Let me know what you guys think. I DO NOT OWE GLEE or any of its characters. It just happens to be a shitty show that leaves everything to the imagination.

Welcome to my imagination :)


Chapter 1:

Santana POV

"I don't believe you Thrax; do I look stupid to you?" I yell across the room with a little more venom then intended.

"I know that you think you're just being funny, but you are not fooling me, I know you oh too well. Nikkole Eddie Thwacks, awesome and badass. Yet sometimes you're so passive aggressive and naive. " I speak calmly and end with my signature smirk.

She starts to run over to me and then strikes a pose with her arms crossed and puts on her gangster face. I can't help but giggle now that I know what's coming next.

"When you see me in the streets, remember you don't know me.

Always hating on a G, I'm that Ninja you wanna be."

She raps while she pop locks closer to me. "Imagine if everyone knew that you were just all talk…cheka" My smile drops and I panic.

"What are you talking a-about? Why are we even talking about this? Answer my question bitch!" I attempt to detour the conversation .

"When did you ask me a question lil miss mild sauce? Stop hollering in my ear girl."She said trying to cover my mouth.

"I asked you why did you go to jail for me? You didn't even know me, and then you come back to completely change my view of the world. My parents kicked me out Nik, and now all of a sudden you have money coming out of your ass. What the fuck are you not telling me?" I'm rambling

"Calmate por favor. Listen, I have MY reasons; none of which are any of YOUR concern. By the way, your parents kicked you out because you tried to put the moves on me son. I told you that I would take care of you, you're my lil homi and you know damn well that I produce beats as well as fight for this money." Thrax finishes and pats me on the head in that annoying superior way that she does so much.

Normally she doesn't let me use her government name; today she let me use it twice within the same conversation, she's up to something. Before I can call her out on her bullshit, she is gone; anit that just like a ninja.


My Name is Santana Lopez, I am 17 and almost CO-Captain of the WMHS Cheerios. Two years ago to this day, I was attacked by cheerleaders and beat up pretty badly to the point where I had to go to the hospital. I woke up groggy and cranky to a medium sized brown skinned girl facing the window talking to herself. Before everything went all dark, I remember this girl tackling the girls so they would stop beating on me. Upon having this realization, I wanted to do nothing more then ask for her name and thank her; but as soon as I lazily went to open my mouth, two officers walk into my room and arrest her. Confused as fuck and in severe pain I lost consciousness again. A day full of test and CAT scans later I was released and was more or less angry. Angry because I didn't get to meet 'my savior', and even more pissed that on the first day of 9th grade I ruined my fucking awesome outfit.

The remainder of the school year went by super fast; mainly due to the rumor that I beat three cheerleaders to a bloody pulp but also thanks to my new 'friend' Quinn Fabray. Quinn is a petite blonde who has the personality of a deranged nun; I mean everything about this girl was so sweet, and yet she could destroy you with either a look or have the football team turn you into a frozen statue of slushy. She walked up to me on the second week and told me that if I didn't join the Cheerios then she would actively make my life a living hell until I transferred or killed myself; all the while wearing a smile sweeter then cotton candy. I swear to this day that I had made a deal with the devil accepting Quinn's offer, but what was I suppose to do. It was a 'with her or against her type deal', and the rest of that year she spent time teaching me how to be a winner… or actually, how to be one of Quinn's mindless followers. Of course someone as weak as me would so easily forget who they were.

A year later and on the first day of school, something caught my eye. There was a brown girl, a little bit taller then me with a Mohawk in Principal Figgins office. It was the girl from the fight and the hospital; now all I had to do was creep around to hear her name. I pretend to need a copy of my schedule from the front desk to get as close as possible to hear the conversation.

(Flashback)

"Miss Nikkole…"Figgins starts but is interrupted

"Thrax." The girl sates simply

"Ok, Miss Thrax. I will not tolerate violence in my school for any reason. I do not care if you did not start it; as long as you are on probation you will behave yourself AND join a club to complete your community service. Do I make myself clear?" He said rather quickly in his annoying as fuck accident, clearly not expecting an answer.

"So, if I were to say that I didn't understand a word of what you just said yet I agree, can I go; I have to tinkle" She retorts smugly

"Nikkole", I say to myself. I finally know her name.

Although she looks different, taller, more muscular, and has a Mohawk; I can tell it's her, I can just feel it. Hearing her mouth off to Figgins isn't something I expected, but it's actually quite refreshing. I break out of thought when I feel someone behind me.

"Fucking Santana! Where have you been, we have newbs to destroy in like 20 minutes ago." Quinn smirked

"All's you had to do was say that you missed me fraGAY; awe look you're blushing." I commented with obvious malice

"Bitch, don't play with me. Get your lame ass to practice NOW!" she says in her head bitch voice.

Later that day, after school; as I was walking home from cheer practice I saw Nikkole. Before I could figure out my course of action, my feet were already walking towards her on the playground. She didn't look up from her book, but I noticed she flinched at how close I was getting. I silently and nervously took a seat in the swing adjourning her swing. Suddenly she closed her book and looked up at me.

