AN- Thanks for my lovely reviewers: RabbitSniper, BetTheDuckisInTheHat, Heyaismylife and Peaceagent15 for just being awesome.

Just to add when I was planning this story I really didn't expect Santana and Britt to have already met by this point. (But they did and all is happy in the world) there was a bit more build-up.

So this is the same day in Santana's point of view (You'd get it if you read the title of the chapter...did you see what I did there? I'm so good haha) and how that works out for her.

Disclaimer-I still don't own Glee

M- for violence, language and lady loving in later chapters.

Santana's POV

I hate this place, I fucking hates the cold. But nooooo I get dropped into this icy wasteland all on my own. I know my element is fire and all, but sweet jesus it's way less than freezing here. I go through the plan that's been drilled into my head since I got a special one on one briefing with Sue. Well kind of. She was still on a screen and still hurling insults at me. Fun Times.

Get dropped off at a secure location. Check. By the way first and last time that I will ever go in a helicopter, how safe even are they? Walk the 'short' distance to the enemy location. Check-ish. Well I'm doing that now and I'm sure as hell not enjoying it. Make your way in. That was basically it, no schematics of the base, no plan, just get in. Get evidence of experimentation and disrupt the process as much as you can. This bit sounds fun as hell, it's basically smashing shit up and then grabbing something that kind of links to experiments. Score. Then get the hell out of there. Simple if you think about it really.

Trudging through the snow in the general direction I was shown the pilot just pointed vaguely into the distance saying it was just a few miles that way. Yes a few MILES I mean what the hell why wasn't I given a badass snowmobile or something instead of ruining my shoes/clothes/hair as soon as I stepped out from the cosy warmth of the helicopter I begin to regret my choice of outfit for this current activity… Okay so I knew I was going to the arctic, but I knew I wouldn't be cold. I mean come on I'm fire people! But in hindsight maybe skinny jeans, a vest top and my cool-as-fuck leather jacket may not have been the best idea. Don't even get me started on my converse, as soon as I stepped into the snow they became a soggy mess. I really reeeeeallly want to use my powers to make then just a teeny tiny bit warmer so they at least become dry, but I know I'm so damn unlucky I'll end up burning them to a crisp…

Squinting into the distance I see a grey mass that I'm guessing is where I need to be heading. I mean who else would decide to build anything out here at all. I mean why? Why? Would you build anything else but a secret base in an empty pile of snow void of anything for miles? Well I'm glad it's not snowing, I suppose that's one good thing about this whole damn situation. When I look back at least I can say to people 'Hey at least there wasn't a blizzard that one time I was trying to break into that top secret place!' becoming bored with simply walking I decided to have fun playing a little. Positioning my fingers so the first two were pointing out to my side (like a gun shape) and shot a thin line of fire from them. My mouth twitching into a smile as I began to create swirling patterns in the snow where they were melting and re-freezing as I moved the flame away. It's kind of beautiful really

Nearing the building I could see that it appeared to be pretty modern, looking like a football stadium in its shape. Its smooth, windowless steel walls making it look like an impenetrable fortress. As well as it being perched on top of a large snow drift with scattered pine trees around the entrance makes it all the more ominous. Gazing up I could see a crudely made path where multiple vehicles had flattened the pristine white snow and left a compact walkway after the same way being reused. Also to the left of the road was a lovely (again steel, what's with all the damn steel) road sign carved with the words "Genexel Corp. Headquarters" my eyes pretty much bugged out and I am so close to banging my head of the sign repeatedly Who does that? Who picks THE most secret place on the damn earth to conceal your HQ then has a sign to announce it to the world…if it's so secret you wouldn't need a sign because you'd just know what is was I mean is it in case someone gets the wrong evil secret lair in the middle of the arctic? I swear my eye is twitching trying to contain the anger towards these idiots. Speaking of these idiots there's a strange sense of calm, there are no guards, no trucks, no nothing. At this point I thought I would have to go all James Bond and be scaling up the walls or back flipping out of sight from enemies. Instead I'm literally walking up the road to the front door.

When I reach it however, I can guarantee that it won't be an easy feat to get in. Maybe that's why there's no guards, because they're confident that no one would be stupid enough to try and get in and it's impossible. You could see the shape of the door about 20ft high indented into the side of the building, but there's no buttons or handles or anything to get in. I also wonder if I'm on CCTV but if I am clearly no ones done anything about me being here. Maybe they're all just laughing at me because I won't be able to get into the place. I frown. There's no way I'll be able to melt solid steel quick enough for it to be sneaky in any way. (that and it would be totally exhausting for me) I consider, leaning back against a tree, that it may be a possibility for me to burn this mini-forest down to create a distraction while I slip in. That's a stupid idea Maybe not. I figured that the door must be like a medieval drawbridge that would be lowered out, meaning the reason I cant get it open is due to it needing to be opened from the inside.

