I'm going through writers block with I got you so I started writing this to get my creative juices flowing :) hope you enjoy.

Few things, you have to pretend that The new directions went to New York in there sophomore year not junior year for this to work, and santana was geeky and shy but still besties with Brittany who's still exactly as she is normally. San won't be geeky for long but I will be doing a badass!britt nerd!santana fic when I'm done with this and I got you :)

Changing faces

Chapter one

Santana's POV

"Thanks for joining glee club with me San, I know you don't like going up in front of loads of people, so it really means a lot." Brittany says as we sit on the plane ride to New York. I hate planes. Why couldn't we just get the train or a coach. Enclosed spaces make me feel sick. And at least with those ones theres a chance of escape. I feel my hands shaking and I'm sweating profusely. Brittany doesn't seem to notice and continues holding onto my hand, brushing her thumb over my knuckles. I try to ignore the tingly feeling I get from her touch and look up to see her studying me with those eyes, her little oceans of beauty. I smile at her and she grins at me.

"S-s okay Br-Britt, I'd do a-anything for you. Y-you kn-know that." I state and she squeezes my hand tighter.
"And that's why you're my best friend Sanny, I don't know what I'd do with out you." She beams at me, stroking a loose piece of hair hair out of my face and behind my glasses. I try my best to conceal my blush but she's already looking away, she's looking at him, the one that makes me flinch at the word she uses to describe me. Her friend. What I'd give to call her mine. But alas, she's straight and even if she wasn't have I looked in a mirror. I'm a dork. I have horn rimmed glasses. I wear hoodies and geeky comic book t-shirts. I have a lightsaber collection, a superhero bed spread and my best friend apart from Brittany is my Mom. Oh and I have what grandparents like to call a "baby face." Which in simple terms means I'm chubby. Every cheerios dream. So to cut it short, I'm desperately in love with my best friend, the best friend who at this very moment is being flirted with by my other more guppy friend Sam Evans. I'm not the jealous type... Well not the type to act on it, so I just look away and stick my headphones in. I smile at the tune that blocks my senses, Valerie by Amy Winehouse. I would sound awesome singing this song, too bad I'm too shy to try. I close my eyes and sleep overwhelms me.

I sprint through the forest at amazing speed. The wind brushes past my streamline body, my fur is blowing back sending tingles across my skin. The full moon beams ahead, guiding me. I can feel the dirt underneath my feet, the crunch of the leaves agaimst my heated skin. I run out of the trees and into an open meadow, thats when I see her. she's far off in the distance, waiting for me, her pure white fur flowing in the breeze. And her topaz blue eyes lock with mine. She has a single black and red stripe that goes down her right side, those are my colours, I cant see myself but I know its true. I slow my pace and strut towards her. She's smaller that I am. More fragile. I brush my face past hers and take in her sweet sent. I can hear her thoughts are clear in my head, she wants me like I want her. I hear her take in my scent and I put our foreheads together, at last, she's mine.

I feel a shaking on my shoulder and attempt to swat it away. "N-no Mami, tired." I hear a giggle that my mother would never produce and my eyes fly open. I turn to find a giggling Brittany and start to blush. "Sorry what was that Sanny, whose your Mommy?" She asks jokingly and my cheeks burn brighter. She knows I won't answer her question so she stands and holds her out hand for me. "Come on we've landed, we're in New York!" She practically yells, I smile at her behaviour and unhook my seatbelt before taking her hand and letting her lead me out of the plane. We walk through security and towards baggage. The rest of the glee club were already there waiting. I retrieve my superman suitcase (cos I'm that badass) and head towards the rest of the group, Brittany in tow. We join them and are greeted kindly before setting off towards our hotel. Mr Schue decides to use the mini bus journey to tell us we will be room sharing and who we will be sharing with. I got Brittany, boo yah, I stopped listening after that because who cares who's with who, I'm rooming with my best friend, nothing could possibly ruin this trip. Or so I thought.

