Chapter 1: Morningside

Disclaimer : i don't own Glee and any mistakes made in this story are mine.

Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews, favorites and the follows guys even though in my opinion, the epilogue sucks like hell.

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Santanna's POV:

I was never a morning person, not now, not ever.

So it was clearly understandable enough to burrow myself deeper within the covers of my comforter when the person who suddenly barges inside your room at seven in the morning while pulling the curtains aside, letting that god forsaken awful morning sunshine in while singing one of the many broad way songs that I have now unfortunately memorized and hated. That's Rachel Berry's special wakeup call for you.

"Good morning sleepy head! I hope you're not planning on staying in bed again just like what you've been doing for the whole duration of the summer." Rachel said as I burrowed myself deeper within my bed, hoping desperately that my foster sister would leave me alone.

"Go away Rachel before I kick you out again. I don't wanna hear about your Barbara something again."

"FYI, it's Barbra Streisand not Barbara something, at least remember the whole name! Plus I made it my personal mission to let you realize what an awesome idol Barbra Streisand is unlike those animated characters from whatever childish online games you're now playing that may I add, kept you awake all night instead of going to sleep just like any normal person would do." I scoffed at that.

"Get to the point Rach." I glared at her.

"My point is," She said with her eyes directed to mine, "That we're finally starting high school! This is a time to make a name for ourselves! A time to be a bright shining megawatt star!"

"Oh god, not that speech again." I slump back on my pillow and pulled my covers on me to block out Rachel's voice which is actually futile for me to do since the next thing I knew she was pulling with all her might my blanket from the other side, ripping it away from me who fortunately was wearing a pair of short boxers and a fitted tank top. Usually I prefer to sleep in the nude since it can get pretty hot during summer and I overheat easily, yes that's possible. For me it is.

"Rachel! What the hell is your problem! And don't tell me it's your high school debut again which is still a week from now. A week Rachel! God, can't an actual normal person have descent sleep around here!" I yelled at her as I stood up suddenly and walk out of my room into the bathroom with Rachel in tow.

"Yes I know but seriously San, firstly when did you became normal? Secondly yes even though it's a week from now, I don't wanna be stuck and be labelled as some loser again just like in middle school. I want to be known as someone who stands out brightly along the crowded hallway. I want to be someone big! Big enough to encourage anyone to follow their own dreams and statistics show that most famous actresses and actors now start of becoming famous when they're about our age." Rachel reasoned out.

I sighed, if there was one thing I learned from living in the Berry's household for two years is that the Berry's always encourages their little girl, meaning Rachel, to always enthusiastically follow her dreams and they will give their outmost support for her. And when I meant enthusiastically, I meant going to the extremes as to also dragging me along to almost every activity she has on scheduled.

Sure it was weird at first when Hiram introduced me to the two of them two years ago. He and Leroy had a few fights for a couple of days. Rachel kept on pestering me to the point I snapped and punch her on the face which then again resulted to another argument between the gay couple as to the reason why they should let me stay with them.

Leroy did not like me at all and he was adamant to give me to the foster children services instead of letting me stay with them. It was tiring to put up with all the hate I guess so I decided to hit the road one evening. I packed all the necessary things I need to last me for a couple of days. Hey, I was raised to be a thief anyways and what can I do when they've hidden their so called hidden stashes in obvious places that even a five year old can find them? Easy pickings are just easy pickings is what I just thought at that time.

But anyways, I was already on my way to the train station by then when I heard a lot of yelling and taunting in one of the darkened alleyways. I was about to ignore it when a familiar voice caught my attention. It was a girl's voice telling the others to mind their own business and that bullying others is a sign of abuse at their own homes. I was about to laugh at the absurdity and craziness of one Rachel Berry standing up to a bunch of bullies when suddenly I heard the so called bullies react angrily at what Rachel said. One of them even punch her and insulted her for having two gay dads. Anyways long story short, the bullying turned to Rachel.

And against all of what my abuelo had taught me during that time, I swooped in between the bullies and Rachel and punched whoever is nearest to me. I continued to beat the crap out of them until Rachel fell out of her stupor and had the courage to drag me out of the messed I've caused.

She immediately noticed the duffel bag on the ground but didn't question about it but instead she dragged me back to the house where Leroy and Hiram was now home already. At first they assumed it was me who punched Rachel since she was the first one to show herself to them then she quickly explained what really happened back in the alleyway to the utter amazement of the couple.

A few uncomfortable minutes passed before Leroy asked me why I punched Rachel the other day which I responded honestly, "Because that's how my abuelo taught me how to shut annoying people up without a gun."

Leroy and Rachel were obviously stunned at my response since they didn't know my abuelo unlike Hiram and I do and before Leroy can say anything more, Hiram asked me if that's what I thought was the right thing to do at that situation. At that time, I didn't understood what he meant by that question but I gave him my honest answer anyways. Which was an honest yes.

After that, Leroy surprised me by reprimanding me that what I was taught was all wrong and if I was ever to live with them for at least until I turned eighteenth and the beating up people has to stop too even though I did it to protect Rachel. And even more surprising is that Leroy hugged me after that!

