AN: heya, this is the first chapter of my first ever chaptered fanfiction for the glee fandom.

It can be thought of as a sort of prologue to the rest of the story and it's written quite differently to how the rest of the story will be (honestly it will make sense soon)

Just a hint, I love reviews.

So you're probably not going to believe any of this, and to be honest I don't care either way, in your position I probably wouldn't either.

Just don't judge me, Kay?

Judge we and I will go all Lima Heights on your ass!

Mock me and I will end you!

Now I can't say I ever believed in magic and all that shit before now, that was always Brittany's thing not mine, and while I would never dream of making fun of her, you have to admit that it's kinda a load of crap, something you normally grow out of before you get to high school.

While I would love to believe in princes turning into frogs and fairy godmothers and people with the ability to mind read, actually scrub the last one cause that would be hella creepy, what I mean is, it's just something you tell kids when they're little while not thinking its true, they're just stories.

Well that's what I thought before at least.

I suppose I know better now, although I'm not quite sure what to think, I can't say I'm an expert or anything, if I were then we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with.

I suppose I've lost you? You probably look lost.

That's if I have ever had you to begin with? I'm not the greatest at explaining, or telling stories, that's Brittany's thing again. I suppose that's one of her talents.

You see, I'm not myself.

Not in the metaphorical sense, where adults say that they're feeling a bit off, a little weird or just not themselves. I mean in the literal sense.

I am literally not myself.

I would seriously love to say that the change was gradual or at least wanted, but no, it was sudden and hit us like a ton of bricks with no warning, and anyway, I don't think either of us could ever have imagined this happening anyway. I won't think anyone could, not in a million years.

I'm rambling again, I tend to do that a lot when I'm stressed, but I'm trying to work out how to write this without sounding crazy, so look at me, or rather the picture I sent you with this first letter.

Now look at me properly. Take in my appearance, every detail that you can.

This photo was taken a week ago.

I am 17 years old and Latina, my name is Santana Lopez, my parents are Maribel Lopez and Dr Carlos Lopez, I have an older brother who lives away from home and I am close to my abuela.

You're shaking your head as if I'm crazy, I can just tell, I don't need to be there to know what you're thinking, you're thinking "what a loon, this girl is crazy, look at her! She's blonde and definitely white, what's she on about?"

But this isn't me.

Well it is me.

I told you I wasn't myself.

Maybe I need to start over and try to explain better?

It started about two weeks ago on a Tuesday.

AN: well if you haven't worked out what's going on then you will soon, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Oh and if you have any questions or just want to talk to me the best way is on my tumblr, arthurkirklandpubngo

Thanks for reading.