The hotel is... Nice, in theory. Well its better than most of the motels back in Lima and i'm in New York I can't complain. I grab my suit case and wheel it through the small hotel lobby. The rest of the new directions said to meet up again once we were unpacked so we could go exploring. I feel like running up to my room but I don't want to draw attention to myself, so I settle for a fast walk instead. Floor 6 room 9b, I had to remember that, Brittany, bless her heart, will never remember. She's not stupid, I don't care what anyone says, she just sees the world differently, I wish I could live in the magical land she does, life would be a lot less depressing. Don't get me wrong my life is awesome, rich parents, great school grades, I mean yeah I get bullied a bit for being in glee and my nerdyness but I'm not unhappy. I just feel like there's something missing, I thought that it could have been my lack of a love life, but it feels bigger than that. I shrug off the thought and head down the hallway. An overly quiet Brittany at my heels, I wonder why she's not talking. She wouldn't stop going on about this trip and now she's acting calm... It's weird. She's up to something. I use the key card and we head into the room. There's two double beds, a bathroom and a tv. The room is covered with cream wallpaper and the floor is carpeted to match the walls. I run and jump landing on my back on the bed closest to the balcony doors. Brittany giggles and runs to join me. She lands next to me with a thud and we both start chuckling.
"B?" I say looking over at the girl at my side. She turns on her side and props her head up with her arm. "Yeah?" I match her position. "What's on your mind?". "This conversation." She says immediately and I laugh. I'm one of the few people who can tell when she's joking. She smirks at me. "But really, it's well, Sam asked me out." She says, studying my face for a reaction. My face falls slightly but I quickly mask it. "R-really, c-cool." I say, I stutter anyway, so she shouldn't be able to tell how devastated I truly am. "I said no." I look up quickly to meet her eyes, confusion running through my features. "W-why?" I ask. I mean seriously, Sam was hot, and if I wasn't 100% gay I would be crushing on him so bad... What can I say, I have a thing for blondes. "I dunno, I'm just not attracted to him I guess." She says unsure of herself. "B-but you always fl-flirt, and h-he re-really likes you." I counter, what the hell am I doing. "Do you want me to go out with him?" She asks, that question confuses me, why is she looking at me like that? She looks... Disappointed. "I t-think y-you should g-give him a ch-chance." Seriously? What the fuck santana? Way to push her away. She nods, "yeah, you're right. Worst comes to worst il lose what? like 2 hours of my time." She states, but still seems strangely upset, weird. "Exactly, a-and if that's the case we will h-have to b-uy a shit t-t-ton of ice cream, to m-make up for it." She smiles at my statement, squeals then jumps up off the bed. "Awesome, but we really should get unpacked now." She walks over to my suit case and brings it over to me. "My bet is that every single pair of underwear you have brought has a superhero on it." She winks at me and I giggle and blush. "M-maybe." I mutter and she laughs again. God I love her laugh. It's definitely my favourite sound. It's almost as good as her smell... Okay that sounded stalkerish, but it's not my fault I have highly attuned senses. Having a great sense of smell isn't so fun when it's chilli day at school... What can I say, it's a blessing and a curse.

We spend the next 10 minutes unpacking our clothes. We don't have much to unpack since the trip only lasts 4 days so it doesn't take too long. Mr Schue said he wanted to be able to bring us here for longer but due to budget cuts it wasn't allowed. Oh well.

We are already out of the room and nearing the lobby when the pain hits me. It isn't the first time this has happened but it's definitely more painful than before. It feels like I'm being stabbed repeatedly in the stomach. "Argh." I groan as I bend over adding pressure to the pained area. "Santana?!" I hear Brittany yell as she rushes to my side. "Santana are you okay?" I shake my head and fall down onto all fours. The pain begins to subside slightly but when I try to stand back up it shoots through me again. "J-just g-give me a min-minute." She nods but remains at my side. Clutching her arm around my waste. I take deep breaths and the pain eventually stops. I let out one large breath and Brittany helps me to my feet. "What the hell was that?" She asks, I see fear behind her perfect eyes and I don't like it. "I d-don't know. I-it's been ha-happening for t-two days now." I tell her. It's nothing to worry about. Im probably getting the flu or something. "You should see a doctor." She says calmly, but I can tell she's being firm, that she won't take no for an answer. "I-I will... After n-nationals." She sighs but I can tell she won't argue. "Fine but I'm taking you myself to make sure you go." I grin at her and we link pinkies as we make our way to meet everyone.

