OK so this is my first story. I kind of had a dream about this and I had to type it. I'm sorry for any grammar errors , my fault. Reviews are appreciated and encouraged. :)

I do not own Glee or anything else, if I did I would get the shoes I want

song used Nine Inch Nails "Closer" it's pretty bad ass. I edited the story because some of the errors were really making me cringe,so here it is

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

Help me

I broke apart my insides

Help me

I've got no soul to sell

Help me

The only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

"Brittany," Mom said, "I've have been calling you for the past minute, turn that iPod off." "Ok Mom," I said as turn the iPod off and wrapped the earphones around it. "I can hear the music blasting from the earphones all the way over here", she pointed out. "But Mom I have to get in the mood for this shoot I just can't go in there just relaxed, Photographers call me to do their catalogs for my energy," I stated.

If she thought I wasn't going to listen to music this was going to be a long car ride, it's not that I don't want to talk to mom it's just…..I don't know She is on my mind and by she I mean my ex- girlfriend Alyssa. We just broke up or you can say she just broke up with me. My mom could tell I was in deep thought by the stone look on my face, she decided to break the silence.

"You want to talk about her?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"You know Britt, if you need someone to talk to your father and I are always available, even if you need just a good laugh."

I had to chuckle, I always had them, friends, dancing, and of course Lord Tubbington. I should just get out of my slump and get excited, I'm about to have a shot for Loud the clothing store, I should be bouncing off the fucking walls matter fact. This is what every upcoming teen model dreams of. Every girl at my school shops at loud basically, this is actually pretty amazing; a smile crept on my face.

"Wow that was fast what has you cheesing and such", mom had to ask.

"Well I'm just happy to be going to this shoot"

"Yeah, I can't wait to see the girl you're shooting with."

"Me either, I hope she's really hot."

Sometimes I lack a filter, what are you going to do, I wasn't lying though.

"Brittany!"

"What?"

"Oh, never mind."

We pulled up at the studio with 2 minutes to spare. As mom unbuckled her seatbelt she looks to me and says, "You ready Britt Brat," ugh mom my please don't call me that in public. We made our way to the revolving door in the front of the building. As we got closer to the room all these thoughts ran though my head like what if this girl is a total bitch and has no interest in getting to know me?

In teen stores catalogs the models seem to be best friends, right? Wait, what if it's even worse I forgot to put on pants, oh wait no I have them on, opps.

As I'm thinking I didn't realize I was slowing my walking pace down. "Come on Brittany you don't want to be late for the first day of the shot," mom yelled from a few feet ahead of me. "We're in the right place. Here goes now or nothing. As I walk through the doors my jaw dropped, this whole set must be damn expensive. I see different scenes like a meadow, homecoming, and just solid backgrounds. "Hi, are you Brittany?"

A guy with shoulder length blonde hair and a huge camera said. "Yes, I'm Brittany, I choked out. I was a little nervous meeting the photographer he looked like he was the real deal, with a blue statin shirt and slightly ripped jeans.

"Don't be nervous Brittany, this shoot is meant to be fun and not stressful," he said with a reassuring smile. "The other girl will be here in about other 10 minutes you can just go over to Emma, the stylist, and she will show you the scenes and outfits we have set up, by the way my name is Fabio," he said as he lead me to racks and racks of clothing.

"Hi, You must be Santana or umm Brittany," the short red head lady said to me as I was looking through the fresh clothes. "Yes I would be Brittany," she smiled at me and said "I am Emma, nice to meet you."

She seemed very pleasant; I was starting to relax a little bit more knowing I'm with nice people. "We're going to style you in something a little laid back and colorful," she said sort of jumping. "Ok I can't wait to see what you have in store for me," I said equally jumpy.

She led me through the lines of all kinds of clothes: bikinis, dresses, sparkly dresses, shorts, tee shirts, and blouses. We finally stop at a little station with turquoise ripped shorts and a black crop top. "Here you go miss. Brittany put this on and after that just come on over here so I can see."

I put the shorts and shirt on slowly making sure I don't rip the material because I didn't own it and I wasn't going to pay for it. I look in the mirror at myself, I had to admit but I look pretty damn good. I wasn't conceded I just spoke the truth and nothing but the truth. I walk my way over to Emma by the big fluffy chairs. "Oh, don't you look darling, put these shoes on".

She handed me the shoes, black converse right up my alley. She directed me to the hair stylist chair and I sat down in the seat by the medium size sliver mirror wait for the stylist. I guy with dark brown and a vest came up to me and said "I'll be right with you in a second." I just nodded my head in response. All of sudden I hear a very different voice or a very sexy voice say "Hi, I'm Santana." I looked up in the mirror and saw her. This girl can't be real.