I never was hugged before after being scolded. Usually, my papi would forego all of that and just start beating the crap out of me. Worst case scenario burned by his favorite torch stick while drunk. I still have some of the remnants of the scaring on my back. The rest is covered up with my tattoo.

Anyways, back to the present.

Yes, I thought beating up people was the right thing to do at that time too and I still questioned them if that's not the right way for shutting at least Rachel up especially now.

"By becoming big you mean putting videos of you singing some Broadway songs in myspace?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow. Rachel's eyes then got bigger when I mentioned what she was doing in her room the other night.

"How did you know I was going to put up my sample videos in my myspace?! Have you been snooping in my laptop again Santana? I told you not to do that! I even changed my password every other week for extra security!" Rachel said with her whiny voice which made me winced from its pitch alone.

"Ha and risked another load of added chores on top of my list of punishment? Hell no Rach, I love myself too much to make myself a workaholic like you. Plus even though you change your password every week that doesn't mean your password doesn't consists of your favorite song of the week and by the way your door was open that's why your ungodly voice can be heard even in China." I said once I fixed myself enough and walk back towards my room with Rachel still in tow.

"Oh please, I know for a fact that you love broad way as much as I do, San. It's probably one of the very few reasons why I put up with you." Rachel said with a slight smug look on her face that I just rolled my eyes at her. Sure, I must've liked I few songs since most of them are the first songs I've learned to play on various instruments since two years ago but that doesn't mean I wanted to listen to all of them all night long over and over again until Rachel was satisfied enough to post it on the freaking website.

"That's totally impossible Rach, everyone knows that everyone loves all of this." I said as I pointed at myself with a smirk on my face. We were now going down towards the kitchen where Leroy and Hiram eating breakfast and waiting for them to take their places in the dining table.

"By definition of everyone, you mean your non-existent internet friends right?" Rachel said teasingly which I scoffed off. Like she's one to talk.

"Good morning Santana." Hiram and Leroy simultaneously greeted which I returned after sitting myself down in front of them.

"Morning Leroy, Morning Hiram."

This however raises me an eyebrow from the gay couple. You see, after a year of living with the Berry's and getting to know me and vice versa. The couple finally arranged the adoption papers stating them as my legal guardians. It wasn't easy of course since my abuelo didn't allow any documentation of my birth or anything at all that I existed. This raises a few unwanted questions but nothing the couple can't handle with a lot of money involved of course.

In the end, it was all sorted out and I was pretty happy that I was legally accepted as a family member in their small happy family.

Still, that didn't make me forget the promise I made myself and to Hiram that winter night. The promise of hunting every last member of my abuelo's gang and collect collateral damages. Of course, I didn't tell anybody that killing them or at least removing a leg or two is what collecting collateral damages meant to me. Hiram would totally lock me up for the rest of my life if he heard that from me.

Anyways, I made a deal with him that I could keep my family name provided that I act as their own daughter around them, calling them dad or daddy, acting all daddy's little girl and try and forget all the things my abuelo taught me. Live a normal life and forget being the former gang heiress who used to think breaking an adult's fingers with a hack saw one by one is fun.

"Now, now, what have we talk about Santana?" Leroy raised his eyebrow at me while taking a sip from his coffee.

"Sorry. Good morning dad, Good morning daddy." I said with all the sweetness that I can muster within myself. I swear calling them that gets weirder and weirder since we're not even blood related.

"Could be better when you lose that attitude of yours. I swear, letting you mingle in the police station is a dreadful idea. It's clearly making you act more manly as it is when you have the looks of an Indian goddess." Leroy said dramatically which made Hiram scowl beside him. I mean racist much? I'm not even part Indian for that matter.

Leroy works as the head manager in the mall and wasn't really used to the action filled life good versus evil. He's more of the office workers versus annoying costumers which in my opinion gives a lot more stress than having a job like a cop's. Trust me, yelling costumers are not to be messed with.

"Well excuse you for letting one of our daughters visit me during my break and I assure you the men at work are all sweethearts that they even pose as a great influence towards Santana, if not I will personally see to it." He said as he stood up from the table, kissed Leroy and Rachel on the cheek good bye then proceeded to ruffle my head since I told him I don't really do intimate kisses. Too gross for my comfort.

Leroy was about to go too but he handed us a long list of groceries that cause me to remember that they said they were going to be home late today for a business dinner date he was attending with Hiram later that evening and apparently we have low food supply in the kitchen.

"I take it that you girls can take care of yourself until we get back?" Leroy asked us, eyeing the both of us but clearly looked at me longer than Rachel.

"Don't worry daddy, I won't let San out of my sight. I promise." Rachel said with a grin and a bit of bread crumbs on her face. Sigh, ever the daddy's little girl. I rolled my eyes at that thought which unfortunately for me Leroy caught.

"I mean it Santana, no funny business. I don't want to get another rumour out of the blue, saying a certain Latina lit up fire crackers in some famous commercial actor's pants."