New York is amazing, the bright lights, the food, the entertainment. But I can't help but miss the woodlands and fields we have back in Lima. There's so many people here and it's all so cramped together I feel like I can't breathe. Our last stop of the day is Central Park, and even though I'd love to be exploring it with Brittany at my side, fate is against me. She has taken this time to go talk to Sam about the arrangements for their date, so I'm wheeling Artie through the park and trying my best not stare at the blondes. The park makes me feel more at ease. A wide space filled with trees and nature, it's more my speed. Me and Artie remain in a comfortable silence and I steer us away from the others to get us both an ice cream. He thanks me kindly and we turn to return to the group, only to see they have disappeared. I stop in my tracks and look from left to right, nothing. "Did you see where they went?" Artie asks me looking up from in his chair, I shake my head and he looks away. The glee club know I don't talk much. I only ever really talk to Brittany, I'm shy and my stutter doesn't help me in social situations. I try and see if I can hear any obnoxious singing to pinpoint where they are but of course Rachel Berry takes this moment to be quiet. One thing I do hear though is the laugh that I love but I don't feel happy about it, more upset that I wasn't the one to make her produce it. How sad is that. I head over to the noise and realise no one even noticed we were gone, figures, well except Brittany of course. We make plans to go out for dinner with the teachers and head back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel me, Brittany, Artie and Rory hang out in the lobby for a bit. I feel calm. I always do when I'm in a smaller group. Artie's showing me the new Spider-Man comic he got while we were shopping earlier, it's one of the earliest editions and its in mint condition, is it possible to be in love with pictures, cos if so I'm going to marry that comic. He said he's been saving for months and had it reserved in-store ready for this trip. How pissed would he have been if we didn't qualify for nationals. "I bought a special case and box to pack it in for the trip home, you can never be too careful." He states. "C-can I h-hold it?" I ask him pouting. "You know I would but I don't wanna take any chances Santana, you understand right?" He returns I nod and sigh. "Sorry." I shrug and smile. "Il show you the signed lightsaber my mom got me for my 16th when we get back to make up for it." I beam at him and he laughs, "well that's that settled." Brittany pulls out of her conversation with Rory and turns to face me. "Speaking of Birthdays, we should arrange a meal for tomorrow to celebrate yours Sanny." I smile enthusiastically at her and nod, sweet 16, my mom wanted to arrange a full on party for back home but I refused to let her. I'm not nearly popular enough and hate the attention. A nice meal with the glee club would be perfect. "Lunch meal or dinner?" She asks me, I ponder it a moment before replying. "L-lunch, I p-refer early eating, a-and I don't w-want you to h-have to re-rearrange your d-date." I show no expression when I speak and she just nods with a serious face before jumping up. "Awesome, il go tell the others." And with that she walks off leaving me, Artie and Rory baffled. "What was that all about?" Rory attempts to say in a thick mumble. Artie looks over at me confused. "What did he just say?" I shrug and Rory slinks back into his chair. "But anyway, what was that all about? Brittany seemed pissed." Rory sighs and I shrug again, she's been acting really weird. Il ask her about it tonight.

