Hey again. New fic again, I know. I should really finish what I started. I will finish Love Lockdown but I have to take a small hiatus from writing it for personal reasons. I swear, I will finish it someday. But now this new fic. It's a crossover between Brittana and the Divergent trilogy. For those of you who haven't heard of Divergent, it's a trilogy written by Veronica Roth. The first movie will be in theaters in March. The books are actually quite amazing and everyone should read it. You can watch the trailer if you want to. I would post a link but fanfiction is a little bitch and they don't allow that for one reason or another.

When I read the first book of Divergent, all I could think about is how much I would like to see a Brittana version of this and well, there wasn't, so here it goes. This first chapter is kind of explaining the world of Divergent, which can seem quite complicated at times. For real fans of the books, there might be some mistakes. I have read the books twice, but I still don't quite know the world like I would know the Harry Potter world. For people that have read the books, all this happens before Jeanine Matthews. :)

So I hope you enjoy and please let me know if you would be interested in reading the rest of the story. :) You can also find me on my tumblr eatingsushieveryday. I will post some previews there sometimes so you can follow me there or just come talk to me.

Ok enjoy :)

The sound of my alarm clock woke me up from a sound sleep. I sighed deeply and tried to shut out the buzzing clock by pressing my face further into my pillow, but it didn't seem to help. I rolled out of bed while pressing the big red button on my alarm clock in order to silence it. I sat at the edge of my bed and flicked on the light switch. My eyes squinted due to the sudden brightness, but after a couple of seconds they quickly adjusted to the glaring light emanating from bulb above my head. My eyes shifted across the room. The first thing you would notice if you entered my bedroom was the sheer amount of books it held. There were stacks of books that reached the ceiling, filling the room. I had exactly four bookcases, all which held around fifty books. In my room alone I had around two hundred books, but I guess that was quite normal in this faction. Of course I had read all these books. Science, history, literature... I had pretty much read it all. Knowledge led to prosperity. Knowledge was power, and ignorance was to blame for the world's problems. That was how I saw it. That was how we were all supposed to see it in Erudite. That was what was taught here in this faction. But I believed it too. Plus, I really did like reading and learning new things. My dad always told me that a day wasn't a success unless you had learned something new, so that was what I tried to do. Even though I liked a lot of subjects; science books were still my favorite. Chemistry, biology, psychology, sociology, physics... I loved them all. But when you were in the faction Erudite, you learned about so much more.

Our world was divided into factions, five to be exact. Amity, Candor, Abnegation, Dauntless and Erudite, the faction my family was a part of. Erudite was only faction I truly believed I could fit in. I was Santana Lopez, sixteen years old, and I lived in Erudite. That was who I was, who I was supposed to be.

The factions were formed at the beginning of the great peace. The system persisted because everyone feared what might have happened if it didn't… war. Because of the different factions, everyone fit in perfectly with his or her own faction and had a purpose and a family. I couldn't imagine a world without the factions and I was sure I didn't want to know what kind of world that would be.

Factions had their own specialties, leaders and jobs. Erudite was known for knowledge. We believed that knowledge led to prosperity and we did everything to gain as much knowledge as we could. I looked up above my bed. There hung a short list with the five key points of Erudite. It had been there forever and I knew it by heart. My eyes glanced over the letters.

Erudite: The Intelligent

We submit the following statements as truth:

1. "Ignorance" is defined not as stupidity but as lack of knowledge.

2. Lack of knowledge inevitably leads to lack of understanding.

3. Lack of understanding leads to a disconnection among people with differences.

4. Disconnection among people with differences leads to conflict.

5. Knowledge is the only logical solution to the problem of conflict.

Therefore, we propose that in order to eliminate conflict, we must eliminate the disconnection among those with differences by correcting the lack of understanding that arises from ignorance with knowledge.

The rest of the poster went on about the different aspects of knowledge we had to acquire: psychology, sociology, mathematics and so much more. Knowledge was always readily available for members of the factions. Withholding information could lead to imprisonment and I didn't think anyone wished to go to jail.

My eyes averted from the poster as walked over to my closet. I picked up my blue pants and a blue sweater. Every faction had his or her own clothing style. Erudite was known for wearing blue. Blue released a calming, relaxing chemical and a calm mind meant a clear mind. If you saw someone on the streets wearing blue, you could pretty much assume that they were from Erudite.

"Santana, are you up? You have to leave for school in a half an hour!" I heard my mom's voice yelling at me from downstairs.

I pulled the sweater over my head and grabbed my bag. It weighed about ten pounds with all the books I carried to school everyday. I took a ton of AP classes and those books were big. Plus I had to haul around the books that I liked to read during free periods as well.

"Yes, mom," I mumbled.

My mom placed a quick kiss on my forehead as I passed her.

"I made your lunch," Maria Lopez said with a big smile on her face.

