Chapter 2: Focus On Me!
A.N. You guys ate that first chapter up. I'm glad you liked it. This story will probably be a lot longer than my other stories plan to be. And more than likely a sequel will be in place.
Oh, and to that Guest that thought I spelled Clayten wrong, I know how to spell it. I spelled it like that on purpose. Just be glad I didn't spell it like this: Klaetun. And don't any of you act like it doesn't spell Clayton. Sound it out.
- Jessica
Merry Christmas! Or happy Hanukkah! Or Happy birthday! Or Merry happy Kwanzaa. I don't know what you celebrate.
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Quinn sat in her bedroom, aimlessly drawing. As this went on her picture started to take shape. Unsurprisingly, it was another portrait of Flare.
She just couldn't seem to get the superhero out of her head.
There was also an familiar air to her (she assumed it was a her). Maybe it was the long raven locks, or the mannerisms. She didn't know. She just felt like she met this person before.
She did know she wanted to see her again. So she did want she was told.
She lit a match.
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Santana sat in the den with Matt, Clayten, and Brittany. There was something rather important she needed to tell them.
"Um, guys. There's something I need to tell you. Actually, it's probably better if I showed you." She said standing up apprehensive.
The group immediately listened to the girl. She had their complete and undivided attention.
"Okay, Um. Clayten, I want you to punch me as hard as you can." The soccer player looked at her like she had grown another head.
"What?"
"Trust me on this. Punch me." Santana commanded. Clayten stood up albeit reluctantly.
"If you're sure." Santana readied herself for the impact. Clayten pulled back his fist and landed his fist right own Santana's jaw.
Her head bobbled a little which confused her. If Clayten was human, then that punched shouldn't have even tickled.
She looked at him for a second. Her brows furrowed, while she bit her lower lip.
"Uh oh. She's got that look. She's going to start nerding." Brittany noticed. They all ignored her.
"Aye, did someone just light a match in here?" Santana asked sniffing the air. The others look at her funny.
"Uh, no. I smell it too though. Only in certain places." Matt spoke with a slight huff to his voice.
"It smells like someone just lit a match." Clayten recognized starting to smell it too.
That's when it hit Santana. Right in the nose.
"Just light a match. it's Quinn." Santana said ripping off her shirt, to reveal a tank top underneath with Flare's logo on it. Then, pulling down her pants much to the disapproval of her friends. They soon quieted upon realizing she had on a pair of matching joggers. Running out the door at slightly above human speed, taking a sleeveless red jean vest with her.
Quinn needed her and she was going to be there for her.
Clayten, Brittany, and Matt stared at the door in absolute confusion and disbelief.
"Dudes. My sister's a superhero!" Matt exclaims through the same gruff voice.
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Quinn stood by her window waiting not that patiently for her savior.
She heard a whoosh behind her swiftly turning around to be met with a newly dress Flare.
"How'd you get in?" The blonde asked trying to get her breathing back under control.
"Front door. It was unlocked."
"That's really lame and extremely underwhelming. So, what's with the new outfit? " She asked again stepping closer to the superhero.
"It's not new. I wear it under my clothes. Business casual. In case of emergency." The masked girl inquired trying to coax it out of Quinn that she knew what she meant.
"Oh, okay. I get it." The blonde assured taking another step closer. Now the only thing separating them, the queen size bed and Flare's mask. To be honest, she's kind of okay with it. "Can you like, fly without your cape?" Quinn asked finding now that Flare was here she had absolutely nothing to talk about.
"Um, yeah they're kind of just for show." The superhero answered just as uneasily. Why was she here in the first place?
"Quinn? Was there an actual emergency you needed me for or...?" She trailed off, waiting for Quinn to finish her sentence.
"No. I just really wanted to see you. And thank you again for saving me the other night." Her voice dropped an octave as she crawled across her large bed. Suddenly, the blonde gained some confidence from an unknown.
Santana backed up slowly. It was not good for her health to ever be that close to Quinn Fabray without initiating the contact.
"Quinn? Whatcha doing?" She chuckled nervously. As her back hit the wall Quinn slid in front of her. The blonde's piercing blue eyes staring back at her. Wait, since when are they blue?
"I just wanted to thank you properly." The blonde whispered seductively in her ear causing her to shiver.
'Come on Santana think! Think!... Wait! Connect to Asterias!' Santana placated herself before having an idea. She could talk to Asterias like a normal person could talk to Siri.
'Yes, Miss Santana?' Asterias voice sounded in her invisible ear piece she was always wearing. Just, in her head, and without 5he expensive plastic phone people carry around/
Meanwhile, Quinn was sucking on her pulse point making the raven haired girl keen under her.
'Get me out of here!' She screeched in her mind.
'As you wish Miss Santana.' Seconds after Asterias left the door bell rung, causing Quinn to begrudgingly go downstairs to get it and Santana an escape route.
As soon as she heard the door open she ran and jumped off the balcony successfully landing in the neighbors backyard.
She soon blasted off in to the dusky night sky.
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"Sorry I left so abruptly." Santana mumbled as she sat in the basement with her friends and brother.