I look at my watch and see that it's already 6:45pm, we are meeting up for dinner at half 7 so I decide I'd better go up and get ready. I wave goodbye to the boys and head up in the elevator. Once I reach my room I jump straight in the shower, scrubbing my dark brown locks first before cleaning the rest of my body. I step out of the shower and wrap my hair up in a towel. Before I wrap my body up I study myself in the mirror. I swear I look less chubby then I did a few days ago, my face has slimmed out a bit and so has my stomach, maybe puberty is deciding to help me out for once, it has only done that once before, and that was by giving me an awesome rack, didn't help me on the whole height thing though, looks like I'm stuck at 5ft 4 forever. I sigh and wrap a towel around my body before going out to grab some clothes. I slam into something hard and we fall to the ground with a thud. "Ow." I look down to see Brittany looking up at me, wide eyed and red faced. Shit, I'm naked. I'm naked and laying on top of my crush, I don't know whether to be embarrassed or turned on. Il go with embarrassed. I jump up quickly, grab my clothes and lock myself back in the bathroom. Well that was horrifying. I change at a slow pace and linger in the bathroom for as long as possible. When I do head out I notice that she's changed as well. She's now wearing a white duck t-shirt, black shorts with suspenders, white knee high socks, black converse and a panda hat...hot. I look down at myself and sigh, I'm sporting a black guns n roses t-shirt, black sweat pants, black vans and a grey hoodie, not so hot. I try and avoid eye contact but fail miserably when she starts giggling. I look up at her confused. "What?" I ask inspecting myself before looking back at her. She giggles for a bit longer before answering. "Did that count as going to second base?" She asks and I giggle and roll my eyes at her, I wish. She runs and links my pinkie with hers before leading me back down to the lobby.

1 hour later

We ended up deciding on going to Frankie and Bennies for dinner, it's not breadstix but pretty close. I'm sat next to Artie and Brittany, Artie's on the corner of the table and Brittany's next to Sam, he carries on trying to get her attention but she just ignores him. Defeated he turns to Quinn and joins her conversation with Finn, I smile slightly at that. I'm almost done with my main course and everyone else seems close to finishing too. I feel a familiar pain in my stomach and grip onto the table as well as my ribs. The pain seems to travel up my nerves and eventually my whole body begins to ache. I yelp out in pain slightly and pull both arms around my stomach. What the hell is happening? A few glee members, including Brittany and Artie look at me concerned and I stand up, mumbling excuses about going to the bathroom before leaving. When I enter the ladies room it's completely empty. I stand in front of a sink and splash my face with cold water, I look up into the mirror to find my irises are glowing red. I blink and shake my head, when I look up my eyes are back to normal and the pain is gone. I loosen the grip around my stomach and look down to my stinging skin. I pull up my shirt and find four deep scratch marks covering my sides, I look down at my nails, they're blunt, how did they cause that much damage. I pull down my shirt just as Brittany walks in the door. She walks over to me, anger showing on her features, great what did I do now? Before I can say anything she slaps me across the face and pulls me into a hug. To say I was confused would be the understatement of the century, what the hell just happened? I return her hug and she pulls away and looks at me seriously "I'm taking you to the doctor, tomorrow, no exceptions." I go to argue but she cuts me off. "And before you ask, that slap was for not telling me when it started happening and trying to put off getting checked. I've never been so worried about you Santana." This is serious, she used my full name. I just nod and she smiles at me. She links my pinkie with hers and speaks again. "I'm taking you back to the hotel." "B-but dessert." I pout in response and she rolls her eyes smiling. "You're sick we need to get you some rest." I sigh but comply when she leads me out of the bathroom and back towards the table. "Mr Schue, Santana's not feeling well, is it okay if I take her back to the hotel, we know the way." He ponders for a moment before nodding, "Sure you are both trustworthy, get better soon Santana." I just nod.

We go to make our way out of the restaurant but not before some 6ft 5 beefy teenage boy bumps into Brittany spilling her to go drink all down her and knocking her bag on the floor. He goes to walk away and I snap, I grab him by his shirt and slam him into the corner of a booth so his back is flat against it but he's still standing straight. He looks down at me in shock. "You're going to apologise to her right now!" I yell drawing the attention of everyone in the room. He loses his shocked expression and looks down at me with a smirk, he's trying to hide it but I still see fear in his eyes. "Or what?" He says cockily, I smirk at him and get into his face. "Or.. Il rip your fucking balls off." I say calmly. His face falls. "You and what army?" He retorts and I smile again. Before letting go and backing away. He takes that as a sign of retreat and laughs before taking a swing at me. I quickly dodge his punch and before I can make a hit Puck and Finn are pulling him away. The fear on his face makes me chuckle, "this army", I say before grabbing the wrist of a shocked Brittany and standing her in front of my attacker. "Now what do we say?" He looks at me stubbornly and shakes his head. "Wrong answer." I say before punching him in the gut. He winces and mumbles under his breath. "What was that?" I say cockily. "I said sorry!" He yells. "I don't think you mean it." I say before punching him again. "San, stop." I turn to face a sobbing Brittany and unclench my fists. She pulls me into a hug and I return it. "S-sorry." I mumble before fainting into her arms.

