AN: I didn't create Glee, just watched and enjoyed it for the most part. This is my first time so don't be too rough.

Chapter 1

Finn paced back and forth in the dining hall as the team all watched. Every now and then he would stop to look at them all, try to say something, but would only ajar his mouth like a fish, then close it and continue marching. The team just sat quietly as he continued his mini panic attack with the only noise coming from his feet and a couple of sniffs from Kurt whom was catching a cold. Finally, after the most awkward and silent panic attack the team had ever seen, Finn turned, placed his hands on his hips and nodded.

"I don't know," Finn smiled, "I don't know."

"Well thanks for the insight," Santana mocked as she turned in her chair to face the table that seated the rest of the crew, "you've been great help."

"Come on, Santana," Brittany, whom was sitting next to Santana, said as she turned to the table also, "it's not easy making plans, especially when you're that size."

Brittany whispered the last part, but it was loud enough for the whole room to hear.

"What does that even-" Finn voiced in back of them.

"I agree with Satan on this," Mercedes chimed in, " we need a strategy plan for when we hit Mars. Finn was suppose to have that wrapped up two months ago."

"Exactly, Wheezy," Santana smiled toward Mercedes whom was sitting right across the table from her, "Our 'Commander' should have had something up his sleeves before we only have a week to land."

"Five days actually," Artie commented weakly with a slight nervous smile on his face from the head of the table, " It's actually five days, we're arriving a little early."

The table was quiet for a moment as the team processed this, all but one had a look of concern on their face. This one was not Kurt, since right before he blew his nose with a tissue, he muttered:

"Oh God, we're doomed."

This started a stir at the table, comments popped off about being fearful of landing on Mars without a plan; as anyone would. The mission was clear, investigate the life that was found by a drone last year, maybe even bring a sample back. The plan to do this, which Finn should have already made, was not so clear.

"What if the life there isn't just a plant or something," Mercedes leaned in and whispered, "you guys, what is there's, like, aliens on Mars?"

"Oh my God, I never thought of that," Kurt said through a stuffy nose, "what if they attack us?"

"You guys-" a voice said in the background. It may have been Finn, but no one noticed.

"If I have to, I'm not afraid to go all Lima Heights on a Martian," Santana said nonchalantly.

"I heard that Martians are actually really friendly and are all blue and live in tiny houses and get bothered by an really ugly wizard."

"Come on you guys-" the voice tried again.

"Isn't that the Smurfs?" Artie asked as Brittany shrugged her shoulders innocently.

"You guys!" A sharp voice angrily snapped from the other end of the table. The voice cut through the chaos and made everyone look over towards it.

It was just Rachel, a spaceflight participant who had too much to say about anything and everything. Today she was quiet, but it seems as though that was just an act as she was listening in on everyone's conversations and now commenting on them. Of course she just had to put in her own opinion, "Let Finn speak. I understand that maybe he should have had a plan a long time ago, but he's still our commander so we have to give him some kind of credit, right?"

"First of all he's our commander, not yours," Mercedes checked, "second, give him credit for what? Doing nothing?"

"Well, does anybody, other than Finn, have a plan?"

No one at the table spoke up, they all sat awkwardly and Santana rolled her eyes.

"No one even asked you," Santana scoffed.

Rachel just laughed and shrugged her shoulders as if Santana had made a pun about the weather other than being rude to her.

"Thanks, babe," Finn said, making everyone turn to him and gag at the pet name he had gave to Rachel, "i don't want to let you guys down, so by the end of the day I'll have the best plan-thing you guys will seen. Ever heard. Ever…do. One that will help us succeed on the mission, and wont get us all killed. You can count on me, you guys. You can count on me!"

Finn gave the team a sappy grin and seemed to be bouncing up and down anxiously. As he marched away out of the food hall with determination and hope painted across his features, the story almost followed him out.

"Well," Mercedes sighed, "we're screwed."

"You all should have more faith in him, you know," Rachel said with a huge knowing smile, "he might just end up surprising you."

"Once again, Hobbit," Santana scoffed, "no one asked you."

Rachel laughed once more, making Santana's stomach turn in frustration. Though Santana only met the girl a few months ago, she couldn't stand her. She couldn't figure out what exactly made her blood boil when she was around. Was it Rachel's squeaky, nasally voice that always had to pipe into conversations? Was it that big ass beak that she continuously calls a nose? Or was it that she voiced her opinions like she was a fucking Godsend? There were too many reasons, but Santana never understood. She didn't want to hate her, but she bothers the hell out of her, voice and all. Rachel doesn't seem to ever notice though, and practically thinks they're besties. It's sickening.

"Oh, Santana," Rachel laughs," Anyways, you all know what Finn's like. He may be a bit of a space, but he has more good qualities than bad. He's not one to let us down."

"Here we go," Artie sighed.

"He's smart," she continued, "a great leader and completely able to make up a great plan in no time. That's why General Shue put him in charge in the first place. Also, as a bonus, he's very handsome which is why he was chosen as my boyfriend by fate and my good taste, as you all know of course."