She had brought them down to run some blood samples to see how Clayten was able to punch her.
Everybody seemed normal until she came across a seriously messed up extra chromosome.
"Asterias, what the fuck is that?" She asked absolutely appalled. It's in a weird 'x' shape and is glowing slightly.
"That would be a mutation, Miss." Asterias answered pulling up a website dedicated to these so called 'mutations'.
"Whoa! That's in me? That's apart of my genes?" Clayten asked, staring intently at the chromosome.
"Yes, Mister Clayten. It seems you are what most people call a mutant. I have yet to analyze your super power you most likely have generated." Asterias pulled up a website about mutants. A picture of a school came up also.
"Charles Xavier, head honcho of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters. Ha ha. That's funny." Santana chuckled.
Brittany looked at her like she had grown to heads, obviously confused. Clayten and Matt weren't that far off, either.
"It's funny because, there's been a place for weirdos like us all this time and we just now found it senior year. It's ironic really." She answered with a dark air. The others seemed to caught on but not finding it nearly as funny.
"Incoming video call from, Enrique Lopez." Asterias robotic voice broke the them out of there dark and dangerous stupor.
"Hey, daddy. "Hi, dad." Santana and Matt greeted as soon as they saw their father on screen.
Enrique Lopez was a handsome man. Tall and dark. He was a shade darker than Santana, she mainly took after her mom. Not that the girl would know.. He rarely talks about her. There aren't even any pictures in the house. Sometimes she wonders if Enrique made her and her brother like that dude made the Powerpuff girls.
"Hello, my children. Okay, so I don't have much time. It's perfect that your all together. I'm assuming you figured out that Britt, Clay, and Matt are mutants." The man rushed. His voice crackling and the video reception was bad.
"Papi, if Matt is a mutant and it's because of a gene why am I not one?" Santana asked her father. This was really confusing her. Hell, everything was confusing her. She wondered if this is how Brittany felt.
"It's a gene. It got passed down to him and not to you." Enrique looked a little constipated, like he knew what the next question would be but he rather die then answer it.
"Who'd it get passed down from?" Asked Matt, he was on a smaller monitor looking up something.
Everybody always thought he was just some dumb jock. He was far from it.
"Umm, not me?" The man on the screen answered though it came out as more of a question.
"Dad! What are you not telling us?" Santana slammed her hand on the stainless steel table top.
"Calm down, mija." Santana took a few deep breaths.
"Sorry, I always go to the yelling place." She excused.
"Okay, I need the four of you to listen very carefully. Your mother, Angelica Jones, was a mutant with fire powers. She been off the grid since you guys were born. I don't know why. She just up and left with nothing as simpl note. I kept it from you to keep you safe. There's someone after you because of her and there close. They won't revenge. I can sense it. They're powerful, very powerful. I need you to recruit your glee club members some of them are also mutants. I'm sending you a list of who you need. Train them and prepare. Asterias will help you with the rest." The video cut out before Santana could say anything else.
"Holy fuck." Clayten whispered.
"You can say that again."
"Holy fuck."
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Santana walked into McKinley with a pep in her step.
She was striding towards her locker when she was brutally shoved into it. Her brain rattled in her skull from the impact.
The girl looked up from her place on the ground was instantly met with the psychotic, constipated baby face of one Finn Hudson. She groaned, and flopped back on the ground before getting up with vigor. She was tired of Finn and his god complex.
As she stalked up to the gigantic boy, she felt those eyes on her again. She couldn't pin point it because everyone was staring at them.
"What the fuck is your problem, Finn!?" She screeched, absolutely livid. She could feel the heat radiating off her.
"Your my problem!" He screeched back, with just as much venom.
"Why, Baby Dick? What have I ever done to you?" By this point she just really wanted to know. They used to be the best of friends. She wanted to know what happened, and maybe fix it.
She got closer to him, trying to get him to look her in the eyes.
"Get away from me you f-freak!" He sputtered losing his confidence. The boy was all talk.
"Why? Are you scared?" She asked trying not to laugh.
"N-no! I just don't want you to infect me with your disease." The boy looked proud of himself for his quick thinking.
"What disease.?" The secret superhero beyond confused.
"The one that makes you have a dick! That's right, Santana Lopez is a chick with a dick!"
Santana stood frozen in the eerily quiet hallway.
After a few agonizing seconds the girl started laughing. Like full on, hold your belly, slap your knee laughing.
"Is that what this is about? You're making my life hell because, my dick is bigger than yours?! Ha ha. Oh my god, that's rich. It's not a disease Finnept, I'm intersex."
Not knowing what to do and thoroughly embarrassed Finnocence threw a wild punch catching Santana in the jaw.
This caused the girl to stop her laughter. It's not like it hurt, her head didn't even move. She was just surprised he actually did it.
"Did you just punch me?" She asked incredulously.
He answered her with a (if she were human) devastating punch to her stomach. She still didn't budge.
This just made the jolly green giant even more furious. He punched her again, and again until a teacher decided to do their job and come out of a classroom.
