This story is loosely based on Sense8 as some of you have noticed. I have no idea why I keep on thinking of such crazy stories.

No freaking idea.

Anyways, enjoy, my friends.

As usual, I do not own anything but that story.

"That's the worst storm I have ever witnessed", nurse Annie said to her workmate that was busy putting another newborn baby into an empty bed of the nursery room "I hope it will stop soon, or else, my plants in my garden will be destroyed."

With a concerned face expression, she stared out of the window, raindrops were running down the glass pane.

Outside, a thunderstorm was blustering, the wind was so strong it just knocked down a couple who hurried to the entrance of the hospital, it was raining buckets.

Annie wiped away the sweat from her forehead. "That's the tenth baby, the beds are all taken now. Why are there so many births lately?"

Her workmate, Irma, shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe people have gotten too dumb to protect themselves while they-" With a gesture, she showed Annie what she didn't want to say out loud.

Irma needed to laugh. "Someone's suggestive. Or are you just horny? When was the last time you have been shagging a guy?"

"I am pan, Irm. I could as well have been shagging a woman", Annie corrected her.

Irma threw her a pitiful glance. "Did you already come out to your parents?"

The other nurse shook her head while she toyed with a blond baby's hand.

"And why not? I mean your parents are great, they wouldn't judge you."

"This are the nineties, Irm. Of course, they would judge me." She sighed deeply and turned away from the other nurse. "The world just isn't ready yet." Smiling in a sad way, she pointed at the babies that were fortunately sleeping now, despite the horrible storm outside. "But maybe, it will be when those babies are grown up. Let's hope that those kids get the chance to be themselves."

Irma stepped closer to her friend and patted her shoulder. She didn't know what to say. "You know what?", she spoke up after a while. "I know what will cheer you up: A hot chocolate latte. Come on, let's get you one from the cafeteria. My treat."

Annie shrugged, so Irma took her by the arm and led her out of the nursery room.

As soon as they had left the room, lighting suddenly struck the hospital's building, and also the nursery room. All the lights went out, the sleeping babies in the nursery room woke up and started crying ear-piercingly when a small lightning spark electrified the bars of their beds.

But for some inexplicable, mysterious reason, not even one of them was injured, or affected by the shock.

For now.

-Today-

Miami, Florida

With a fake seductive smile, Santana Lopez leaned against the polebar and glided down in a slow way, showing off her butt in a fiery red G-string and moving to the beat of the loud, obscene music.

"Sexy!", the men slurred, throwing dollar bills to her direction. "Put off your bra!"

Santana stuffed the dollar bills into her bra, suppressing an insulting comment. Instead, she pulled one of the men closer by his tie and flashed her best flirtatious stage smile.

Said man looked more than aroused according to his lustful glance, and Santana was glad that his gaydar seemed to be broken as well.

Because the more oblivious they were, the higher her tip would be. Who knew, maybe she would be able to afford that sexy cashmere coat one day.

But first, she needed to bite her tongue and be nice to those horny perverts, make them feel like she was actually into them.

Dani, one of the other strippers dancing next to her, winked at her as if she wanted to say: 'Only a couple more minutes until we can call it a day, hold on.'

So Santana refrained herself from rolling her eyes when the men started drooling after she let them sniff on her bra.

Seattle, Washington

Frustrated, Kurt Hummel put down his pen and rubbed his forehead. Did he just imagine it, or did he just hear loud music with inappropriate, not PG-rated lyrics? For a split second, he had seen how half naked women around him were dancing to explicit music. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Maybe, he just watched to much TV lately.

Because now, he was sitting on the couch of his silent living room, trying to sketch designs. His neighbors were on vacation, so he probably just imagined things.

Sighing deeply, he got up from the couch and walked over to the window of his living room. Outside, it was raining, when he looked down his apartment window, he could see people underneath countless umbrellas in different colors that were hurrying down the street.

Now at seven pm, the streets were crowded with people that wanted to go/drive home, the traffic jam was never ending, car drivers were honking impatiently.

Kurt startled when his doorbell suddenly rang, and went to the entrance door to answer it. And was more than surprised about the visitor.

"Finn?"

New York City, New York

"Okay, guys, that's enough for today. Now, go home and rehearse all the dance steps we learned this session."