The table was quiet after she had finished, all eyes looking at her with either bewilderment or disbelief. Santana felt herself shudder at the thought of anyone finding Finn Hudson "handsome."

'Unless Frankenstein is considered handsome.'

"Okay," Santana stood up and began to leave the table, "that's my cue to leave before I puke over the Finn-praise. See you later, Britt."

Brittany smiled and waved her goodbye, then turned back to her plate that was questionably only full of gummy bears.

Santana just smiled at her and walked away from the table, giving a tired wave to the goodbyes that followed her out. Santana turned into the hallway and stuffed her hands in the front pockets of her jeans. The hallway was a bright blue from the floor boards to the ceiling, all brightened by the interior lights placed inside the walls. Though the whole hallway was made from miscellaneous metal, the footsteps from Santana's black converses didn't make a sound. Perhaps there was a special protocol that made this relevant, but Santana didn't know. She just thought of it as something bittersweet for when someone would want to sneak up and scare the shit out of people.

She finally reached the part of the ship that held the rooms, more specifically hers. Once inside, she walked through the room without one look around. It was dark, but most details could be seen since the blinds were open. The room was like a hotel room from a movie or something. It was something to consider as huge; one side of the room held a flat screen that conveniently received cable and a sitting arrangement of a black couch and the most comfortable recliner chair Santana had ever sat in. Next to it was a door frame that lead to a kitchen that was all but perfect for the one person who is staying there; so is the bathroom on the other side. On the other part of the room is a queen sized bed and everything that a bedroom usually has (nightstand, dresser, etc.). Separating it all was a giant window that needs a button to be pushed to let the blinds cover it fully. It's also the window that Santana always found herself staring out of, like right now, when she went to her room these past few months.

Space is a cold, unforgiving vast of unknown, but with this view, she felt like she could see everything. The twinkly pecks of lights followed her no matter where she went. The speck that doesn't twinkle because it's a planet, not a star. The planet that she had to leave, but would be there when she'd come back. She placed her pointer finger on the glass and put it directly on the speck. Though the temperature of the glass couldn't have changed, she could have sworn she felt warmth shoot through her finger, through her arm, and into her chest; it made her smile. She didn't even realize how much she missed Earth.

'Fuck,' she sighed,'Earth'.

She never imagined missing it this much. She began to feel empty as she continued to look at her home and memories of good and bad formed in her mind.

A knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts and made her glare at the door. No one bothers her when she's in her room. It's like some kind of rule or something.

'Who the hell could that be?'

Santana stomped her way to the door and yanked it open, only to give an exasperated sigh for what she found on the other side of it.

"Hello, Santana," Rachel said cheerfully, "sorry to have bothered you but you had vacated the premises before I had a chance to ask-"

"What?" Santana interrupted, arms crossed, and trying to pry out the information as quickly as possible.

"Well honestly it's about the mission, in which you have high authority and knowledge of because you are the 'Mission Specialist.' I don't have much knowledge of the mission only because it's classified only to the crew and technically I'm not even part of the crew. Though I have extensive education to obtain a high position in this crew, I'm not. Hence me being here, asking you about the mission."

'Oh my god, why are you here?!'

"Since I don't know much about the mission at hand," she continued to smile though Santana was clearly glaring, "I was wondering if you could clue me in, only because you know the most about it. Like fill me in, in case I don't fully understand."

"You want to debrief me?" Santana asked.

"Yeah," Rachel said excitedly, "if that's what you call it. Let's get to this debriefing business."

"No."

"No?"

"No," Santana shook her head roughly as Rachel's excitement dissipated, "Go ask your boyfriend for answers to your stupid questions, cause I'm not giving you any."

"Santana," Rachel furrowed her brows in disbelief.

"Beat it," Santana snapped making Rachel frown, "I'm trying to gets me beauty sleep."

"But," Santana shut the door in Rachel's face before she could continue. She would have slammed it if she was feeling extra mean, but she didn't. She just didn't want to hang around Rachel for hours going over the mission that Finn could have easily shared with her earlier. Can't rely on him for anything really.

Santana then wondered when she became like her father, unable to deal with a smidgen of annoyingness from anyone or anything. Their definition of annoying was probably different from everyone else's however. Heck, back then Santana was probably the definition of annoying to her father.

'Probably? More like obviously.'

Santana walked across the room to her bed and laid fully on it, facing the ceiling. It was still dark in the room, the only light barely visibly through the window. It was too dark to see the ceiling, it reminded Santana of what was lurking outside her window. The emptiness began in her again as memories flashed through her mind. She wanted to go home, but she was getting farther and farther from its we speak. She didn't like the feeling of being homesick, she needed to get back quickly before it ate her alive.

"This will be over in no time," she said aloud as she tried to convince herself, "then I'll be back home."

With that thought she closed her eyes and began to drift into something similar to sleep.

Okay, there it is! This was just an idea I came up with, with a couple of my friends a couple months ago. I was wondering if it was any good so that I can continue with it and put together this random love story I have in my head that needs to be expressed some how. Thanks for reading!