"That wasn't me!" Totally me and in my defence, the prick saw it coming with him bragging all over town that he's totally the hottest guy in here then tried to flirt with every chick in just because it would be awesome if they hang out with him and would totally increase their rep if they did.

This includes Rachel and me who were just hanging out in the local library. Total douche in my books since he really can't keep his eyes stay out of my boobs plus I can always say I was protecting Rachel from the big scary horny pig. I say, "Besides, you have no proof or whatsoever to even pin that blame on me."

"Oh believe me I know it's you, Santana. Much I hated the guy for acting like a total hormonal barbarian but I don't want you getting into more trouble." Leroy then proceeded to kiss both our cheeks, much to my annoyance then followed Hiram out of the house. We on the other hand proceeded to finish our breakfast before readying ourselves to head out also.

~~Renegade~~

"So what's first on the list?" Rachel asked me once we were standing before the push carts all lined up neatly at the side of the supermarket. But instead of answering her question I tear the list into two equally, giving the other half to Rachel.

"Let's just split up and get what we need. It's a faster that way." I said as I waited for Rachel to get the freaking piece of paper already which she continued to ignore and just stare at me dumbly.

"What?" I glared at her through my glasses which Hiram gave to me albeit a little confused a year ago when I asked him if I can have his spare.

"What the heck are you wearing!?" Rachel hissed at me as she looks at the loose long sleeve red checker blouse that Hiram lent me with the white tank top beneath and black cargo pants that was clearly way too big for me and my worn out all stars sneakers. I have my hair up on a tight ponytail since it's a bit hot.

"What am I wearing? What are you wearing? You look like a dressed up 70's doll gone wrong" I told her while scrutinizing her chosen outfit, a maroon knitted sweater wear a reindeer was sawn in the middle, a short skirt coupled with a pair of white knee socks and doll shoes.

"I am but voicing out my inner thoughts that change is portrayed from own self's outer image thus I have made it a point to change my outfit to let the world now that the old Rachel Berry is no more and the new Rachel Berry will start living her new life now." Rachel said dramatically.

"By wearing animal sweaters in the middle of this damn heat?" I asked with my eyebrow raised at her which she scoffs off in return.

"Oh please Santana, you and I knew that what you're wearing right now is no better in the heat resistance department and may I add, sexuality department."

"Are you saying I'm not that hot Berry? Because the way I see it, I would totally whoop your ass to oblivion by the end of this shopping trip." I told her as I got nearer her, forcing half of the list into her open palm.

"Fine, person who gets out with a number from a total stranger wins plus the loser gets to do what the winner has to say. Anything." Rachel said as she turns herself while pushing the nearest push cart towards the entrance of the supermarket without even glancing back at me.

I smirk at her, she was totally going down thanks to my abuelo's training. She shouldn't make bets she obviously can't win.

To tell you honestly, I didn't really needed glasses. Especially the dorky grandfather glasses Hiram gave to me because I have a 20/20 perfectly clear vision. But I needed them for two things, one it makes my eye sight a bit blurry which is a good thing since I am a bit paranoid with the people around me. I knew that not all people living in Lima are there itching to kill me but this doesn't stop my instincts from strangling the nearest person who so much sneak up on me. Thus I think the grandfather glasses makes my reactions slower giving me time to think things through before I even accidentally strangle another by passer again.

So with that in mind, I removed the glasses on my face and tucked it in my back jeans. Then proceeded to remove the checkered blouse and tie it around my waist. But not before tucking out my tank top and ripping a third of it horizontally from the bottom, showing of my abs and the top view of my breasts. I can buy another one anyways. I let loosed my hair from the confines of my ponytail and comb with my fingers to give it more volume. My pants are low enough to show the top of my pelvic bone, so I didn't bother to fix it. I bought out my red lipstick which I admit was one of the few make up I use on myself for emergencies such as this. I applied it on my pouty lips before hiding it at my back pocket.

I then proceeded on pushing the cart and following Rachel inside the supermarket.

I was about to go in through the doors when suddenly something, or rather someone ran into me. We fell on the pavement with me on the bottom and the person on top of me groaning.

"The hell?" I groaned out feeling slightly dizzy and out of place all of the sudden. I had my eyes closed, willing the dizziness to go away. The person, who I determined to be a woman since I can clearly feel her chest pushing up on mine, groaned out an apology before lifting herself slightly to look at me.

"I'm sorry are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I?" Her voice was a bit husky. Not as husky and raspy as mine but dare I say it, it's like an angel's voice and I wondered then if that angelic voice was accompanied with an angel's face.

I slowly open my eyes and saw locks of short blonde hair then as I slowly let my gaze go down. I was greeted by the most mesmerizing hazel with a slight tinge of green eyes that suddenly made what little breathe I was taking in, blow away completely.

Author's Notes (Again): a bit OCC i guess since i'm still struggling of how am I going to portray Santana as a nerd when she's hot as hell and clearly not a nerd. lol.

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