"Hey! Hey! What's going on here?" Mr. Dumbass asked. Santana gave him a 'really?' look before dropping to the floor in fake pain clutching everything he hit. Which cool coincidentally was everything.
"He hit me,... Mr. Lohanna! Oh the pains. The various pains." The 'hurt' girl stopped in the middle of her sentence to look at the nameless teachers ID badge. She knew it was a little over the top but she had to get her point across. She even squeezed out some tears for effect.
"Finn! Go to the office! Santana, to the nurse. The rest of you get to class." No one moved.
"He said get to class!" Coach Sylvester yelled. Where had she come from?
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Santana walked down the hall with a ice pack she didn't need when she was suddenly pulled into a classroom.
"What the hell!?" Screeched coming face to face with the person who pulled her in to the classroom.
Quinn.
"What's happening? What do you want? Why did you pull me in here?" She couldn't help but fire off all those questions at once and she was confused. Come to think of it she was more and more confused with each passing day. That can't possibly be a good thing.
"Aye, calm down! I need to talk to you about something." The blonde said her voice husky and directly in Santana's ear.
Uh-oh. She was losing control of the situation and quick. To calm her nerves the brunette took a deep breath and closes her eyes.
"Quinn, what do you want?" Santana grabbed the blonde's hips to push her away from her body.
"I want you." The blonde replied airily. This was the first time Santana was able to look into her eyes.
They were blue like the night before at Quinn's house. The brunette looked in deep and was struck with a familiarity.
These were Brittany eyes.
"Britt?" Quinn's body(?) Laughed and giggled in a almost to Brittany like gesture before her body sort of phased into a taller blonde one it was supposed to be in.
"Brittany? What the fuck?" Santana blinked owlishly mouth agape.
"Sanny! Look I just my second power!" Santana's facial expression had yet to change.
"Second? What's the first one?"
"Mind control." The blonde said simply. Oh so that must have been what happened with Quinn at her place. This revelation caused a pang of sadness to creep through her heart. It was saddening to think that the hazel eyed girl was not actually coming on to her.
"Why, Britt?" She asked eyes cast down to the floor.
"Because, you've been such a stressed panda lately. I know you have a little crush on Quinnie-the-pooh, so I thought of the to of you got your sweet lady kisses you would be the funner San I know and love." She ended with a smile.
The Latina sighed. Britt meant well.
"It's okay, Britt. Just next time don't use your powers unless you absolutely need to. Oh, and funner is not a word."
The blonde nodded and then bounded out of the room towards the choir room.
Santana soon followed.
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The Latina whistled into the choir room pretending not to notice all of the stares she was getting.
"What the fuck are you geeks staring at?" She asked stunning them into silence.
"Technically you can't use that term considering your probably the most geekiest person in this room." Artie pointed out from a corner.
"Did I asked you, Hot wheels?" Santana snapped not even looking in his direction.
"No, ma'am."
"Didn't think so. Okay, you probably all heard about my scuffle with dough boy. So, in his douchey honor I want to sing a song dedicated to his tall ass." Everyone just stared.
She grab a stray electric guitar and started.
You told me I was lucky,
To have my chance with you.
Now last year's summer romance,
Is this year's winter blues.
I treated you so nicely,
To jewelry, and champagne,
But you left me empty handed,
Yeah, you left me feeling
Play-ay-ayed
Now I hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's kind of crappy
What you did this holiday?
When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along
And it goes,
"Merry Christmas, kiss my ass!"
They say I'm losing my mind,
I thought that for a while,
I tear down decorations
They remind me of your smile.
I hate that mistletoe,
It makes me think of our first kiss,
You bit my lip, you pulled me close,
And then you taught me how to quit.
Now I hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's kind of crappy
What you did this holiday?
When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash.
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along,
And it goes,
"Merry Christmas, kiss my ass"
So sick of calling,
You won't telephone me,
No, fuck you girl, I'm going out.
I gave you my all,
But our love hit a wall, now,
I'm jingle belling,
And everyone's yelling,
We'll drink 'til the bars shut us down.
Ain't that just what Christmas is all about?
And I hope, hope you're happy with yourself,
'Cause I'm not laughing, (not laughing)
Don't you think it's so damn trashy
What you did this holiday?
(So trashy)
I gave you my heart, (heart)
You ripped it apart
Like the wrapping paper trash (wrapping paper trash)
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along,
Here it goes,
"Merry Christmas, (bitch), kiss my ass."
As Santana finished the song and the room sat incomplete silence she felt the eyes on her, followed by a slow clap.
She looked in the trophy case seeing Mr. Shuester's reflection glaring straight at the back of her head.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.
"Great job, Santana. Now head to principal Figgins office." He said in a menacing calm voice.
Not bothering to argue the brunette heading out the door, maybe that was a little uncalled for.
She sighed walking right passed the principal's office.
Might as well get started on that list. She pulled the crumbled sticky note out of her back pocket as she sat down in her car.
Recruit:
Clayten
Matt
Brittany
Quinn
Kurt
Blaine
Sam
Artie
Mike
Tina
Puck
Rachel
Mercedes