Author's Note: Hello, everyone! So I'm kind of nervous right now although I'm not new to writing fanfiction lol I've actually been writing fanfics for about 5 years for another fandom, but had taken a break so I'm a little rusty as well. I'm nervous because this is my first Brittana fanfic and my first ever on this site lol I feel like a newbie all over again ahaha And I'm writing about G!P which is another first lol Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this little story of mine :)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not own any of the persons and/or characters, except for the storyline. Businesses, places, events, music and incidents are either the product of my imagination or used them in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1 – Extraordinary

A few notes and chords are played on a grand piano before Santana stops to write the notes on the score, humming the melody. Since waking up this morning, she had been working on the new song she had heard in her dream and knew she had to quickly write it down before the sound faded away. She wasn't particularly a ballad singer but that's how she heard it. She turns back to the first pages and begins playing, closing her eyes as she gets lost in the music shutting out the sounds of New York City.

Growing up in a home where all she heard were shouts between her parents, she learned how to tune them out as she found solace in music. Whenever her parents' fights escalated, she'd run off to her grandmother's house only three houses away, hearing the scratches on the vinyl as it played. She'd sing with her grandmother and she'd teach Santana how to play the piano. When she couldn't go visit her grandmother, she'd played Frank Sinatra's My Life in her head, completely forgetting about her parents momentarily.

At age fifteen, Santana's grandmother passed away. She felt more sorrow for her grandmother than when her parents divorced. If anyone had asked her, her grandmother was ten times the parent than her mother and father would have ever been. In her grandmother's will, the collection of records and the player were to be given to Santana. Another part of the will states that when she turns eighteen, she return to the lawyer's office, alone, as it only concerns Santana. Turns out her grandmother had left her a large sum of money. There was no letter or note concerning what Santana should do with the money but knowing her grandmother, she trusts Santana do some good with that money, and she did.

Santana left home the minute she graduated high school and moved out to New York to attend Juilliard. She first tried her luck in auditioning, playing a piece she herself composed after her grandmother's death. She's been tweaking the song to perfection since then and what better way to have someone else listen to it first than the judges themselves. A few days later, she received a letter of acceptance. Even with a full scholarship, she still donated to the school for making her a better artist than she first arrived.

Now as a graduate from Juilliard, her music has changed but it hasn't lost its personality. Over the years, she dabbled in different kinds of genre, some had sounds of jazz, and some had the beat of R&B and the feel of Soul. Sometimes she'd randomly make pop dance tunes, which what her music lately has been sounding like. She didn't mind and her label company certainly didn't mind either as long as they remained true to who Santana Lopez was.

Even though her music hasn't become main stream yet, her fan base has been growing and pushing for her songs to be played more often on national radio rather than just the tri-state area. She adored her fans. She was amazed at the fact that so many people out there listened to her music of her soul and stuck by her no matter how much it changed. She goes through a journey and they all go with her.

Santana was just beginning the second verse of her new song when she hears the intercom crackle.

"Sorry to interrupt your session, but I have some awesome news for you."

The tone of excitement in Mercedes' voice was enough to make Santana open her eyes and look across the recording studio and through the clear glass, her friend and manager beaming wide at her.

"Can't tell me now? I'm kind of in the middle of writing this–"

Mercedes holds up a bottle of champagne, shaking it in the air. Santana's eyebrows both arch, now intrigue by this news. It's become some kind of tradition between them since meeting each other in Juilliard. Whenever they received great news, they celebrated by putting money together and buy a bottle. Now knowing it must be some big news, Santana jumps from the bench and runs to the door to let herself in the other side of the recording studio.

"What is it?" Santana asks.

"Do you remember how I told you Jay-Z saw one of your shows a few months back? Well, guess what? I just got off the phone with him personally. He's having a New Years' Eve party at Capitale and he's asking for you to open!"

Santana stared wide-eyed. "You're shitting me, right?"

"I shit you not!"

"Oh, my God!"

"I know!"