The children didn't quite hear anymore what she was saying, they had already gathered their belongings and left the dance studio, chatting loudly with each other.

Rachel Berry wiped away her sweat with her handkerchief and sat down on her stool beside the piano to take a sip of her water bottle. The next classes would be in one and a half hour, until then, she still had time for going over to Subway and have a snack.

So she grabbed her coat and her bonnet, locked the dance studio and left the building of the Juilliard School, whistling Don't Rain on My Parade on her way.

New Orleans, Louisiana

"Dude, why the hell are you whistling that gay song of that Streisand chick?", Jake Puckerman asked his older brother Noah "Puck" Puckerman while they were sneaking into a house with their guns in their hands.

Puck shrugged. "No idea, man. I was in the mood for Streisand I guess."

When Jake wanted to open the apartment door, it was locked. He exchanged glances with Puck.

"NOPD, open the door!", Jake shouted, but nobody reacted.

Puck motioned him to step aside, and he stepped back, started running towards the door – and kicked it in.

With their guns in their hands, they entered – and were surprised to see an elderly woman on a rocking chair. She looked up, surprised.

"Gentlemen!", she greeted them nicely. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Ma'am, we got complains of your neighbors because…"

"What?" The woman furrowed her eyebrows.

"Noise disturbance!", Jake repeated loudly.

"Oh…" The woman nodded. "I am so sorry. I turned on loud music because I can't find my hearing aid."

Puck nodded. "No problem, ma'am. But next time, please be considerate of your neighbors."

"That's why we needed to kick in a door?", Puck said disappointedly when they left. "Because of a deaf grandma? Cops in New Orleans are not challenged enough."

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

With a frown, Blaine Anderson read through the articles one of his students gave in as homework. He shook his head as he graded it with a red F. As if he couldn't notice the difference between professionally written theses and those of a college freshman.

And the sad thing was that this student didn't even try to add his own input, he just copied the entire article from the internet, typing in the first sentence into Google had been enough to find it. After all, he was a student himself(a master's student, but let's not dwell on that…), he knew exactly how copy and paste worked.

After having taken another sip of his coffee, Blaine retrieved another article from the stack of articles he still needed to read and grade.

Why did he agree to work as a lecturer again even if he was still a student?

Right, because of the money.

He sighed.

He still needed to get his own homework done because its deadline was tonight.
This was going to be a long, long evening, and he already felt tired and demotivated. Blaine stretched his arms and yawned loudly.

San Diego, California

Mercedes Jones frowned confusedly when she felt so demotivated all of a sudden and needed to suppress a yawn. Where the hell was that coming from? She normally loved her job, so why not now? Shrugging, she put on her white coat and tied up her hair before she entered the office.

"Ms. Jones!", her boss Dr. William Schuester said and smiled at her when she closed the door behind her. "How are you today? Did you fall asleep during classes again?"

"Fine, I guess", Mercedes shrugged. "And no. Today, they were actually interesting." She looked at the dog the doctor was holding and caressing consolingly. "What's wrong with our little friend?"

"He sprained his ankle, but it's nothing serious, don't worry." He handed her the brown spaniel and turned around to search through his equipment. "We just need to bandage it up so that the injury doesn't get worse whenever he limps around."

"Did you already cool the ankle down?", Mercedes asked him.

Dr. Schuester nodded. "I was about to do it, but now, that you are here, you could take over while I will search for some painkillers. The cool bag is already on the desk."

Mercedes carefully put the dog on the sickbed and put the coolbag onto his ankle. The dog started whimpering quietly.

"Don't be afraid, buddy", she said softly while she ruffled the chocolate brown fur between his ears. "You will feel better in no time."

Portland, Oregon

With her reading glasses on her nose, Tina Cohen-Chang stared down the keyboard of her MacBook, scowling.

Because it happened.

The feared writer's block overwhelmed her. Now of all days! Why?

Frustrated, she slammed shut her laptop and got up. Even best seller authors were not immune to a lack of inspiration. How she wrote her previous love novels, she had no idea. Exactly those novels that were on top of the bestseller list on the entire continent.

But the author of all those award-winning books wasn't Tina Cohen Chang. It was Vivian Kennedy, her pseudonym. Why she chose not to publish all her stories under her real name?

