Disclaimer: I am not in anyway or shape affiliated with Glee, however I am learning the wonders of Doctor Who.
Note: I'm introducing some of the minor characters, that probably won't pop up again… and at least they're less than before. Also, I know that the age in Ohiofor monocycles is 16 after you take the test and that you can obtain a learner's permit at 15 ½ but this is Santana we're talking about.
{Bleh bleh bleh} = sign language
(This takes place three days after Brittany is dropped off to go home, making it December 30th). Also if this leaves off in a weird spot that's because this is really only half of the chapter.
Chapter 19
Santana smirked as she got off the stage; she knew what people as school said about what she did outside of that hell. One rumor was that she didn't leave the school; that she just sank into the ground enjoying the privileges of being Satan in hell then appeared the next school day to torture them. The most recent one, no doubt started by the geeks in vests that sat in the corner of the library, stated that she was the super villain that ran around causing havoc in New Gotham. If only they knew that the most feared person in the history of their school was a bouncer at a gay bar and was one of the best singers there. She snickered, remembering that Rachel Berry had told her that she'd be working the pole one day while she would be famous "on the glamorous stages of Broadway". Santana bit back an evil grin, if only Berry knew who had more success on the stage.
TG came into view on the catwalk, {Blaine here yet? We need to sound check him before we open for tonight. It's almost four}
"He's in the back. Came in while you two were working. Went to the green room until you were finished," called a red-haired girl.
{Thanks Sparky. How's the new guy on spot?}
"Sam? He's good, Rocky's a fast learner."
{Now get that pretty boy out here before I have Fallen drag his ass in here}
"On it," called Sam heading into the prep room. TG began counting down from ten in exaggerated gestures.
"I'm here, I'm here. Sorry, I was late, the Warblers volunteered at the homeless shelter. It ran later than I thought."
{Let's just get this finished and we can all call it a day}
Two hours later, the room they were working in was deserted. Those that actually got to go home after the day was called had wasted no time to do so having been there since early that morning. The ones who had night duty were prepared for the long night ahead as the costumers of the club filed into another room to begin partying.
As one of the "floor men" Santana's job was to clear up any trouble and to keep an eye out for any trouble makers, just because they ran the safest club in the state did not mean that they didn't have incidents especially considering what kind of group they catered to. But those problems usually happened outside the club rather than in. It had been three hours since the club opened and no problems yet but considering the two people who were on door duty tonight it could only be expected. Santana ducked behind the bar and grabbed a beer, after the three hour mark if nothing happened, odds are nothing would. And it wasn't as though she was going to get wasted from one beer. Sitting back in a chair and taking a swig from her beer like a professional, she surveyed the room once more, looked like it would be a quiet night. Unlike the one when she got hired here.
xxxx
The summer rain was soothing for the dark haired girl that was walking the town that Thursday night. She had just needed to get out and be somewhere where people didn't know her. Unfortunately, she'd been strapped for cash and could only pay for a one way ticket to the Dayton. It was better than nothing and it was at least a change of scenery. While the people in Lima did come here, none of them would be caught dead in the area she was currently wandering around in. For most of them it would be signing their own death warrant, they looked to soft. She frowned; soft that word reminded her of a… old friend. Santana shook off the thought and looked around to get an idea of the time. As she did a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating a dark alley wall to her right a few yards away. As another blaze played across the sky, it confirmed what she had seen in the previous shadows that had shown against the wall. She saw two figures obviously beating another prone person. Without thinking, she charged into the alleyway.
Having the element of surprise, she took on one of the attackers with a hard left strike to the stomach causing the big man to double over. Her second punch broke the man's nose and his head jerked back hitting the wall hard. He'll have one hell of a headache in the morning.
A splash behind her warned that it was time for her to take evasive action. Which in this case consisted of taking her foot and jamming it against the other assailant's knee forcing it to break, the momentum pushed her forward but the girl bounced off the wall using her hands. She slammed backward into her attacker. Both landed on their back but Santana was more agile and having expected the fall was able to recover before the other person even registered the ground. Assessing the situation she got into, Santana concluded that these two people had decided to mug someone just because they had the numbers in their favor. The man got up unsteadily favoring his leg but still looking for a fight.
