The Escort

Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with the Glee franchise; I'm just a fan.

Santana shook her head as she watched the oblivious people walking through a mall in Lima, Ohio, some around her and some right through her. Every time somebody walked through her a tingle ran through her body. She'd been experiencing this for sixteen years, ever since she died, yet she still hasn't gotten used to that strange feeling. That's why she avoided this, walking through crowds, usually when she was on assignments like these she stayed in the shadows, but she couldn't this time.

She caught sight of her target they were hard to miss. Blonde hair, long gorgeous dancer legs, a tight ponytail on top of her head, and she always seemed to be bouncing rather than walking. Not to mention a smile that Santana could see from a mile away. It was too bad she was meant to die today.

The girl was walking with a group of cheerleaders in red and white cheerleader uniforms with the words WHMS on the front. As the girl walked with them she seemed happy but not like she was fulfilled yet, Santana couldn't explain it the girl's smile just seemed incomplete.

Santana was snapped out of her thoughts as they girl waved to her friends as she exited the mall. Santana followed her to her car as the girl got in and smiled at the little rainbow and duck sticker on the side of her car. Santana walked into the other side of the car into the passenger's seat. Her target stopped what she was doing and looked straight into Santana's eyes, the only problem is that this girl can't see her. It's not possible yet this girl continued staring into her eyes. Santana started to get nervous this girl might actually see her but the blonde eventually shook her head and put her key's in the ignition as she started up her car. Santana let out an inaudible sigh, she didn't need to breath anymore but it still relaxed her, gave her a bit of a feeling of normalcy and living. Santana looked over at this blonde so oblivious, full of promise and hope, full of innocence. The girl began dancing in her seat and singing along to the song on the radio.

"Stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive." Santana smiled as she listened to the girl singing, she's not bad. Santana frowned again, what a shame.

Santana has a heart made of ice, she doesn't have emotions, at least that's what people think. That's why she has this job because she can handle it. This job of following people around on the day they're supposed to die; this job of taking their souls from the world of the living and showing them the way to the world of the dead.

They could see her anyway they wanted to when they were almost dead. An angel, a demon, a ghost, it depends on the person themself. In all reality she's all of those things but her official title is an Escort. Her and millions of other people who are dead are given a target, an assignment. They spend the day with their target and wait for them to die.

The Counsel of the Dead can predict the day a person dies but they never know when or how it's going to happen. They can't exactly do everything. There are still things in the world that even the most knowing people can't quite understand or predict. Once their assignment is dying it's the Escorts job to carry it out. To bring their soul to the dead, they don't always do it though. Each Escort has to finish a certain amount of assignments each year but they don't have to finish off every single person, some can keep on living if their Escort thinks they should. That's those miracles people are always hearing about. And Escort that showed mercy. Santana had never been that Escort she has a heart of ice and it's kept her respected. Besides there's no point to keeping these people alive. They'll all just die one day anyway.

Santana watched this girl as her cheerleading skirt rode up more on her leg and felt something in her stomach. What was it? She couldn't tell, it wasn't jealousy, neither was it anger, it was something she hadn't felt in a long time. Was it butterflies? Santana shook her head. Stop it Santana, detach yourself or you'll end up hurt. This girl is going to die today and you will never see her again, that's a fact. Santana shook her head as she looked out at the road and refused to look at this gorgeous girl next to her.

They were driving along a busy street; this girl had stopped at a stoplight. Santana looked out of her passenger window as the girl turned. That's when Santana saw the way this girl was going to die today. A giant black Hummer came barreling towards the girl's pretty little pink car. Everything went in slow motion, as Santana slowed everything down so she could watch this girl just for a few moments longer. Santana turned to look at the girl as they blonde looked to her right and saw the Hummer. Her face turned into one of shock as Santana felt and heard glass shattering behind her. She saw as the glass flew in the air and cut the girl's cheeks as the girl threw up her arm to protect her face. More glass began cutting up the girl.

Santana had the overwhelming urge to throw herself in front of this girl to protect her but she knew it wouldn't help a thing.

She turned away as she let everything go back to normal time as she stared ahead and waited for this awful moment to end. Why did she care about this random girl? She's never felt like crying for someone before. She looked down to see this girl almost dead on the ground. Santana could see her soul glowing faintly around her. Santana stood up and slowly made her way to the girl she stood over her as the girl opened her eyes slightly and looked straight at her.

"What are you?" She asked as Santana knelt down over her.

"I'm your Escort." She said as she pushed the girls hair back behind her ears for some reason. "I'm going to take you into the world of the dead." She said as she tried to give the girl a reassuring smile. The girl smiled back.

"That must be lonely." She said as Santana looked at her surprised. "Watching people die taking them to their death. I wouldn't wish it on the cricket that steals my jewelry at night." Santana looked at her for a second. The girl was crumpled, dying, broken. She had blood on almost every inch of her body. There were bruises and cuts covering her beautiful legs. Her face was in the same condition yet she was feeling bad for her. Those eyes were looking straight through her soul and into something deeper in her if that was possible. Nobody had ever looked at Santana like that before. Santana heard a siren as she watched this girl. The ambulance was here. She should finish the job now. It would be merciful to this girl's family to have her die now rather than later when Santana got her breath back and had to finish her assignment, but she couldn't do it. She stood up and began to walk away.

"What's your name?" The girl asked her as if they were sitting in a café bumping into each other on accident rather than on a crash site, one already dead and one dying.

"Santana." She said as she smiled at the girl.

"What's yours?" She asked as the girl was lifted onto a gurney to be taken to a hospital to be miraculously saved to live another day.

"Brittany."

This does not have anything to do with religious beliefs it's just an idea so please don't get angry at me. I don't know what happens after death and I'm not going to think about it until I'm dead. I'm just THAT lazy. So anyway please let me know what you think. If I get reviews I'll keep going if I don't I'll get bored and never write another chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read :)