Disclaimer: I don't own Glee sadly but eh... I own this story so Kudos to me right? :)

Ch. 1 A Near Death Experience

For as long as I could remember I had the ability to temporarily stop time. The first time my ability manifested itself, it was by accident. It happened miraculously when I got really frustrated one day in primary school. At first, I was too engrossed in trying to fix my sloppy hand-writing skills to notice immediately that the people around me had soundly become deathly silent but once it did register that the kids in my class were no longer yelling so loudly, I looked up. Everyone was stalk still in their positions and I thought it was a game, like Simon says, so I laughed and played along. I stayed in place for what felt like forever but eventually I got tired of staying frozen and rose my hand so my teacher could see me. She didn't even bat an eye in my direction.

"Miss Libby? Miss Libby?", I called politely yet she didn't answer. I was confused. I waved my hand around wildly and when that didn't get an answer I stood up and shouted. "MISS LIBBY!", I called and like a switch everyone was back to chattering but they immediately quieted when they heard me. My teacher snapped up from her crouching position near someone's desk and gave me a stern look.

"Santana! what has gotten into you? You know there is no yelling in this classroom. You could have easily rose your hand to get my attention", she scolded and I scowled.

"I did!", I said indignantly and my friend Theodore to my left made an 'ooo' noise. Miss Libby crossed her arms before turning around to walk over to her desk.

"Santana I was right here. You did not raise your hand. You stood up and yelled at the top of your lungs, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to change your color because of your behavior", she said crossly and I let out a gasp.

"No!", I whined. "You can't! I'm always on green for being good", I complained and my teacher turned to me with a disapproving look.

"Well today you're not being very good, now take your seat", she demanded seriously and my fellow classmates snickered at my expense. My face burned in embarrassment and I took a seat.

That day was just the beginning of my problems in school. By the time I reached fourth grade, I was known as the trouble making child for always ending up in the worst positions or scenarios. My dad, fed up with my 'excuses' as to how I ended up in places I wasn't supposed to be; moved me to my abuela's house in Ohio to receive some discipline. I got more than that. I was subjected to tough love by my grandma by day and taught control over my; at the time, uncontrollable time stopping skill by night from my grandpa. He knew immediately what I was going through when I cried to him one night and he tried to explain things to me as best he could. Apparently my skill, as he called it; was an unnatural and very unexplainable ability that was passed down to every other Lopez in our family. For example: his abuelo had it but not his papi, he had it but not my papi, and now I had it so my children would not, but my kid's kid would and so on.

It was very confusing learning about it as a child but I eventually got this gist of it. He taught me everything he knew and how he handled certain things. First rule was not to use the ability for personal gain; which I didn't fully understand because I was ten when he was telling me these things. Second rule was to keep calm because strong emotions caused our ability to occur involuntarily. Third and most important rule was to keep the skill secret. He said it wouldn't do me any good to call any attention to myself. I loved my grandpa dearly so his words were law.

My abuelo explained that I could stop time for three minutes if it was forced at a split second; or in case of an emergency. I could stop time for five minutes if it was brought on involuntarily or leisurely done. Anything more than seven minutes would be accompanied with great consequences. A.K.A migraines, fainting, intense nosebleeds, etcetera etcetera...

I listened to my grandpa's teachings throughout the years. I practiced and I failed, but I never stopped trying again and again. With time and plenty of trial and error, I could pull off seven in and half minutes with just an unbearable throbbing in my skull. My grandpa was so very proud of me and I strived to be somebody to be proud of till the day he died; I was twelve. The official reports say that the young woman stated that she swerved off the road because of a piece of shrapnel pierced her tire. She caught a flat, lost control of the vehicle and was supposed to hit a sign but miraculously when she blinked she was no longer in her car. She was a couple feet away from her car that was up in flames and my abuelo laid out next to her with cuts on his arms and a bloody nose. The coronary says he died from a heart attack caused by old age and the cuts could've happened from flying glass but I knew the truth. He died because he forced the time longer than he should have for some stranger...