"You're such a creeper." She laughs out

"What, no. I mean I was creeping on you this morning, but 'this' is just a coincidence. Anyway, I think you're lost; this is Lima Heights Adjacent, my 'hood. What's your name?" I ask her, not wanting to just call her by her name when she has no idea who I am.

"Yea, I kinda saw you this morning. You are not very hard to notice after all cheka" She says gesturing to my uniform.

She continues, "Me amo Thrax, and you must be 'The' Santana Lopez."

"First off, stop speaking Spanish to me; you sound as ridiculous as you look. Secondly, I just wanted to say thank you." I finish quietly.

She just looks at me and for some reason all I see is hurt and confusion in her eyes.

"I have no place to stay. My parents packed up and left once I got arrested" She husks out looking at the sky.

Although I didn't know her to be any different then a serial killer, I still owe her..right? This girl is only in this predicament because of me; this is my fault.

"You can stay with me." I speak as I get up and begin fixing my skirt.

"For real yo? Are you sure?" She ask wide eyed

"Wow, can you look even more like a pitiful puppy dog. Of course, now hurry up before I change my mind. Where is your stuff?" I ask looking around.

"Gracias! Gracias! Oh, I don't have any stuff just what's in my book bag."

After fabricating the perfect lie to tell my parentals, I settle on telling the truth. What kind of person refuses to help their daughters' savior; I don't know, but they are not my parents thank God. Nikkole didn't talk much, or at all for the rest of the night after dinner. I made a makeshift bed on the floor beside mine and she silently thanked me before lying down. When 2 hours went by and I was still staring at the ceiling I realized that she was also still awake. I wanted to talk to her, but I didn't know what to say. 4 days went by with the exact same routine of us barely communicating. However on the fifth day things took a strange turn.

"Santana, scoot the fuck over." She demanded half asleep.

"What-t-t, you want to sleep in my big comfy bed with me?" I joked stretching to take up the entire bed.

"Your shitty prison bed, is giving me back problems. I actually prefer if we traded beds for the night, but no; I don't mind sleeping with you. You sexy beast." She finishes while jumping on top of me. Once I see that she is trying to tickle me, I flip us over so that I am now straddling her with her wrist pinned to the bed.

"So you like to be on top eh?" Thrax says panting a little bit.

"Yes duh! I think that it's just not right if I'm not in control." I breathe out a little too eagerly and look directly in her eyes. Ok, so I'm 16 and a virgin; but I like to touch myself. I know what it feels like to be turned on and I'm starting to get that nagging in the pit of my stomach. For about a year or so, I've known that I'm more attracted to girls; but I'm a cheerleader, you know.

"Don't start looking at me like that cheka. What you're thinking about doing, is a very bad idea." She looks at me seriously and sits up abruptly so that I'm on her lap; faces mere inches apart.

Next thing I know, my lips are attacking hers and at the very same second; my dad walks into my room.

(End flashback)


Blah blah blah, shit happened and I ended up 'here', living with Thrax and her friend Brittany.

Britt is the most beautiful girl that i have ever saw and no other will ever compare to her. Her eyes are so perfectly blue and her body is...oh my god-those abs,legs,her wonderfully tones arms. I wonder what she taste like. At first when we moved in I thought that they had a thing going on, mainly because they would always disappear together and how touchy they were. Recently I've come to notice that she is just that way with thrax because when it comes down to it- I never see her with anyone else and she rarely acknowledges that I exist. I spend a lot of time with Quinn and the kids of Glee that we use to formally torture.

Originally I was tricked into joining Glee with Nikk,but after a week of so, she stopped attending practices claiming that she had to go "make some paper". So in spite I tricked Fabray into joining with me, with the extremely convincing argument of crushes their hopes an dreams. Honestly I could care less about bullying people,I just secretly needs an outlet to express myself and I love to sing. Funny, now that I think about it, that fucking bitch was helping me out yet again. Nikkole seems to just be that that type of person,obviously I don't know a lot about her but she is far from a stranger to me. I don't completely trust her and she knows because she is well aware that I know when she is lying out of her ass. I guess you can say we have this understanding that i won't ask question or judge, but as long as she is lying to me she won't have my trust. She reminds me of Ninja-with her virtue and need to protect and save people all the time;but sometimes her eyes are so cold and she is distant.


With Thrax gone,that leaves just me Britt and her fat ass cat Tubby rolls or whatever. That fucking thing is huge; like it ate both of it's parents and all of his siblings. Thank God it's Saturday, I am due for some much needed rest after cheer practices and that insane argument with Nikk that went nowhere. I decide that since it is so beautiful outside that I should do some yoga to relieve some tension before i take a shower and camp out in bed. As i'm unrolling my mat, I notice Britt just standing at the glass door watching me with a smile on her face. She opens the door and walks towards me.

"I bet you're really flexible and quick from cheer leading huh." She says blatantly checking out my body from head to toe.

I nod my head in response. "Are you feeling adventurous today because there is something that I wanna try with you." She retorts finally making eye contact with me.

Yes.I will play with your yes yes I certainly will. Wait wtf am I thinking about that for. Settle down Santana.

*Next chapter will be Britt's POV and you'll get a clues as to where I'm going with this. Sorry if it's kinda rushed and all over the place. Next chapter will be better focused.