You guys wanted Santitany, so I give you Santitany. This is AU, just a warning. It's rated T, but I don't know if I'll change it later on. Also, since this is the first chapter, message me what you want to see in this story, and I'll do my best to give it to you. Thanks for reading, and before I forget I don't own the characters. :).

Santana hated work. She had loved it when she started three years ago, but now it just stressed her out. Being a lawyer wasn't all it was cracked up to be. That's why she needed this vacation. She needed to get away from everything for a while. That's if her douche bag boss would allow her to go.

"Santana, we need you here. You're our best lawyer and we need to win that big case coming up." Her boss said, pleading with his eyes.

"Mr. Young, as much as I want to, I haven't had a vacation in three years. It's time to have one." She said again. They had been talking about this for three weeks when she first asked. It was the perfect time in the year to go where she wanted. Her uncle owned this beach house in Texas, it was gorgeous and she was allowed to go whenever she pleased. She just needed her boss' permission.

"How long are we talking about?" He said finally giving up.

"Two weeks. Thank you so much Mr. Young." She said shaking his hand. She would buy her tickets tonight so she could leave on Saturday. As she walked out her boss' office, she couldn't help but beam from excitement.

"Finally" she mumbled to herself, already imagining herself sunbathing and not having a worry in the world.

"I understand it's your first day, but you can't tell little kids that they suck at dancing and need to do something else. I mean, they're like five Jarred." Brittany said sighing and putting her face in her hands. This was the third time month she had an incident with one of her teachers. They didn't understand that dancing wasn't all about technicality, but about expressing one's feelings and having fun. They needed to know that if they were going to work for her.

"Well, he kept getting of beat." Jarred said still not seeing that we wasn't going to win the argument.

"Did you get into dancing to be best technically, or to have fun?" she asked frustrated. She needed a vacation. Maybe her sister would look over the studio for a while, so she could relax.

"Well, to have fun at first. But I am a teacher, I'm supposed to be teaching the technical stuff, not that it's okay to be a crappy dancer as long as you have fun. I won't teach bad dancers." He said. Brittany just looked at him, trying not to lose her temper. 'Prude' she thought. She contemplated how to let him off easy, but realized she didn't care about letting him off easy.

"You know what. You don't teach kids in general. At least not for me you won't. You're fired Jarred, now leave." She said, and before he could plead for the job back she stood up and left him in the office. Once she walked outside, she pulled out her phone to call her sister.

"Hey Ash." She said into the phone.

"Hey Britt, what's up?"

"What are you doing for the next two weeks?" she asked hoping that her sister would do this for her.

"Um, I'm doing the normal, watching the kids. Why?"

"I need a vacation so badly. Do you think you could look over the studio while I'm gone?" she asked, sounding more desperate than she wanted to.

"Of course sis, where you gonna go?" she said and Brittany could hear her kids yelling in the background. She smiled to herself. One day, she wanted a family like Ashley's.

"You know how Quinn owns all that property in Texas. Well, she owns some on a beach and I was gonna see if I could take her up on the offer to stay at one of the houses for a couple weeks so I could get away from it all and actually relax."

"Sounds good to me; when are you leaving?" her sister asked. Brittany was so thankful for having such a nice sister. She told her the rest of the details, and walked back into the studio. Saturday was too far away, she wanted to leave now. But she couldn't; she needed to call Quinn and she needed to buy a tickets. She walked by a room full of about fifteen kids dancing to a Brittney Spears song, and smiled to herself. She had lost that happiness she used to get when dancing. That's what the vacation was for. She was going to find herself again.

It was finally Saturday. Friday seemed to have gone on forever for Santana. Not only did her boss give her tons of information to go over for the big case, but she also had to buy her tickets, and call her uncle to make sure the beach house was hers for the two weeks. She needed this vacation like she needed oxygen to breathe.

As she walked to her gate in the airport she smiled. She was gonna miss her friends, but she needed the alone time. She needed an escape from everything, and everyone. That's why she told everyone that where she was going, she wouldn't have any internet access, or phone service. So they wouldn't even try to contact her. The only person who knew he could call her was Noah. He was the only person she could confide in as of late. They had known each other since high school, and he was there for her when her family dropped her once she came out to them. Noah was always there when she needed him, and she would always be thankful.

Even though she had him, she missed her mom. When she told them she was gay, her self-righteous mom stopped all contact. Her dad didn't, since they were divorced and so she got her dad's family to keep talking to her. But her dad was in and out of prison, so they didn't talk much. Her family sucked. And sometimes, she wished she could pretend like she never told them. First class was called to get on the plane. The best part about being a lawyer was the fact that she could ride first class and not in economy seating. She could ride with the rest of the big leagues.

Brittany jumped up in down in her seat. She was excited for this vacation. She hadn't been this excited in a while. That's probably why her sister took over for her. Brittany had been in a slump. She hadn't been her smiley, laughing self. But she didn't know why. She accomplished everything she had ever wanted. She lived in New York, she had gone to Julliard, and she owned and taught at her own dance studio. Yet, she still wasn't happy. Her sister had told her she needed to find that one person she could accomplish more dreams with, and then she'd be happy. Maybe, but Brittany didn't think she'd find Miss Perfect anytime soon.

Brittany had never been smart. And people caught onto that fast. Since high school, people treated her different, they treated her like a little kid and made fun of her a lot. She'd been protected by Quinn a lot, but people still talked. On top of that, Brittany was very sensitive. She fed off of others emotions, and even the smallest comment would send her into tears. She couldn't find a girl that would understand her. Because even though she was simple minded, the simplicity sometimes confused people. She needed a girl who could understand her, and not make fun of her, someone who could protect and help her. But that was asking too much. Or so her sister said.

"Nobody's perfect Brittany." Ashley said rubbing her sisters back.

"I know. Hannah Montana made a song about it. Do you think I'll find someone close?" she asked quietly.

"As close to perfect as possible, because you deserve the best."

Brittany wouldn't settle for just anyone after that conversation. She was looking for the person as close to perfect as possible. She just wondered if that person even existed, or if she would ever meet her. As she got on the plane, she let her mind rest. She loved plane rides, they were calming. She got to her seat and realized she got the window seat and smiled bigger. The window seat was her favorite.