Disclaimer: I don't own glee or it's characters. That would be FOX and Ryan, Brad and Ian.

Chapter 1

Santana Lopez glanced over the the clock on her nightstand. 8:15pm. She looked back over the mountain of case studies and law books spread over the bed and groaned deeply. For about the hundredth time this semester she wondered why the hell she had decided to go to law school instead of going to the police academy. If she had gone to the academy after she had graduated from William McKinley High School in Lima Ohio she would already be on the force, working to hopefully help keep New York City a little bit safer. Instead she was reading up on patent law, which had to be just about the most boring subject in the history of boring subjects, and had nothing to do with why she wanted to become a lawyer in the first place. She knew deep down the going into law enforcement, as a cop or a criminal justice attorney, probably wouldn't actually make the world a better place. But being with Brittany made Santana want to be a better person. And being in love with some one as pure hearted and innocent as Brittany Pierce made Santana want to be a voice for the good people still left in the world. Brittany, the love of Santana's life. Her reason for getting out of bed every morning. Her fiance. Hey Brittany. The same girl who wouldn't be home for at least two hours to save Santana from her school work. Santana sighed and let her mind wander to thoughts of Brittany.

Nobody was really surprised that Santana and Brittany had ended up together, engaged to be married as soon as Santana finished law school. Quinn swore up and down that she had known from the first day that they met that San and Britt were destined to be together forever. They were 8.

Santana sat at the small park that sat on the border of Lima and Lima Heights Adjacent. She didn't know then that she was from the 'wrong side of the tracks'. She just knew that the kids here were way meaner than the ones at home had been. Home. A small town just outside of San Juan, Puerto Rico. She had only been in the United States for a few weeks but she knew that she hated it. She didn't speak much english, but she could understand quite a lot. She knew that the other children made fun of her for her dark skin, dark eyes ans her small stature. She rarely spoke, but when she did they teased her about her funny accent and called her dumb when she didn't know the right words. Her cousin Marisol who brought her the park had told her to just ignore it, but Santana was not the kind of kid to just roll over and take being teased. In less than a month she had earned a reputation for having a volatile temper, having already given a boy named Noah a bloody nose and making another boy named David cry after she kicked him between the legs for teasing another girl. The other girl, Rachel she thought her name was, was small like the latina and had dark hair and skin like her. The girl was actually rather annoying, she never seemed to ever stop talking. To be honest Santana didn't like her any more than the other kids, but she didn't like seeing her get teased.

But that day at the park Santana hadn't fought anybody. In fact she hadn't even tried to play with the other kids, content to sit in the grass by herself. She was sitting near the pond when suddenly somebody slammed into her from behind, their arms and legs becoming tangled as they both sprawled to the lawn. Santana's anger flared immediately as she started to push the other body off of hers, with a string of spanish curses rattled off like machine gun fire. As she finally pushed herself to her feet and pulled herself up to her not very impressive full height, fists clenched into tight balls ready to punch the offending party, she froze as her deep chocolate eyes met with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. The fire in the little latina's eyes faded quickly and was replaced by sudden tenderness and a small smile that crept onto her lips. The tall blonde broke into a huge grin in return, the warmest most sincere smile Santana had ever seen, before she started to speak excitedly.

"Hi! I am so so so super sorry that I fell over you. I was chasing Mr Quackers and didn't see you on the grass. My name is Brittany! Wow you have the prettiest skin and hair that I have ever seen, all dark and stuff. You are like the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Do you wanna be friends?". With that the tall blonde held out her pinkie finger towards Santana. Santana looked at the girl in front of with a slightly confused look on her face. She had no idea what a Mr Quackers was, and was amazed that this girl had managed to say all of that in a single breath. And she was unsure about the pinkie being offered to her, but the girl had called her beautiful and nobody outside of Puerto Rico had said anything remotely as nice to her. She held out her hand reluctatly towards Brittany who reached forward and linked their pinkies together. "Me llamo es... um... my name is Santana." She found that she was having a hard time forming a sentence, let alone remembering to do so in english. She was also aware for the first time that her heart was pounding and it felt like her stomach was doing backflips. Brittany pulled Santana into a strong hug, and for the first time she felt that maybe, just maybe that America wasn't so bad after all.

Santana glanced back at the clock. 8:32pm. She had spent almost 15 minutes thinking about her future wife and smiled, before turning her attention back to the file laying closest to her. She was startled from her studies by her cell phone ringing, Landslide. She doubted she would ever change Britts ringtone. As she picked up the phone she noticed the time 11:40pm, Britt should have been home by now she thought as she fliped the phone open. "Hey babe, did rehersal run long? Let me guess, Berry started talking two hours ago about herself and has yet to shut up." she said with a smirk on her face. They may have been friends with Rachel now, but Santana was never going to be openly nice to the diva, even if she had helped get Brittany the choreographer job on the show they were working 's voice when she started to speak erased the smirk in a flash.

"San, it's Jesse... He... he's dead. I found him, um, dead... There was so much blood. And he wasn't breathing. And the police came and asked me lots of questions and then they put Jesse, well his body, into a black sleeping bag. Except he wasn't sleeping cuz he is dead. And then they put handcuffs on Rachel, and not in the fun way like when we play with handcuffs, and put her in a police car and drove away I think to jail or something. Can you come and pick me up? I am really scared and I am not sure I remember how to get home." Santana released the breath that she didn't even realize she was holding and said in her most reasuring voice, "Don't worry Britt-Britt. Stay where you are okay. I am on my way right now. Just stay calm. I love you." "K, San. I will be in the green room. Hurry please, I am really freaked out. I love you too."