the woman was so beat up Santana hoped she didn't remember anything. Only time would tell how safe she was now. Santana put the towel in the wash basket and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.