I wake up in a sunlit room, my visions blurred and I can't remember how I got here. I turn, grab my glasses and turn again to find a sleeping blonde sprawled out beside me. Yeah, I defiantly would have remembered that. I put my hand on her shoulder and shake her awake. "B-Britt, what happened?" I ask her, laying flat on my back and staring up and the ceiling. She yawns and sits up looking down at me. "You don't remember?" She asks. I shake my head. "I remember walking out of the bathroom with you and that it." I say and she stares at me shocked. "What? Is my morning breath really that bad?" I ask fearfully checking my breath. "San, you didn't stutter." She states and I look at her wide eyed, what the hell? "A-awesome." She laughs at me and I roll my eyes. "Don't speak so soon." I grin at her and she laughs again. "Anyway, about last night. You kind of beat up some guy cos he spilt and drink on me and then you passed out." My jaw drops, "I what?" I mumble. "You beat up a beefy ass college guy that looked like a tank on legs." I laugh at her description. "Woah." She nods at me "my thoughts exactly." I go to stand up but my head starts pounding, I rub my temples, make my way over to the closest and get out some clothes to wear. Brittany does the same and goes to shower while I get changed in the room. Once we're both ready we head down to get breakfast with the others. As we reach the stairs she leans over and kisses my cheek, "happy birthday San." She says before leading me down the stairs.

I'm having a mean girls moment. You know one of those moments when you walk into a room and you can tell everyone was literally just talking about you. I cower a bit and hide behind Brittany slightly. She glares at them and they look away, all except one. Noah Puckerman takes this moment to saunter towards me, a smug grin plastered across his face. He puts his arm around my shoulders and leans into my ear. "What you did yesterday, it was really sexy, and it made me realise that beneath this geeky exterior you're kinda hot." My face flushes and I send him a disgusted look, I pull his arm from around my shoulder and go to face Britt but she's walking away, towards Sam. I sigh at the fact that the only empty seat remaining is the one next to Puck. I gingerly take it and he sits next to me, still smirking. I swear he is a prime example of why I don't find men attractive. He continues talking to me but I just ignore him, I spend the rest of breakfast picking at my food and stealing glances at Brittany who is flirting and giggling with Sam. I try not to glare and fail miserably. Puck seems to pick up on it and places his arm around the back of my chair, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "You really shouldn't be jealous you know? I mean she's you're best friend it's not right." My breath hitches in my throat, he knows I like her. "I mean if you have a crush on Sam it's fine and all but he's Brittany's boyfriend don't be jealous." "They are not dating." I snap and he flinches. "Woah, don't worry I can help relieve that sexual frustration if you want." I huff and throw him a scowl before storming out of the room. I'm halfway down the hallway when I strong hand grabs onto my wrist and spins me around. "Where are you going?" Brittany says, her voice laced with anger. "Out." I say calmly pulling my wrist away from her. "What is wrong with you, you've been being bitchy this entire trip, it's really starting to bring me down." I roll my eyes. "Really? I've been being bitchy? Says the girl who's hardly said two words to me this entire trip. The girl who left me to sit with Noah Fuckerman so she could have eye sex with her new boyfriend." She stares at me stunned. I don't stutter when I'm pissed off... Good to know. "So that's what this is about, me and Sam... You're jealous." She states and I roll my eyes again. "Really Brittany? Don't flatter yourself. I'm so out of here." I turn and speed walk away. "Where are you going to go?" She yells. "Away from you!" And I head up in the elevator.

2 hours later.