As years passed on, my abuela's tough love just became tough as she was stricken with grief but I still loved her. I understood it was hard for her now so I became reserved. I felt like interacting with people would make me care, and caring for people would get me killed so I stuck to myself, kept calm, and moved on in my life.

Four Years Later...

I slapped my alarm clock the second it began blaring loudly. I sat up with a disgruntled grumble before rolling out of my bed and blearily making my way to my bathroom. I turned the correct nozzles, quickly shed my clothes and entered the cold shower just as fast. I didn't flinch at the water raining down on me, I just scrubbed myself quickly with my soapy loofah, rinsed off then got out. Once out, I dried myself off, did my hair, got dressed, then headed downstairs to greet my prickly grandmother. She was up already and itching to sneer something at me.

"Hurry up cara de basura", she stated as she pressed a pop tart package to my stomach. The insult rolled off of me since I was used to them and instead of feeling like I was worthless, I rolled my eyes before squinting them. I felt a tiny tugging sensation inside my head before I realized the time had stopped.

I kissed my abuela on the cheek because I knew she couldn't throttle me for it as she was, then walked away with my pop tart. Only in these frozen moments would I dare to show my abuela any type of love or affection. I let out an even breath and listened intently as the once quiet world came back to life. It felt too loud so I popped in my ear buds then kept on my way. Today was the beginning of my sophomore year at McKinley High and hopefully everything would be a lot easier than the previous year.

Not that it was exceptionally hard last year but it was beyond annoying and tedious. My time as a freshman was spent ignoring advances from guys and girls alike. I was in no mood to make friends, I just wanted to do my work and go back to my grandma by the end of the day so I kept to myself. I maintained excellent grades for my abuela though she didn't care, and evaded teachers like Mr. Schue and Coaches like Sue Sylvester because they persistently hounded me to join their club or team. I also had to keep up my guard while walking in the halls. McKinley had the most immature brats to ever exist and I spent half my time stopping situations just at the right moments to keep myself relatively less angry. There was Noah Puckerman who would try to corner me in the morning and Dave Karofsky who walked around the halls trying to slushy anyone he deemed unpopular. He hasn't gotten to me though; every time he tries, I involuntarily stop time from sheer instinct. It's grating to see Dave Karofsky's cup aimed in my direction every other day so I always make sure to knee him in the balls and use the very same slushy he had for me to use against him; just before restarting time. I developed quite a reputation on that feat alone, so no one other than Dave(he hated my guts...) really fucked with me.

Everyone thinks I'm some speedy mysterious she-bitch from hell or whatever...

I laughed to myself at the thought as I waited at the cross walk. I kept my gaze downward and bobbed my head lightly to the light jazz playing in my ear. I looked up slightly when I noticed there was no cars anymore. I looked back down then walked along the road but the sound of a blaring horn caused my instinct to kick in. Instantly the world was at a stand still and as I looked up I was shocked to see a van so close to my face. I scowled at the panicked looking driver's frozen face and leisurely moved away.

That was fucking close...

"Damn... did I take the wrong pills again... Its like time really stopped", a voice spoke up from ahead and I snapped my head in its direction. My eyes landed on a blonde wearing McKinley's Cheerios outfit.

How is she moving?

It was impossible that she was moving. This was something my abuelo had briefly brought up. He said once I stopped time, everyone was frozen, but here was the blonde proving my abuelo's words wrong and I frowned. I stared at the blonde intently and as if feeling my eyes on her she focused on me. Her face was fixed in a blank expression but her eyes lit up when she noticed me. I stared harder, trying to figure this girl out. I was so focused on her that I didn't realize my three minute time stop was up and I ignored the screeching tires I faintly heard behind me. The blonde girl sent me a smile that made weird feelings arise in my stomach so I turned away. I put my ear buds back in my ears that had fallen out and continued on my route, trying hard to ignore the feeling of being watched.

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