"Sandbags"

Jesus take the wheel! I'm hallucinating. Death is approaching. I can see the light.

"Sandbags" the unmistakable voice of Sue Sylvester was talking to me. Looking around to see if she was going to emerge from somewhere unexpected Am I dead? Is this real life? What's happening? "Sandbags please tell me you didn't forget you were wearing an earpiece" I can almost see her face palming as she says it.

Oh yeah!

"No. No of course not" I scoffed "Just took a while to…make out what you were saying" Perfect. that sounds like a valid excuse "Hey wait if you could talk to me how come you let me walk about 5 miles and didn't keep me company" I crossed my arms scowling at no one in particular.

"To put it simply taco muncher, I have better things to do with my time than to babysit you "

Taco Muncher? I-I can't even…what a bitch.

"What do you want now then Sue?" I say through gritted teeth, as much as I would love to go all Lima Heights…she's still my ride out of here.

"Well I want you to get your ass in gear and get into the damn place and get out!" she screams into my ear causing me to wince "You've wasted to much time already. I could have crawled those 5 miles quicker while pulling a truck with my teeth. Back in my day that was a training exercise..."

What the hell is she going on about and how does she know that I'm not in already. Well Santana maybe because she needs to keep an eye on you if there's any trouble...Is she expecting trouble? Or maybe she's just being safe. Calm your tits. Zoning back in I managed to catch the last line of Sue's monologue.

"...if you don't get some evidence and get out in three hours I'm leaving you in this damn place"

I hear static for a moment before total silence assuming she had cut off communication for the time being. I started grinding my teeth looking around for something I could use to gain entry. I now had a time limit and I needed to be as quick as possible. Internally groaning when my eyes catch sight on something to the right of a tree a few yards away from the actual doorway.

I can't believe I'm doing this heating up my hands so they start glowing red hot This is so cliché I may actually cry as I place my hand on either side of the sigh air vent. Yup, this is such a cheesy 90's Kim Possible style way of doing things but yes, at least I'm getting in to the fucking place. Chuckling to myself slightly I loved that show, I could totally see myself as Shego…hot babe with hotter hands. Sound familiar? As I watched the edges begin to slowly melt away from the wall. I pulled gently, causing the whole thing to come loose. Make my way in. Check.

Crawling through the vents was taking much longer than I thought it would…ever. In a lifetime. I was shuffling through the constricted space (barely big enough for me to crawl through and I ain't no fatty) with my left arm in front of me, holding flames in the palm of my hand. Meaning I wouldn't be banging into the sides or face first into a wall. That would be great. Thank god I figured out years ago that I can actually control the temperature of my fire. So right now if a 'normal' person passed their hand through it, there would be no screaming or blistering skin but a pleasant tingle of fuzzy warmness Did I really just say that? I need to get out these vents soon because I'm clearly getting delirious. Probably lack of oxygen. I really wish I'd thought of a better plan or had a map because clearly I have no idea where I'm going right now.

I've been crawling for half an hour and right now is the first time that I have seen light creep in from anywhere but my hand. Immediately halting my flames I slowly crawled over to the bars that were a few feet ahead of me. Adjusting my body so that I was lying flat to look through them. oh great an empty corridor, that'll help me figure out where the fuck I am. groaning quietly at how unprepared I am for anything I make the decision that I'm going to have to get out of this vent and explore (As much as I'd love to stay here and live amongst the cobwebs and dust) Pressing my face against the cool metal of the bars I look around again, where are all the damn people? Is this a trap? deciding I need to gets my sneaky Santana on (aka I need to be as quiet as possible) and finally escape from the claustrophobia of the vent I started to heat up my hands in order to remove the bars as I had before.

Shit. Please don't fall. Please don't fall. Please don't fall. I had definitely messed this graceful exit up…sure if I was Quinn I could have effortlessly sailed to the floor using my magical Air powers but no. Fire won't give me a safe landing. I had turned myself around in the vent in order to go feet first. Slipping my right leg out had been easy, the second one, not so much. As soon as I lowered my left leg out I began sliding out of the vent quicker than I thought I would. Which has led to me grasping at the very edge of the vent with my fingertips. Swinging above the floor, very much afraid of falling, even though I'm going to have to (because I can't climb back up) Curse this deceptively high ceiling I close my eyes and drop. My legs instinctively bending, bracing for the impact of the solid floor beneath. I land with a very ungraceful thudding noise. Slowly beginning to open my eyes I'm able to tell that I have neither broken anything or alerted anyone. Standing up straight I look back up to the vent I'd just come from heh piece of cake giving a small fist pump before breaking into a small jog down the corridor.

