A/N: Hi guys :) So, recently this whole new idea came to mind for a Brittana fic. I am really excited about this fic and where I want to take it. I hadn't planned on uploading this yet, but I couldn't stop myself from uploading it anymore, so here it is, the first chapter. Please hit the review section, find me on twitter, or send me a PM. I'd really like to know your thoughts on this one. Just because I'm excited for it doesn't mean you guys will be, so I'd like to know what you think. Right, enough from me. Hope you enjoy the first chapter :)

I couldn't believe this was happening. This wasn't me. This wasn't what I did. It was the complete opposite of who I am. I was just doing my job. I hadn't expected this to happen. The last thing I expected when I was sweeping this house, was to find a seven week old baby abandoned in a cupboard. I hadn't expected her little green eyes to look up at me expectantly, like her life depended on me. But then it did, didn't it? Her life depended on me. Right now, sitting on the closed toilet seat, with this seven week old baby in one arm and my glock in the other hand, I realised this baby needed me. I had to make a choice. A choice about her life. She'd been abandoned by my target. Left behind in a haste to save themselves. Looking down at her little face, those little features, I had a major decision to make here.

"What am I supposed to do with you, huh?" I asked the baby. I didn't expect her to answer of course. I didn't know much about babies, but I knew newborns can't speak.

"I can't take you home, I couldn't explain you to my neighbors or my sister. I can't risk being seen leaving this building with you. I can't have you linked back to me. So that means I have to kill you. Don't I?" I said, thinking aloud.

I feel sick but I can't help it. I raise the glock and hold it to the side of the baby's head. My hand is shaking. I can't even put my finger on the trigger. I can't do this.

"I can't do that, can I? I can't kill a baby. Damn! I'm supposed to be a ruthless, heartless bitch. You're screwing me up little one."

This little bundle of joy is looking up at me expectantly. She is so cute, how anyone could leave her behind seems crazy to me. So me killing her seems even crazier.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh? DAMMIT!"

She's squirming in my arm. I've scared her.

"Shhh." I murmur. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

She seems to be settling. I'm glad for that. She's squirmed in my arm and I can see something on her onesie now. Its a name, it's been sewn in.

"Anna. Is that your name?" I ask, looking at the baby. "Hi, Anna. I'm Santana." I find myself introducing myself to this baby.

"OK, we're doing this, right? Let's get you out of here." I say, standing up and putting my glock in the waist of my pants. I've cleared the house so I know it's safe.

I walk to the top of the staircase and stop. The cupboard door is still open. The cupboard I found the baby in. There's a bag. It's just a basic grocery bag, but there's something in it that makes me stop.

Shushing the baby as I go, I walk over to the cupboard door and fish out the bag.

"Multi tasking with a baby isn't easy." I mumble to myself.

Rummaging through the bag, I realise it's baby clothes. Not many just three outifts. A yellow onesie with little pink flowers on, a pink dress and a plain white onesie with nothing but a bunny rabbit on the front. At the bottom, there are a few loose diapers.

"We'll take these with us." I explain to the baby, even though talking to her makes me feel a little crazy.

"OK, let's get out of here."

"Anna!" I called from the bottom of the staircase. "Let's go baby."

Complete silence, then she comes prancing down the stairs nowhere near ready for her first day of school.

"Baby, what are you wearing?" I ask, trying to keep the smile from my face. We're pushed for time but she looks so adorable.

"It's my frozen costume silly!" my little girl beams proudly.

"Anna, I know you love frozen, and I know it's your first day at kindergarten. But you can't wear that! Come on, let me get you dressed. We gotta leave in ten minutes." I say, stretching out my arms to pick up my five year old.

"Why can't I wear it mommy?" she asked, moving the strand of hair from my face and putting it behind my ear.

"Maybe if there's a theme day or a party or something, but today I already have your outfit picked out."

I set Anna down on the sofa, leaning over picking up her t-shirt and her denim dungarees off the table.

"I can do it." she says, taking the outfit from me, and starting to change.

"Did you brush your teeth?" I ask, as I search for her converse.

"Uh-huh." she nods pulling the tshirt over her head. "And I brushed my hair to get the knots out. But I want you to put it up in a ponytail for me." she adds, slipping into the pants of her dungarees.

"Okay, you need some help with the buttons?" I ask, making my way back over to the sofa, converse and socks in hand.

"Yes, please." she says, fiddling with the buttons herself. She would never accept help without trying it herself first.

"Are you excited for your first day?" I ask, making conversation as I finish getting her ready.

"A little. Nervous too." she admits.

"You'll be fine. You're really smart." I try to encourage her.

"I liked my old school." she pouts.

"I know baby, but that was pre kindergaten. You're too old for that school now." I explain.

"Oh."

"OK, let me look at you." I say, as Anna stands up. She looks so adorable in her dungarees and converse with her little white tshirt with a bunny face on. Her little ponytail pulled up shows off her beautiful face. Hey big green eyes, her tiny rosy cheeks.

When I'd found her five years ago, my job was simple. I was supposed to kill her, and her parents, collect my payment and move on to the next target. That was my job. Now looking at her, five years later, I knew I'd made the right decision five years ago in that bathroom. Raising her as my own was the only option and I was glad I'd taken it. It had completely changed my life.

