Untitled Glee fic

Chapter 1 – Ain't No Mountain High Enough...

Disclaimer: I am not associated with FOX or Ryan Murphy and don't own any of these fantastic characters.

A/N – OK, so this fic is going to be very AU. I don't usually write AU but was inspired to write this after reading a few thought-provoking fics that gave me this idea. You may recognise some very rough plot details (e.g. the bodyguard storyline) but the story all comes from my own head. I hope that you enjoy!
Oh, and also, this is a sort of prequel to another story set in this 'universe' that I'm planning; this sort of sets things up, then I'm thinking of bringing in Quinn for some Faberry in the next instalment... but let's not get ahead of ourselves yet LOL, I haven't even finished this one yet ;D This story will be mainly Brittana, with a Pezberry friendship.

Santana Isabella Lopez grimaced as she attempted to wash the rest of the dried food out of her hair, her endeavours harvesting few results. Crouching for seven hours in a dumpster had been bad enough, but to find that it had all just been for a training procedure set up by Sue frickin' Sylvester had almost caused the fiery Latina to flip; she wasn't sure if she's be able to contain herself next time she saw her she-devil of a boss. Which, she knew, would be in just a few minutes; she'd been called in to the office straight after her stint in the giant trashcan and was currently desperately trying to clean up her appearance in the office's ladies' room.

Being a professional bodyguard had its perks; in fact, she loved her job, especially as it meant that she got to kick ass, stay in some of the best houses and hotels she'd ever seen and get paid in figures that most people would happily give their right (or left, whichever they preferred) leg to receive. It paid being one of the best bodyguards money could buy – quite literally.

However, the 'training procedures' that Sue was staging were becoming more and more bizarre; as their line of work demanded, bodyguards had to have the ability to adjust and react appropriately to any situation, which led to Sue surprising the guards in her force regularly (when they were not engaged in guarding a client, of course) with seemingly random 'training procedures' that were supposed to 'test them to their limits'. In Santana's opinion, getting cramp by crouching in a dumpster while on the lookout for an imaginary stalker did not qualify as testing her to her limits, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her week-off had just come to an end, and she should have seen something like this coming. Finally wrenching the final bit of banana peel out of her hair, she applied fresh make-up and gave her dishevelled-looking reflection her signature glare. The reflection glared back.

Santana sighed. Well, at least she was presentable, even if she did smell like something that the cat dragged in at the eleventh hour. She had at least got the chance to change her clothes; she straightened her black jacket and regarded herself once more, giving her hair the once-over for any more elusive pieces of food, then picked up her bag and left the bathroom.

"Woah... what happened to you!" grinned Puck, who to Santana's dismay had been passing the bathroom just as she exited. She regarded him with a no-nonsense scowl.

"Shut it, hawk-head," she snapped. "Sue needs to see me."

Puck's grin grew even wider.

"Ooh... been being a naughty little bodyguard have we San?" His voice took on a tone that was actually a fairly accurate impression of Sue's; "What was that I told you about not sleeping with the people you're supposed to be guarding, sandbags!"

Santana just rolled her eyes at her colleague, leaving him behind when she passed through the double-doors that fronted the reception area of Sue's office. Sue's secretary Anna looked up, gave Santana a small smile and nodded ahead for her to go in. Santana gave a half-sigh, and reluctantly knocked once on the door that bore a polished plaque reading Sue Sylvester, CEO of Guards4U Limited.

"Come in," came Sue's voice over the intercom, and Santana pushed the door open and entered.

"Ah, why if it isn't Jugs the Clown," drawled Sue, acknowledging Santana's entrance without looking up from her paperwork. "Did you enjoy your escapade to the land of eggshells and rotten fish?"

Santana just gritted her teeth and sat down in the chair in front of Sue's desk. "You wanted to see me?" she managed.

Sue glanced up at her, then lowered her eyes back to the report she had been reading. "Mm." She sniffed the air. "You smell like my cousin Janet's dog."

Once again, Santana (wondering why this woman seemed to have it in for her particularly) bit her tongue and stayed silent.

Sue finished reading her report and looked up, as if daring the Latina to speak. When she didn't, Sue broke eye contact and reached inside her desk drawer, producing a red file from within. She threw the file across the desk, and Santana caught it with expert reflexes.

"You've been requested," Sue told her. "It's a pretty big job, I'm told."

Santana opened the file and found the smiling, mildly-annoying face of Broadway and film superstar Rachel Berry staring back at her. Scanning her eyes down the file, she subconsciously took in the basic details of what the file contained; job location, why a bodyguard was required, pay...

Santana's brow creased as her keen eye picked out a rather major detail. "It's, err, it's a permanent thing?"

Sue nodded. "I know that you've never done something like that, but just look at all those numbers! The pay is excellent. I'm almost jealous. Well, no, I'm not, I earn that much in a single day, but..."

Santana wasn't particularly listening. Mainly, her jobs so far had consisted of guarding an artist while they were on tour, or a film star while they were filming a movie, and then she'd moved on. Sure, she'd stayed with them for a while, but this was different. She would actually be living under Berry's roof on a permanent basis. Not that that would pose much of a problem for her – just how could she refuse that pay! – but it had still thrown her.

Santana came out of her reverie to find Sue regarding her interestedly.

"So? What do you think? Actually, don't answer that, you're doing it whether you like it or not. But, for the record, your thoughts?"

Santana pondered over the file for a few moments longer before meeting Sue's eyes.

"Why was I requested specially?" she asked, with a slightly suspicious glint in her eye.

Sue put her hands up. "Search me – but, oh, yeah, it may be the fact that you're one of the best bodyguards on the continent – which, may I add, is all down to my excellent training scheme."

Santana was caught in mid eye-roll by Sue, and decided that it was best she make her exit now.

"Your flight is booked for Thursday," called Sue after her. "And make sure you get me an autograph; I hate the woman, but it could make a fortune on eBay."

Down the corridor, Santana smirked slightly as Sue's loud voice trailed after her. Well, this would certainly be an interesting experience...

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