AN: So, this is my first time writing a story. I've been reading so many fanfics and I've always had some ideas in my head but been kinda nervous to put it into words. Now that I've finally had the chance to sit down and write, I'm quite enjoying the flow of ideas. I'm still in the writing stages but I want to see if people are interested in this story or if people are still interested in reading Brittana fanfic since I've noticed the amount of posts have been dying down. Yes, I'm aware that I'm a little late jumping onto this train. Anyways, reviews and comments are appreciated, but this is my first time, so please be kind. Thanks! :)

"Help! Somebody! Help me!," she runs downs a short alley way to get as close to the end as fast as she can in the 3 inch pumps and a tight mini skirt she's wearing. Her dark hair floating behind her as she turns her head to look back behind her to the larger man with long scar next to his right eye and a mohawk chasing after her. She turns back around but her hair covers her eyes and she steps into a little dip in the cement and comes crashing down. Knees, elbows, and the palms of her hands are feeling a burn, but none of that hurts more than her right ankle; the one that stepped into that damn dip.

"CUT!" the director shouts. He's a tall, slim man with short brown hair. Wrinkles next to his mouth as he presses his lips together and furrows his brows. With a sigh he calls out, "first aid to the set. Bring an ice pack. Everyone else, take 5 …. Or 10… actually, let's just call it a day and shoot another scene tomorrow since I don't think Santana will be able to run for a few days." He grabs his clip board and walks away as the first aid attendants arrive.

Santana is now sitting with one knee bent up and looking at her scraped palms, "fuck," she breathes out.

Noah, the guy chasing her by her side with his hands on both her shoulders. First aid comes and Noah says, "ankle first, put some ice on it before it swells up too much." So that's exactly what one attendant does. The other one is tearing open an alcohol wipe and slowly holds it to Santana's palm then looking at her as permission to clean her wounds. Santana gives him her hand and squints her eyes in anticipation of the sting and sure enough, it stung. Santana winces a little and breathes in slightly. One wound cleaned, 5 more to go.

After Santana is all cleaned up and her ankle is all wrapped and she has been told that it's just a minor sprain but to stay off of it for a few days, Noah offers to give her a ride home and she accepts since she really didn't feel like taking the bus in her condition.

As soon as she gets home and Noah helps her into her apartment she asks him, "do you think I'm fired? There goes my big break as the damsel in distress. I know it was only a 5 minute shot, but it was the most I've ever had."

Noah chuckles, "don't worry about it. I'm sure you won't be fired. Terri wont fire you, you're too hot." Santana raises an eyebrow at him. "I mean, you're too good of a damsel. Anyways, take care of yourself, I think you'll be hearing from Terri pretty soon." He says as he opens her door. "Are you okay to get up and lock the door?"

Santana hobbles over towards the door, "I guess I don't have a choice. I won't be able to fight off any robbers… or even run away for that matter. So, I guess locking the door is my best bet. Thanks, Noah. Hope to see you on set again soon."

"Just call me Puck, all my friends do." And with that he waves and gets into his car and drives away.

"Goddamnit," Santana says and she hobbles back onto her couch. She tries to rotate her ankle but its way too swollen and painful to even move. So she decides to just lie down and try to rest. She closes her eyes but her mind won't stop running. She can't stop thinking about what a klutz she is. 'There goes my acting career', she thinks to herself. Not being able to sleep, she sits up and turns on the TV. She flips through the channels quickly not really paying attention since she's only doing this to keep her mind from spinning too much. She flips past a scene and a flash of blonde hair whipping through the air catches her eye and she flips the channel back. It's a fight scene between a girl with long blonde hair and taller Asian guy.

'Damn that girl has some nice kicks and some ass kicking moves. Holy hell she's wearing heels too. I wish I could move like that in heels and not fucking fall flat on my face.' Santana thinks to herself. She keeps her eyes glued to the TV watching the girl kick and flip. She's so tough, but yet.. so graceful. The Asian guy, who she's assuming is the bad guy is pretty damn athletic too. His muscles are ripped and he can move just as fast and smooth as the girl… but yet, Santana can't seem to take her eyes off the blonde with the banging body. When the fight is over and the Asian guy is knocked out against metal staircase the blonde looks down at him, but something looks strange to Santana. Yes, this girl is blonde, slim with a pretty decent body but she doesn't seem as fit and her legs don't seem as long as the person who was just fighting. 'Body double.' Santana shrugs and continues to flip through the channels until she gets bored and just shuts the TV off and hobbles to her bedroom to try to get some sleep.

That night, she had a dream of herself play fighting in high heels with a blonde girl whose face she was never able to see.