She was also wearing a blue vest with a blue shirt underneath. She was a teacher at my school. Luckily she didn't teach me. That would be quite weird. She taught mathematics to twelve years old. There were some ten year olds from Erudite in her class too. The school allowed some students to skip over some years if they were too bored in their current grade level. That only happened to children from our faction of course. Other factions weren't smart enough for that. My mom always told me stories about the Dauntless, and how little they valued their education.

Dauntless was another faction. The Dauntless valued courage and blamed cowardice for the world's problems. I didn't quite agree with them. Everything I heard about this faction seemed awful. They supported violence and brutality which just seemed plain dumb to me. Violence wouldn't solve anything in my opinion. They were also rather arrogant. The Dauntless arrived to school by train. That sounded normal, right? Well, it wasn't. Instead of waiting for the train to stop like every other normal person, they all jumped out while it was still driving. The majority arrived with scratches or bruises gracing their arms caused by a rough fall out of the moving carriage, but they thought it made them look cool. Dauntless was also the only faction that allowed tattoos and they definitely used that privilege. Every single faction member had at least one tattoo, but most had even more.

Both my parents weren't fans of Dauntless either. My mom whined about how rude their students were all the time. My dad was a doctor and said the Dauntless always came in with terrible wounds and bruises. The worst part was they refused to go to the doctor unless it was actually necessary so by the time my dad had to treat them, their injuries were even worse. I was taught Dauntless was a faction to be feared, with their arrogant and violent members that used their fists to solve every conflict instead of opting for a more mature solution. I wasn't very fond of the Dauntless even though I had yet to meet anyone from Dauntless, let alone hold a proper conversation. There were some Dauntless students in my classes but we didn't talk.

Besides Dauntless and Erudite, there were three more other factions. Amity was the colorful faction. They chose peace and that was evident in their choice of clothes. You could see them from afar with their vibrant yellow garments that almost hurt to look at. They were always chanting or singing songs about friendship and peace and more things along those lines. I personally thought they were all crazy with their banjos and flowers decorating their hair. I didn't really like them; I didn't like them at all. They were too happy, too cheery and too annoying all at the once.

Then you had Candor, or the truthful. A member of the faction Candor would never lie. They told the truth about everything. If they didn't like you, they told you. A couple of years ago, a girl I had never seen before came up to me in school and told me that I looked mean and that I should try to smile more because I was already developing wrinkles. Candor didn't believe in politeness because politeness was deception wrapped in a pretty package. I didn't believe in constant truth. Some things weren't meant to be heard, so why should we share them. They were way too obnoxious for my taste.

Finally we came around full circle with Abnegation. Every single thing a member of Abnegation did was for someone else. They never did anything for themselves because selflessness was the value they sought after, and they did everything to reach it. I heard that they couldn't look in the mirror. When faced with their reflection they could think of themselves as pretty and that would mean they were being self-indulgent. The worst thing you could do in Abnegation was commit suicide. If you were truly selfless, you wouldn't desire death for yourself. They were always seen in gray, simple clothes because why should they wear beautiful clothes if they could give them to someone else. I wasn't really a fan of them either. It wasn't that they did anything wrong, but I just didn't like them.

So those were the five factions. But there was still one other group. The factionless. The factionless were the people that had failed their initiation for the faction they chose so they became factionless. They got the lowest jobs, like janitors or bus drivers. Becoming factionless was one of the worst things that could happen to you. It scared the crap out of me. So I better succeeded at my initiation. But first there was the Aptitude Test. Each year, all of the sixteen-year olds from each faction took the test. The purpose was to show which of the five factions each person belonged to. Honestly, I didn't really know that much about the Aptitude Test. My parents kept it a secret so that I couldn't control or prepare for the test. But the test did scare me. What if I belonged to a stupid faction like Amity? I couldn't join the crazy, chanting group of way-too-happy-people? I'd go mad in a day. So yes, I was quite nervous. The test defined you and made your future or in other words, your faction.

After the Aptitude test, you were told the faction you to which you were destined to belong. The next day was the Choosing Ceremony. At the Choosing Ceremony you would have to make the decision of your life. You could choose which faction to join. Either you stayed in your own faction where your parents were, or you left your family and everything you knew behind. Even though they said your Aptitude Test didn't mean anything, it did give a good indication where you fit in the world.

During the Choosing Ceremony, you were called up to the center of the room one by one. There, five large metal bowls were located. Each bowl was filled with a substance that represented a particular faction: gray stone for Abnegation, water for Erudite, earth for Amity, lit coals for Dauntless, and glass for Candor. You weren't allowed to speak. You were offered a knife and asked to cut your own hand and sprinkle your blood over the bowl of the faction you chose. Once you selected a faction, you stood in a group behind your chosen faction for the remainder of the ceremony. That was the moment your life actually began. You had chosen your factions and there was absolutely no going back. If you decided on another faction than your parents, there was a chance you would never see them again.

"Are you ready to leave yet? You're way too slow," my sister sighed.