"Mommy. It's time to go." Anna little voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Right. Let's go." I said, as Anna placed her small hand in mine.

"Do you have your backpack?" I asked as we reached the front door.

"Yep." she said, looking up at me.

"OK. Let's get you to school. Mommy has things to do today." I say, closing and locking the front door behind me before leading Anna to the car.

"Mommy, can I go?" I'm looking around all the kids and other parents standing outside the front of the school. Lots of parents look happy that their kids are going to go to school, learn and grow. But some are sad. Sad that they have to watch their little ones grow up and change.

"Huh?" I ask, looking down at Anna who is tugging on my hand.

"I wanna go." she states simply, looking towards the front door of the building.

"Just a second baby." I say, taking in all the people around me. I knew it would be busy here today, but my profession makes me suspicious of everything and everyone. I need to check out my surroundings before I'm prepared to let my little girl walk away.

"Hi."

I'd been blidesided. I hadn't seen this woman approach me. I was too busy looking everywhere else, I hadn't noticed what or who was right in front of my face.

"Hello." I said, turning my attention to the blonde woman standing in front of me.

"Mommy!" Anna said again, tugging on my hand.

"She'll be ok." the blonde said, urging me to let Anna go.

"Have a good day, baby. I'll be here at three pm. Okay? Gimme kisses." I said, bending down to be eye level with my little girl.

Anna gives me a small peck, before making the most of me letting go of her hand, and running towards a group of kids walking in the front door.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" I ask, turning my attention back to the blonde in front of me.

"Hi, I'm Miss Pierce. I'm the kindergarten teacher." she says, holding out her hand for me to shake.

"Oh, hi. I'm Santana Lopez." I say, reaching out my hand for her to shake.

The second my hand is in hers though, I feel like I've just had a static shock. I pulled my hand away sheepishly, wondering what that was all about.

"Is that your little girl?" the blonde asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, Anna. She's five." I reply, and can't keep the smile from my face while talking about her.

"She'll be okay. I'm the kindergarten teacher, so she'll be in my class today. I could keep an eye on her, but I get the feeling she won't need it. She looked like she couldn't wait to get in there and mingle." the blond chuckled.

"Yeah, she's been craving time with people her own age." I find myself explaining.

"Then she'll have fun. If she needs anything, I'll help her." the blonde says, and smiles.

She has a beautiful smile. Her whole face lights up when she smiles and makes me realise for the first time how beautiful her sparkling blue eyes are. I didn't know why I hadn't noticed it yet, but I noticed it now for sure. She was beautiful.

"Thank you. The school has my numbers if anything happens." I mumble, trying to bring my focus back to the conversation and off of her eyes.

"Great, we'll see you at three o'clock then." the blonde says, turning and making her way towards the building.

"You sure will." I mumble, but I doubt she heard me. I wasn't sure what it was about this woman but for a full minute after she had disappeared into the building, I couldn't move. I was stuck on the spot, looking at the door.

"What am I doing?" I ask myself out loud, before turning and heading back to the car. I feel like a total idiot for standing there so long.

"Okay boys and girls. We're gonna start with a little ice breaker." Brittany says, looking at the sea of kids looking up at her. She has them sat on the carpet, while she sits on the table.

"What's an ice breaker?" a little boy asks, with his hand up in the air.

"Hi, what's your name?" Brittany asked the little boy.

"Joel." he replied, his cheeks pinking a little.

"Joel, an ice breaker is just another word for getting to know each other. Does that make sense?"

The boy nodded his head and smiled in confirmation.

"Okay, can you guys sit in a circle and I want you all to take it in turns to say your name and how old you are. You think you can do that?" Brittany asked.

A chorus of yes's and nodded heads made Brittany confident this was a good idea.

"Hi, I'm Joel Nichols and I'm six."

"Hi, Alexis Meyer and I'm five."

"I'm Louis Davis and I'm five."

"Hey, I'm Matthew Doors and I'm six."

"Hi, I'm Naomi Paul and I'm six."

"Paul is a boys name!" one of the children shouts.

"Paul is also a second name." Brittany explains. "Carry on guys." Brittany added as she made a note of each childs name and age.

"I'm Colin Smith and I'm five."

"I'm Louisa May and I'm six."

"I'm Teri Hughes and I'm five."

"I'm Lisa Matthews and I'm five."

"Hi, I'm Kyle Porter and I'm six."

"Hey, Dennis Mitchell and I'm five."

"Hey, my names Anna Lopez and I'm five." Brittany smiled when she noticed this was the girl who had been eager to get inside when she'd stopped and talked to the woman. Santana Lopez. Brittany wrote Anna's name and age and then wrote a small note next to it. Something about this child and her mother had Brittany intrigued.

"Hi, I'm Peter Jackson and I'm six."

"Hey, I'm Hayley Peters and I'm five."

"I'm Morgan Jones and I'm six."

"I'm Kerry Grove and I'm five."