Everything looks the fucking same. Just endless doors upon doors. After the first few attempts of getting in I realized it would be useless. They were high security doors. Requiring pass codes and cards and shit to get through. (That didn't stop me trying to get in though) allowing myself to giggle slightly at the thought of someone seeing the first door I came across. Now blackened with scorch marks and the security panel a molten mess. Running my hand through my long dark hair I sighed. I really needed to get some info for Sylvester. I can't be the reason loads of fucked up versions of elementals are going to start appearing.

After walking down the repetitive white corridors (I stopped jogging when I realized I had no clue where I was going. Literally going nowhere fast) I realized I had no idea what the time was or how I was even meant to judge the three hours I was given. Just adding to my list of shit that I need to deal with right now. I froze when I heard footsteps coming from around the corner, barely audible, but definite footsteps. I decided I was going to be brave. Igniting my hands I began to inch forward against the wall. Slowing to a stop when I reached the corner. Breathing hard I turned my head so I could see who this unknown enemy was. Only to see a doctor escorting a blond girl down yet another hallway, turning out of view down around another corner before I had a chance to attack (or run away). Deciding it would be a stupid idea to attack I headed in the opposite direction from where they had come.

As I walked down my selected path I sensed this one was different. I could hear screams echoing from within certain rooms and it made me shiver slightly. This part has to be where the 'experiment rooms' are The doors seemed even more high security and were bigger in size than the others. At the end of the walkway there was a window, spanning the entire length of the wall. I slowly crept over to it, wary as I now knew people were about. As I got there I leaned forward, pressing my hand against the glass in order to peer through. My eyes widened in shock.

One side of the room was completely covered in shadow. The only dim light coming from 4 glass tubes that held what looked like 4 separate people? curled up in the foetal position within each individual liquid fulled tube. It's hard to make out with the poor lighting but you could sure make out the shape of the bodies and hair floating above them. I tear my eyes away to look at the other side of the room. This is more illuminated but I have to close my eyes and look away immediately. A boy, about my age, is strapped down on an operating table. Five or so doctors working quickly around him, his legs bent at improbable angles. That would have been enough to make me turn away, but it's his screaming that makes me run.

I don't run anywhere in particular, I don't have the luxury of knowing where I'm headed. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try to run from what I've just witnessed How many do they have? and what was wrong with him? I shook my head to try to rid my mind of the images and end up running straight into a 'doctor' Well done. Really smooth thinking you can run around and not be noticed by anyone. Doesn't help if you're just running into them now before he could make a move to grab me I push away from him and sprint in the other direction. Seeing as 'Sneaky Santana' is totally out of the question now I start throwing fire in all directions in the hope that I can confuse (and maybe hurt) the guy trying to chase me. It hasn't been more than a minute before alarms are blaring although I can't be sure if it's because I'm here or because there's fire (which I guess is still me)

As I'm running I notice that the doors are becoming less and less high security. Also that at this moment no one seems to be chasing me although that damn alarm's still on determined that everyone would think I would be too stupid to even think about hiding I make the decision to pick one of these offices? to hide in. eenie meenie You! I thought as I shoulder barged one of the doors down before slamming it shut behind me. Resting against it with my eyes shut please be empty panting and trying to get my breath back to normal. Well no one's said anything or grabbed me yet

My eyes slowly opened and scanned the room, it looked pretty typical apart from. Oh god there is a person here. It's a girl. A hot-as-fuck girl. A hot-as-fuck-I-think-I'm-in-love-already girl. A hot-as-fuck-I-think-I'm-in-love-already-dear-god-she-might-as-well-be-naked-in-that-outfit girl. I managed a shaky smile in the direction of the blonde. Not wanting to talk and ruin the moment. Closing my eyes again and breathing out to calm myself down in her presence.

"H-Hey" I heard coming from her. She sounds so small and lost. I know that at this moment she isn't one of the bad guys.

My eyes open again. Yes she's still there I listen at the door for a few seconds. I can't hear anything but the alarms. Glancing back over to the girl I can't help but think how breathtakingly beautiful she is, but how confusion is etched into her beautiful eyes. Right I've got to be smooth. Show her some Lopez charm. I make up my mind to get a drink before I attempt to speak to her because the way she's looking at me is making my mouth dry. I fill the cup and down it in one. Hoping she can't hear the sizzle of my lips evaporating some of it. Crush the cup and fling it to the floor why did you do that? There's a perfectly good bin over there. God help you if she hates people who litter. I look into her light blue eyes and wink.

"Hey yourself"

Oooh what's going to happen. How are they going to get out of this? ('cause I sure as hell don't know yet ;) )

OH! and I've been meaning to mention that if you're wondering about the 'symbols' that are marked on each of the elementals I doodled them and they're here (rawrjaws . deviantart #/ d53054w) just remove the spaces...

So I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter. I'm pretty unsure on my feelings towards it myself. So review please. (I'm resorting to practically begging here people...)