Santana could tell he was thinking that he could take her in this condition with one hand behind his back, that it was just a lucky shot. The darkness hid her predatory smile as she gave him time to get to his feet. She didn't have to hold back but this wasn't school and she had not had a chance to play seriously since Karofsky was predictable. Ducking the first swing, she swept his feet out from under him causing the man to fall back down. Getting up, wincing as he put his weight on the wrong foot, he attacked her again. She moved her head back an inch causing laughing as his fist missed by millimeters. This made his blind with anger and he began swinging recklessly becoming more enraged with each miss. Santana sighed inwardly jumping to the side; this had become boring faster than she originally thought. Deciding enough was enough; she sidestepped and delivered a high kick to his head effectively knocking him out. They wouldn't report this incident, it would hurt their pride too much, two grown men getting beat by a girl half their size. Taking a moment to look at her handiwork, she determined that they'd both be fine with a little less blood and a lot of headache later. That had felt good even if it was all too brief. A groan brought her attention back to the victim that had drawn her into this. It was a boy, judging from his lack of height about her age, shaggy hair even with the rain. He had a black eye and several bruises already forming on his face but she could see that he would become a ladies-man in a few years.
"Can you walk?" Santana asked, squatting down to examine him. He shook his head gesturing to his ankle. Draping his arm over her shoulders she got him to his feet with minimal difficulty. He stumbled.
"I got you."
"Thanks," was the horse whisper. His voice was shot probably by screaming for help but was drowned out by the storm.
"Which way to hospital?"
"No. Gelabi Club."
"But…"
"Gelabi Club." She had to admire his persistence.
"Okay. Which way?" She conceeded. After all, wouldn't she also try to avoid the hospital?
xxxxx
It was about a half hour later before they reached their destination as they had to take frequent breaks so it didn't strain the boy's ankle. Santana rapped on the door to have it opened immediately.
"Blaine?" said a man more as an exclamation of disbelief than a question getting them inside.
"Hey," grimaced the boy, Blaine. Santana with the man's help carefully laid him down on the couch that the man had led them to. The moment she let go, she found herself pinned against the wall by a blur of black, an arm against her throat while the other's free hand held her left hand in a painful grip. Well this was certainly a new way to say "thank you". Ignoring the pain that was supposed to deter her response, Santana took her right hand and jerked the arm against her throat to the side with such force that it caused her attacker to crash into the nearby wall. Santana was met with two knives in her face. There was girl whose eyes promised to cut her painfully if she so much as breathed the wrong way.
"TG. Talon. Stop this!" said the man. "She was the one who brought Blaine here." The girl with the knives didn't move instead she glanced over at Santana's first attacker who was up and glaring at the Latina. Santana got a better look at her now, Asian, shorter than her, probably had some kind of martial art training. She made some gestures at Blaine who had pulled himself to a sitting position. He made some back, and apparently she was reassured. Turning to the girl holding the knives she nodded. Both of them relaxed and the knives disappeared.
"Sorry. This has happened once before," apologized Blaine. "TG, apologize." The Asian just stood there for a moment before turning to Santana and made some motions with her hands. TG turned to Blaine. "Yes, I'm happy now," Blaine sighed. "No, I'm not going to ask Talon apologize for something you started." TG huffed and sat down in a corner. "Stop being immature." She stuck out her tongue. Santana couldn't help but snicker quietly at their antics. The Asian froze and looked at her like she was some kind of alien experiment.
"Geezer to Talon," said a male voice from a walkie-talkie. "We've got trouble in section S1."
"Make that another in F5," said a female voice. Both TG and Talon left the room to deal with the problems.
A sigh came from the hooked up radio in the room, "add B2 to the list."
"Bit busy," said one of the previous occupants. A beep followed shortly after.
"Anyone on the floor able to stop Jerry and Tager Booth from fighting?" There were negative responses from all over. "Shit."
"Why don't you do it?" suggested Blaine. "I'm sure you'll be very effective."
Santana picked up the last device that was charging, it wasn't as though she had anything better to do. "I can do it. Where's B2?"
"Who is this?" There was a crash in the background. "Never mind, just go over to the bar, you can't miss them."
Sure enough when Santana approached the bar area there was a full out brawl in the area. "So how do I do this?"
"Knock 'em out," said a young cheerful voice off to the side. It seemed like a good idea, Santana ran into the fray and did exactly that, in fact she did all twelve of the fighters under two minutes. She picked up the walkie-talkie she'd dropped to be more effective.
"You thought you said two people, not twelve." A crackle from the radio was her response.