Without warning, Santana lets out a shrill scream with Mercedes joining her, now both of them jumping up and down.

"Oh, my God, this is it! This could be my lucky break!" Santana finally says as she and Mercedes finally have come down from their excitement.

"Yes, girl! And as an added bonus, you definitely have some pretty amazing fans. They got your song Extraordinary playing on national airwaves as of nine this morning and have been blowing up the charts! Your music video gained thirty-five million more views in ten hours!"

Santana put a hand over mouth, her eyes burning with fresh tears. It was all too much news in one day. "I… I…"

Mercedes quickly opens the champagne and fills one glass and hands one to Santana, and fills one for herself before Santana really starts crying. There were only two times she had seen Santana cry since knowing her. The first time was when someone had broken into Santana's apartment and robbed her of some of the records her grandmother had left her, among other things but those records for priceless to Santana. The second time was when Santana hit writer's block two weeks later from the frustrations of having her lose her most prized possessions. She didn't finish one of her assignments and received a failing grade, her first ever. During those two instances, Mercedes had never seen anyone cry so hard and so loud. It took a while to get Santana back to normal all thanks to the number of times Mercedes took Santana out to one of her favorite restaurants.

"Hey, no tears. This is really good." Mercedes tries to give Santana some comfort. "I'm so happy and proud of you. You know who else would have been proud?"

"Who?"

"Your grandmother, silly."

It's then that a tear finally falls from her eyes making Mercedes panic, but with frantic waves of her hands and a smile, Santana assures Mercedes she's fine. She wipes away the fallen tears and composes herself. Holding her glass higher, she looks at her friend.

"You're right. My grandmother would have been proud."

"Cheers, baby girl."

Both girls throw back the expensive sparkling wine, Santana humming in approval. Mercedes refills their glass.

"So, besides for the stage outfits, I guess we should start looking for my evening wear. We have like, what, two weeks to prepare for this thing." Santana says.

"You're not the only one going to this party, too." Mercedes throws her a look.

Santana lips curl to one side in a smirk. "Are you bringing Sam as your date?"

"I don't know," Mercedes takes a seat in one of the black leather couches that faced the inside of the recording booth. "We're sort of in a funk right now."

"Your boy needsta understand your choices. If he doesn't like that you don't put out, then kick him to the fucking curb. And if you don't, then I'll do it, free of charge."

Mercedes laughs. "That's easy for you to say, Santana. You're single."

"Damn straight."

"You're not straight either."

Santana nonchalantly nods, taking another sip. "Thank you, Mr. Obvious."

Mercedes pulls her legs together and turns to her friend. "Seriously though, you think you'll find her?"

Santana shrugs. "Who knows? If I'm meant to be with someone, it'll happen. She'll find me, or I'll find her or some shit. But as of right now, I don't mind flying solo."

"Yeah, just enjoying pit stops, that is." Mercedes jokes.

"Hey, I gotsta get my mack on somehow."

"You do that, baby girl."

Santana grins, feeling more excited every second it gets closer to the last day of the year.

It's New Year's Eve and another year gone, Brittany thought to herself as she looks back at the work she's had the past year, and the years before that. With small roles in television shows and films, Brittany was beginning to make a name for herself and people were noticing. And those people had the power in Hollywood to make her into a household name. She never thought she'd leave her hometown where the theater club and dance company helped mold her talents. She was ambitious in following her dreams and she can feel just how close she is.

Earlier that week, her agent had called her in for an emergency meeting. When she arrived at the office, she wasn't expecting to be offered a starring role nonetheless to find the very famous Michael Bay personally himself offering her the role. Michael was looking for an actress to play the lead female role in his upcoming movie that wasn't particularly well-known, but could hold their ground and was capable of the demanding action scenes in them. He admitted that he had seen Brittany in her latest role where she played a highly trained assassin, but her character was later killed by the heroin, after the producer of the film (a personal friend of his) recommended and showed him some of the footage of Brittany's fight scenes. Michael was thoroughly impressed that Brittany only had three weeks of training with the precision and elegance but still held tremendous strength during her fight scenes. It's then where Brittany tells Michael that she had years of dance training when she was younger, which helped her a lot.