Firstly because she wanted to stay anonymous. People on the streets didn't really have to know that she wrote Dangerous Passion, one of her more sexually explicit novels. She wanted to stay grounded, otherwise, all of her works could change as well.

Secondly, Tina knew that people would rather read the novel of a white author than of an Asian-American one unless a minority was the lead. That's why she had chosen a typical American name that wouldn't give away her skin color or her identity.

Those were the two most important reasons why Tina wouldn't tell the world who Vivian Kennedy really was. People who looked up to her would look at her differently or wouldn't read her books at all.

She kind of felt like Hannah Montana with her double life, only that her microphone was WordPress and her singing voice was her story.

Honolulu, Hawaii

Sam paddled back to the beach, lying on his surfboard and laughing while he brushed the water from his face.

"You are the greatest surfer the world has ever seen, Evans", Penny who was lying on her board as well, laughed. "You were like a beast out there, as if you would declare war on the waves, it was creepy as hell."

"Otherwise, they notice immediately that they can control you, not the other way around", Sam explained to her.

In the meanwhile, they had arrived on the shore and got up.

"Did you already sign up for the next tournament?", he asked Penny while they walked towards their towels.

Penny shook her head. "Tomorrow, Eddie will fly over, and we want to spend the week together. I have no time for my training."

Eddie was Penny's older brother that lived in Connecticut.

"Besides, I am not in the mood. We all know who will win."

Sam rubbed his neck. "Nonsense."

But she wasn't wrong. Sam had won the local surfing tournament three years in a row and even considered taking part at more serious competitions.

"Next stop: Olympics, right?" Penny wiggled her eyebrows.

Sam nudged her amicably, laughing while they walked down the sandy beach.

Manchester, New Hampshire

When the jury found her client not guilty, Quinn Fabray sighed a breath of relief. In her mind, of course.

Another won case. Life was great.

After they had left the courtroom, her client, a nineteen-year-old boy, beamed at her. "Thank you so much, Miss Fabray. I told the judges a hundred times that I didn't steal the car and you made them believe me."

He pulled her into a hug, and Quinn just stiffened, cocking her eyebrows. "I just did my job, Mr. Paisley", she answered professionally and pulled away. "If you would excuse me, I have to go. I still have plans."

She pressed her lips into a thin line when she noticed how he stared at her butt while she walked to her car.

When she sat in front of the steering wheel, all she could think about was getting rid of those killer heels and that tight sheath dress and curling up on her couch with a hot chocolate, screw the calories.

Frowning, Quinn sniffed in the air. Why did she smell marine air all of a sudden?

Seattle, Washington

Finn Hudson honestly didn't plan to show up at the place where his stepbrother lived. But he had no idea where else to go.

"What are you doing here?", Kurt asked him skeptically after he had let him in. "Aren't you supposed to be in…god knows where?"

"Well…it didn't go according to plan", Finn admitted. "The coffeeshop in Detroit where I worked went bankrupt and I lost my job. So I took my belongings, took the next flight to Washington and came here."

Kurt crossed his arms, cocking his eyebrows. "Job? I thought you wanted to go to college again."

Finn sheepishly rubbed his neck. "Well…I dropped out."

"Again?" Kurt facepalmed. "It's the fourth college now, Finn. You said yourself that you wanted to study IT management as a major. What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I didn't like it", Finn defended himself. "It wasn't what I wanted to do. It just didn't feel right."

"That's what you said about the three other colleges and your previous majors as well", Kurt pointed out. "What are your next steps?"

Finn shrugged helplessly. "I want to find my vocation or however it's called. And…" He looked down before he continued talking "I wondered whether I could stay in Seattle for the time being. At your place."

"You are kidding me, right?"

"Please, Kurt, you are my last hope", Finn pleaded with puppy dog eyes. "I will search for a job, I will help you with the rent, I will do everything you want me to!"

For a while, Kurt just stared at him with an unreadable face expression.

"Fine!", he gave in eventually, and Finn's eyes lit up.

"Thanks so much, you won't regret it", he assured him.

But why did Kurt get the feeling that he would?

That's it, I just introduced the ten people who are or will be affected, their friends and allies will appear with the passage of time.

What do you think? :D