My sister, Adriana, was almost a year older than me, so we were in the same grade at school. That also meant we would have the same Aptitude Test and the same Choosing Ceremony. But luckily I was fairly certain that Adriana would choose Erudite at the Choosing Ceremony. She read even more than I did, and that was saying something. She was also arrogant but as was I alongside pretty much all of Erudite. We were sort of known for it. Certain stereotypes existed for each of the factions. Abnegation, for example, was known as the faction of the Stiffs. They barely showed any sort of public displays of affection and they hated personal contact. I guess they just weren't used to it. Erudite for their arrogance about their knowledge and Candor for their obnoxiousness and brutal honesty. Dauntless for their addiction to adrenaline and then to finish it all off, Amity for solving every discussion by hugs.

"Yes, I'm ready to leave. How are we going to school?" I asked Adriana. We usually went with the bus or with the car.

"Let's just take the bus, okay?" Adriana said.

She looked a lot like me. She had the same dark brown, long hair and dark skin tone as me. We weren't the same however. We had different interests. I liked to read about chemistry and math and the sciences in general while Adriana preferred to learn as much about literature and poetry as possible. Don't get me wrong, I liked literature but I just wasn't any good at poetry. I liked logical things and poetry just didn't quite fit that. I did like psychology and so did Adriana, so we had some things in common.

We did get along fine, Adriana and I. Since we were in the same grade, we shared the same friends, our faction members of Erudite.

"Have you done your homework?" Adriana asked me as we walked towards the bus.

"Yes, of course," I rolled my eyes. We were from Erudite. We always did our homework, especially if our mom was a teacher at school. She always seemed to know when we got a new assignment before us.

"Good. Just checking."

My sister did try to protect me sometimes. Okay, a lot. Even though we were practically the same age, she still saw me as her little sister and she thought it was necessary for her to act like the older, protective sibling.

As we stepped onto the bus, we immediately spotted people from the different factions. Members of Abnegation were standing upright just in cause someone else wanted to sit. The members of Candor were chatting loudly and acting way too obnoxious. The people from Amity sat in silence, but with a big smile gracing their face. Dauntless took the train and hence were never on our bus. I heard the headquarters of their faction was on the north side of the city and the bus didn't go that far. After a couple of minutes, we arrived at school.

"We're here," Adriana mumbled to me as we got out of the bus. I stepped out onto the ground with my sister.

Even though we shared classes with all the factions, you could easily differentiate between them by the color of their clothes. People from different factions were rarely friends. The different factions just didn't have that much in common with each other and that really didn't help with developing friendships.

The school did try their best to mix the factions in order for us to learn about each of them before making our decision at the Choosing Ceremony, but nobody really mingled. I heard the roaring of the train behind me and spun around on my feet. At exactly 7:25, the Dauntless proved their bravery by jumping out of a moving train. The Dauntless are pierced, tattooed and black-clothed. Their primary purpose is to guard the fence that surrounds our city. From what, I don't know.

The train whistle blared, the sound resonating in my chest. The light fixed to the front of the train flicked on and off as the last few cars passed, a mass exodus of young men and women in dark clothing hurled themselves from the moving cars, some dropping and rolling, others stumbling a few steps before regaining their balance. I didn't know why, but they fascinated me, despite I knowing they shouldn't. The Dauntless were known to be cruel and their initiation was tough, even though I didn't know what actually happened during it.

My eyes followed the teenagers that had just jumped from the train. They automatically shifted to the blonde girl on the right. Brittany Pierce. My heart started beating in my chest and I blamed it on the Dauntless. My eyes followed the blonde girl while she plucked the remains of grass off her black t-shirt. I spotted the dark ink of a tattoo under her sleeve but I couldn't see from here what it was of. I made a mental note to look at it during our math class. She reached into her bag and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. A couple of seconds later a cigarette was dangling between her lips. Another Dauntless faction member next to her held his lighter in front of the cigarette. Brittany gave him a quick wink and inhaled sharply.

"Are you coming?" Adriana asked impatiently.

"Yeah sure." I nodded quickly. For a moment there, I almost forgot that I was totally staring at the blonde and the Dauntless. Watching them was a foolish idea.

"I don't know why you are so fascinated by them, San. The Dauntless are trouble, everyone knows that. You should just stick to your own faction and stay away from Brittany and the troublemakers she calls friends. They are bad news for us." Adriana said annoyed. She hated the Dauntless even more than my parents, but I knew it was because she had always had this huge crush on Noah Puckerman.

Noah Puckerman was another a member of Dauntless and from what I gathered; he was a close friend of Brittany's. He was pretty badass and mouthed off against almost every teacher in school. He got expelled more times than anyone could keep track off. But maybe my sister liked that. I didn't. All that macho-stuff wasn't really my thing.

"Let's just get to class, okay?"

I could see that my sister was now staring at Noah and the cigarette he was holding between his lips.

"Yeah." She sighed and averted her eyes. "Let's go to history class."

I turned away but not before shooting one more glance at Brittany. And even though we were a hundred feet apart, I could swear she had just winked at me. But maybe that was simply my imagination.

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