Somehow I end up back in Central Park, I don't really remember coming here and it's only 30 minutes from the hotel so I don't know what took me so long. I stare down and pick at my nail beds. I should go back and apologise, she was right, I was being jealous and bitchy. I'm not normally like that, I've been changing a lot lately, stuttering less, being more aggressive more... Protective. God what the hell is wrong with me? I stand up from the bench I'm sitting on and my head starts pounding. I see red. "I'm so fucking stupid!" I yell out to the sky, I grab my head and the pain overwhelms me, I fall to my knees and for the second time in two days, I lose consciousness.

When I awaken, I'm surrounded by darkness, I can feel the smooth humming of an engine beneath me. A hear a voice that I don't recognise and turn towards it, my head pounding. "You're safe now, we will take care of you." I don't know why, but I believe him. I place my head back on the solid floor and close my tired eyes.

Brittany's POV

2 hours ago.

Argh that girl can be so infuriating. She's never acted this way before, and although its completely hot I don't like it. She's the reason I'm even going on a date with Sam, I didn't want to... I don't think about him that way. I don't think about any guy that way, I'm not gay though. I mean I may have a tiny crush on Santana but we're like sisters and I guess being so close with her is confusing. I couldn't help but feel jealous of her and Puck earlier though, it's really petty of me but I can't help it. She's adorable, her stutter, although annoying to some is kinda hot, but I really like her new aggressive side. Stop Brittany, that's your best friend. She's right though, I have been distant, maybe if I give her a while to calm down we can talk it over. Il spend the day with Sam, then in a few hours il meet up with her for her birthday lunch and we can talk, I need to tell her how I feel, or at least how I think I feel.

4 hours later.

I had a really awesome morning, Sam's such a great guy, I feel bad that I don't like him back. I head straight upstairs to see if Santana's in our room, she's bound to be back by now. I peek inside and find it empty. I shrug and head downstairs to find Artie and Rory sitting in the lobby. "Have you guys seen Santana?" I ask nicely. "I was actually gonna ask you the same thing Brittany, Mr Schue is getting worried, she left the hotel and no ones seen her since." I start to panic, this really isn't like her, she never just wonders off. Maybe I should try calling her. I pull out my phone and dial her number it rings twice before I hear someone pick up. "Hello? Santana, where are you? I've been so- " I'm cut off by the person on the other end. "Santana can't come to the phone, she's with her own kind now and she's safe, don't call this number again." It's a male voice, with a hint of a Spanish accent. I'm about to reply when the phone cuts off. I start crying hysterically. Artie and Rory look at me in shock. "Someone's taken her." I tell them and Rory jumps up. "They said that she's with her own kind and not to call her again." Artie comes over to me and grabs my hand. "We need to tell Mr Schue." I nod and we head off to find our teacher.

Once we find Mr Schue and explain to him what happened he quickly leaves the room and calls Santana's parents, it feels like he's on the phone with them forever. Once he returns to the room I can't read his expression. "What did they say?" I ask him, holding back from sobbing any more. "Her mom seemed really shocked when I told her that she was missing, I repeated what the person who took her said over the phone and she told me that they would deal with it, she said to not call the police and that her people will deal with it... And then she hung up." I look at him with a shocked expression... What the hell is going on? What does she mean she'll handle it. "I don't care what she says, we have to call the police!" I yell reaching for Mr Schues phone. He pulls it away from me and shakes his head. "We can't get involved in things we don't understand Brittany, we have to let Santana's family handle this." I step away from him and my tears fall again. "I am her family." I mumble before running out of the room and towards the one I should be sharing with Santana. I slump down onto my bed and feel something rough on my pillow. I lean up and examine it, it's a piece of paper, a note. It's short and plain, it's from her.

Brittany,

I'm sorry for ruining your trip to New York. You're right, I've been a bitch and I was jealous... I found the present you got for me, you need to get better hiding places, hope you don't mind me taking it, its beautiful and I couldn't help myself

I'm sorry

Love always,
Santana xox

I clutch the note to my chest and hot tears burn my cheeks, please let her come back.

Dun dun dun... Hope you guys like it :) I will update I got you in the next week just need to get flowing again, should I stick with this? I warn you that the next chapter might not have much brittana cos it's gonna be just Santana but I hope you'll stick with me. Love you guys. Xx