"Okay, now I know everyone's name I guess it's my turn. I'm Brittany Pierce and I'm ... Wait, should I tell you guys how old I am?" Brittany wondered out loud.

The chorus of yes's persuaded her so she continued.

"I'm Brittany Pierce and I'm twenty eight. And I'm your teacher." she said, smiling down at the kids.

"Hi Brittany!" most of the kids shouted.

"Shhh! You can't call me that. You guys have to call me Miss Pierce okay?" Brittany said looking down at the kids. She could tell they were confused. "I'm the teacher, so yeah. I know, it sucks. But those are the rules." she shrugged.

After a minute of silence, it seemed the kids didn't care anymore. They just seemed restless, like they were bored and wanted something fun to do.

"Would you guys like to do some painting today?" Brittany asked, trying to keep the kids happy.

Most of the kids said yes, but a few didn't seem that excited by the idea.

"Who doesn't want to paint?" She asked, trying to keep an idea of how many wanted to do it and what other activity she could come up with.

Four of the kids put their hands high in the air.

"Okay, Joel, Lisa, Alexis and Anna. What would you guys rather do?" she asked, hoping to engage them.

"I wanna read." Lisa said.

"Can I draw instead?" Joel asked.

"Yeah, I'd like to draw too." Alexis added.

When Anna didn't answer, Brittany moved closer to the girl and crouched down so she was at eye level.

"What about you Anna? What do you wanna do?" Brittany asked.

Anna seemed shy at first. Like she didn't want to speak. Brittany was about to say something again, but Anna stopped her.

"I'd like to explore." the child replied.

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked, giving her full concentration to the little girl.

"I just wanna see everything. I wanna know where things are and what things I can do." Anna replied, looking directly in to Brittany's eyes.

"Well, do you wanna come help me get all the painting and drawing supplies?" Brittany asked as she tried to come up with a compromise. She could tell the girl was independant and that she wanted to explore and get to know her surroundings better. But she couldn't just let a five year old wander around the school unaccompanied.

"That sounds okay." the child replied, standing and moving towards Brittany.

"Okay, class why don't you all go pick a seat. There are several tables set up over there." Brittany pointed to the corner where five tables were set up. Each square table had four chairs around it. There was room for twenty, but Brittany only had sixteen in her class.

The kids all got up from where they'd been sitting on the carpet and made their way over to the tables. The boys seemed to sit together while the girls did the same thing. Brittany thought about breaking them up a little so that they could mingle better, but she thought she'd leave it this way for a while and see how things worked out.

"Ok, Anna come with me." Brittany said, stretching out her hand for the child to take. Anna didn't hesitate. She slipped her much smaller hand into Brittany's and stood right next to her.

"You guys be real good. I'll be right back." Brittany said to the class as she left the room and stopped at the classroom across the hall.

Brittany knocked lightly on the door before poking her head inside. There were about two dozen teenagers sitting with their heads in textbooks.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt." Brittany said to the teacher as the students became more interested in her than their books. "Can you just keep an eye on my class for a few minutes? I'm just going to the store room."

"Yeah, sure." the teacher replied, smiling at Brittany. "Class, continue reading through this chapter until I get back. Any questions, write them down and I'll answer them when I'm back."

"Hey, hot stuff. Can I get your number?" one of the guys in the class shouted. But Brittany just brushed him off and walked out of the room, Anna still by her side.

"Hi, I'm Rachel Berry. I teach eigth grade." she said, pointing in direction of the room she'd just left.

"Brittany Pierce. I'm the new kindergarten teacher." Brittany said, reaching out her hand and shaking Rachel's.

"Go." Rachel said then, walking towards Brittany's class room. "I'll keep an eye on the kids."

"Thanks." Brittany said, as she began to walk away.

"Brittany?"

Brittany looked down at the little girl at her side.

"Sorry Miss Pierce." the child corrected.

"Yes, Anna?" Brittany asked, smiling. This child was adorable.

"I need to go to the bathroom." Anna said, her cheeks pinking a little. "Sorry." she mumbled.

"It's ok. Let's take you to the bathroom and then we can go get the supplies for the class." Brittany said, smiling down at the girl to let her know that it was okay that Anna wanted to go to the bathroom.

The two walked hand in hand down the corridor and took a left at the end, they walked down the new corridor and stopped halfway. The door on the right read toilets. One had a little girl on and the one next to it had a picture of a little boy.

"Are you okay or do you need any help?" Brittany asked, kneeling so she was at eye level with the child.

"Can you undo my buttons, please?" Anna asked, looking into Brittany's blue eyes.

"Sure." Brittany said, leaning forward and snapping open the two buttons. "Are you okay to go by yourself?" Brittany asked then.

"Uh-huh. I'll just be a minute." Anna said, as she raced towards the bathroom door.

Brittany stood in the hallway, looking at the door thinking about the child. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but already she could tell that this child was special. Something about her made Brittany wanna be close to her, to help her in any way she could. Maybe it was something to do with her mother. Brittany had enjoyed talking to the woman, Santana, and felt herself looking forward to the next time they would speak. Brittany didn't know what was happening, but she felt intrigued by the woman and her little girl. She wanted to get to know both of them better and that's just what she planned to do.