A few hours later of discussing the terms and disclosing personal information between Michael and his team, representatives from the studio, and with the assistance of Brittany's own people, she signed the contract with no hesitation. Filming would start in three months after she completes her training. While the other actors and actresses of the film have already began their training and was cast earlier, Brittany would have to double her work in short notice which is why Michael and the studio agreed to offer her a higher salary plus a percentage from the revenues, meaning big money for Brittany. She never really cared for money but that kind of money could set her up for many years and she could finally give her parents the vacation they had always dreamed about.

Apparently, signing a huge deal with Michael Bay had its perks because now she was on her way to some New Year's party in New York, flying in a private plane. The leather upholstery, the oak counters and tables, the very expensive champagne a gorgeous flight attendant was serving her was a different experience from flying coach all these years. There was a lot more space, the seats were more comfortable, and the food was impeccable.

"Thank you," Brittany says, taking the champagne flute from the flight attendant.

"Let's make a toast," Brittany turns back to her agent, Kurt Hummel, who held a glass of champagne as well. "To your amazing talents."

"No," she smiles at him. "To us. I wouldn't be where I am, I wouldn't be on this flight, if you didn't believe in me, Kurt. Thank you, for always being there."

"Oh, stop it. You're going to make cry. We've been through a lot and I'm glad that you're one of the very few real friends I have in this God forsaken industry. It's tough, but you've made it big, Brittany!" Kurt says, shaking Brittany's arm.

"Not yet," Brittany corrects him, laughing. "We're not there yet."

Kurt waves a hand. "Oh whatever. You and I both know this is the film that will put you out there."

Brittany took this into consideration, contemplating it for a few moments before she nods her head showing her excitement. "Yeah, you're right!"

They bring their glasses together and with a clink, they down the champagne basking in its delicious taste. It isn't long before Kurt takes the champagne bottle from the ice and refills their glasses.

"So, this party, do I have to remind you to keep it in your pants this time?" Kurt says.

"This time?" Brittany chuckles. "You make it sound like all I do is sleep around."

"If I may recall, the last time we were at a party this big, you manage to bed a supermodel and began an affair for half a year before you called it quits." Kurt reminded Brittany, only making the blonde grimace at the memory. "I know you hated the attention."

"Yeah, that's because I didn't know she was married. And I didn't know she was going to pine over me afterwards like that. I was having fun, clearly she thought otherwise. It wasn't my fault." Brittany defended.

"That's why you should keep your wang in your pants."

Brittany chuckles as she takes a sip from her glass, "Can't make any promises."

Born with male genitalia, the doctors first thought Brittany was a male, but there were abnormalities with her stats. After further testing, they confirmed that she was in fact female with male genitalia. The doctors told her parents that as she grows, it's best to slowly tell Brittany about her body, tell her that she's different than the boys and girls in her class, so when she goes through puberty, it wouldn't come as a huge shock to her. She developed breasts just like any of her female friends. She became aroused and had erections just like any of her male friends. But along the way, she became aware of something else her parents didn't prepare her for: Brittany rather preferred the company of females. Being part of her schools' dance clubs only help proved that when she began developing feelings for one of her fellow dancers and friends, Quinn Fabray, and began dating. It was a trip to Paris with her school's dance company her senior year when they both lost their virginity to each other. After that, sexual encounters with females became a norm to her.

"You brought compression shorts right?" Kurt chimes, interrupting her thoughts.

"Of course."

"Condoms?"

Brittany sighs, turning to look pointedly at Kurt.

"What? I'm just making sure you're practicing safe sex." Kurt shrugs.

"It's New York City. There are convenient stores in every block."

"Well, just make sure you grab a box for yourself before we check in."

"Uh huh, you can say the same for yourself." Brittany smirks when Kurt momentarily chokes on his champagne.

Clearly, she wasn't the only one looking forward to spicing up the next couple of days.