Notes: 'Kay, so.. I rp with the character used in this story, Katherine Quinn, on Tumblr. I'm not quite sure how, but this turned into a fanfiction and yes, Katherine is sort of a self insert. I've never actually written fanfiction before, just one shots (and 99.9 percent of those are sinning ones) so this is me attempting a fanfiction? I have no idea where this will go, but.. It hit me at about 10 am and after writing it down, a little editing, here it is. I have no idea who her pairing will be, but I know that FaBreeze are going to be her self appointed 'guardians' / 'protectors'. For those curious, I'll post her bio on my author description I guess?

Here goes nothin, y'all. If names for a pairing hit you, by all means, feel free to speak up! Again, this is my first honest to god attempt at writing anything longer than a multi shot mini series ,and it's the first thing I've written that wasn't really requested too.

ONE

I knew going into the job that I'd be working with semi celebrities and due to that, I think I conditioned myself accordingly. I told myself a thousand times that no, I wasn't going to fit in with them, I was just Katherine Quinn , hair and makeup and occasional masseuse.

All I really wanted was to get away, get out of Lubbock. Trent's death was still fresh on my mind even though I lost him 2 years prior.. I just.. Everywhere I looked, I saw him. Everything I did, I felt him. Even our little house was too painful to be in. So when my daddy got me the chance of a lifetime –largely in part to some wrestlers he used to know back when he was in developmental- I'd have been an idiot not to take it.

I thought about what lie ahead as I walked across the parking lot in the light rain to the hotel lobby. I'd literally just finished coaching myself through a mini meltdown when I felt a tap to my shoulder. I turned to find one of the guys from the roster, Tyler Breeze, standing there with some of the contents of my bag with a broken zipper in his hand.

"Thanks." I mumbled the word quietly, meeting his eyes for maybe 2 seconds at best. My heart was hammering away in my chest and I reminded myself that sure, it was excitin right now, but in a few weeks? The novelty would wear off.

I've been around pro wrestlers my whole life.. Well, kinda. My father wrestled in the old developmental territory for either WWF or WCW way back when and to escape my mother and her vicious temper and the way she lashed out at me for pretty much existing, he'd take me on the road with him a lot. So, I told myself then, I should be used to being around them. It shouldn't be a big deal to me.

'It's not the fact that they're pro wrestlers, Kat and you know it. It's the fact that 90 percent of the men are bigger than you and that kinda scares you because you dated some real assholes before you married Trent and lost him. You know what size and temper can do to you first hand.' – my lovely brain at it again, reminding me just how scary the male species could get when they chose.

I took the pile of clothing from him and thanked him again. He stood there and finally, he asked the question…. "You don't want an autograph or a selfie or something?" he flashed a mega watt smile that I'm sure would've dropped most girls panties and I shook my head quietly. "I,umm, no?" I turned away, turned back to the desk clerk, slipping him the card I'd been given by one of the show's owners to book my room when the plane landed.

I turned back around to find the man still standing there, only now, there was another guy –Fandango, I think – , standing with him.

"Do you know who we are?" Fandango asked, staring me down, giving me a slightly more creepy than cocky smirk. I trailed my fingers through messy brownish red hair and studied him and admitted, "Are you two actors or somethin? Otherwise, no."

"We're professional wrestlers. You were on a plane full of them earlier." Tyler spoke up, giving a smug look. "I don't get to watch much."

"Yet you're one of us?"

"What? Me? Noooo.. I don't have half the pain tolerance y'all do. I'm hair and makeup and I do massages. I mean I've watched a lot more of it lately and some of the stuff y'all do looks painful as hell. And me being a klutz, it wouldn't end well for me if I went tryin. I'll stick to the occasional fist fight." I answered, giving a little laugh at the end.

The two shared a look and chuckled.

"I'd watch out for the rest of the guys because they will eat you right up." Tyler remarked as Fandango nodded, giving me a smile as he added, "Especially with that cute little accent."

"I'll take that into advisement." I answered, managing a smile.

"Just think of us as your big brothers.. You'll see a lot of us anyway. Everybody knows we are clearly the best looking men on the roster. Have to keep these faces made up and our hair groomed accordingly." Tyler told me and all I could do was nod.

"We'll see you around later." Fandango added as the pair vanished into the crowd. I stood there, hand in my hair, utterly confused by what happened. I ultimately shrugged it off and grabbed my stuff, slipping my earphones in, making my way across the lobby.

I think when I got off on my floor, went into my actual hotel room, I was in shock. One room was probably bigger than the entirety of my little cabin back in Lubbock. "This is huge." I muttered to myself as I took a fruit from the basket, taking a bite.

I raised a brow when my door was knocked on and I opened it to find the same two men from the lobby standing there in swimming trunks. "No sense in sitting up here all day."

"I'll be fine."

"Just come on! It's a pool and it's not like either of us will bite." Tyler gave a confident grin as Fandango added, "You're better off coming with us. We'll just keep on until you give in anyway. This was decided while we were on the plane and we saw you. I have to admit, I'm shocked you're not a new Diva or a valet, but hey, you do your thing."

"I'd break the camera if I were in front of it." I managed a laugh, the sound was foreign to my lips.

"You're better off giving in. And you're better off going places with us at first.. Because the guys on the roster, they can be horndogs." Tyler explained, giving me a laughing smirk as he spoke, as his gaze settled on Fandango.

"Total horndogs. If you're with us, we can tell you which ones are and which ones aren't." Fandango finished, adding quickly, "Besides.. You are the one responsible for keeping us looking sexy. We can't let you just stumble around blindly to figure things out for yourself, can we?"

I couldn't help but laugh a little and shake my head. "Okay, let me grab a pair of shorts and a shirt or something."

"She's so cute, isn't she?" Tyler laughed as Fandango chuckled and added, "That she is."

I went to change and emerged a few seconds later, the two men raising a brow at my ancient Nirvana shirt that was so stretched it was literally sliding off of one shoulder, my cut offs and the fact that I was barefooted.

"You weren't kidding."

"Nope… Look, I'm real pale so there's no way in shit anyone wants to see that and be blinded. Plus, I'm a little less aesthetically pleasing than either of you." I pointed out patiently, the two men shaking their heads as Fandango ruffled my hair and Tyler said quietly, "She really has not one honest clue."

"Huh?"

"Nothing.. Not a thing…"

"What are we calling her, Fandango?"

"Well, her check in sheet said Katherine… Too formal.." Fandango smiled as Tyler and then they both smirked and said at once, "Kitten.. Or Kat."

"I like that!"

I looked up at both males, a brow raised, my teeth grazing my lower lip.. Something told me that I was not just going to be able to fade quietly into the background.. For a moment I honestly felt like a stray cat someone just went to the shelter and adopted.

I mean not in a bad way, just like… I've never really been chosen for anything?

We made our way down to the hotel's pool and the two of them dove in while I sat on the edge, dangling my feet in the water.

"Get in!"

"Come on!"

I gave a pleading look and tried to beg off, but the two men managed to scoop me off the pool's edge and into the water after warning me to hold my nose. I surfaced, teeth chattering, splashing at the two. They were splashing back and for a few minutes, I remembered what it felt like to actually just have fun…

Maybe taking this job was exactly what I needed…

Either way, I had this feeling.. It was going to be one hell of a ride for me.