"She said 'I'm was sure you could handle it and if you want a job, show up here tomorrow at 4pm.'" Talon told her dryly and walked off dragging two of the unconscious people. Santana blinked, was she just offered a job? Was that even legal at age fourteen? But she was running low on fuel money which is why she had to take the bus today. Shit, where was she going to stay. Say… that kid, Blaine owed her a favor.
xxxx
"Status check," came the familiar voice of Talon over the radio.
"No trouble on the floor," said Santana yawning from boredom. Only a couple more minutes until closing and since the three strike policy implemented last year things had been mostly quiet, she almost missed those days. But the adrenaline rush that she got back then was nothing compared to being on stage, not that she'd ever admit that to anyone. The DJ began to play the song "Closing Time" by Semisonic. Santana sighed, she was getting really tired of that song, ever since it came out TG had decided that it should be the closing song of the night. Her last job of the night was to make sure everyone cleared out; she wouldn't be asleep until four, if she was lucky. Thankfully, there was no reason to drive home; they provided beds here for the workers if needed. She mentally thanked whoever was listening because an hour and a half drive home was not something she would look forward to.
xxxxx
It was three in the afternoon when she was woken by someone jumping on her bed.
"Time to get up, time to get up, time to get up," said the overly excited person with each jump.
"Go away." Why couldn't he bother someone else?
"No," he said pulling off the covers.
"Get out of here you retard!" Santana yelled at him throwing a pillow. He grinned and ran out of the room.
"She's up now. Do I get my quarter?" Footsteps that could only be his scampered off. Coming through the doorway was TG smiling broadly. Of course it would be her idea to sick James on her this early.
"Dork."
{Idiot} TG retorted.
"Dimwit."
{Half-wit}
"Stupid"
{Brainless}
"Slow."
{Foolish}
"Unintelligent."
{You wish}
"I win," Santana smirked.
{Damnit} TG signed. {I let you}
"Right. Just keep telling yourself that, I'm going to change. You in or out?" Santana gestured to the door.
{Nothing I haven't seen before}
"You just want to see the perfect body."
{If your body is perfect I'd hate to see what Sue's looks like, meeting in thirty} TG signed as she left.
Santana made her way down to the meeting area twenty minutes later taking a place on the couch. Two, maybe three, minutes later a tall well-built blonde boy came in looking lost. He wandered around, looked at her, wandered around the room again, looked at the clock, looked at her, and apparently deciding he was in the right place sat down opposite her.
"Hi, I saw you the other day. My name's Sam and before you ask I don't like green eggs and ham," he said good naturedly.
"Fallen," she returned. "So you're the new guy."
"Yeah, Blaine told me that I could get a job here because I know sign language, and well here I am. Already got Rocky as a nickname and everything." That was unusual TG didn't usually hire people based on recommendation, she usually just offered people a job on the spot. Santana had asked once how TG decided on whom to hire.
xxxx
{It's just a vibe} TG responded at if it was a normal phenomenon.
"A vibe?"
"A vibration, no. A beat?" TG said switching over to speech carefully thinking about the next words. "People. People have this… vibration, I guess."
"Auras?" Santana scoffed.
"Not auras, it's more like music, I think. When I see people I can feel this, I don't know thing."
"Descriptive much?"
{You want an explanation or not?} "It's like a person's personal music beat. Most are faint so I can ignore them. Some, hurt."
"Like whose?"
"Rachel's. Kurt's. They are loud. But I've built a tolerance," TG looked at her as if debating.
"Mine?"
"Not yours. Yours is… weird. You don't have a vibration exactly, it's more," TG struggled to find the appropriate word before settling on "musical."
"The hell?"
"Don't look at me like that. I was surprised too. The moment I touched you, it was weird. That's why I offered you a job."
"And here I thought you just wanted to feel me up. Not that I can blame you for wanting some of this." Santana joked.
"Fallen do us both a favor. Shut up and do something useful."
"Dork."
"Yes, now please help me."
xxxxx
Santana and Sam had just finished up their conversation when the rest of the group walked in. Each of them greeted Sam as though he'd been working there for months rather than a few weeks. TG was the last, walking in a full thirty seconds late with a pad of notepaper. Giving everyone their list of things to get done for the day, TG turned to Santana.
{Go prepare}
Santana scowled, "You woke me up just to tell me that?"
TG backed away just long enough to sign {Yup} before running off to the catwalk.
"Next time I see you, no one is going to recognize your face," Santana called after her. Grumbling incoherently to herself, Santana made her way to TG's room. If that girl forced her to wake up early just to "prepare" then Santana was going to do it at the Asian's expense, starting with that portable I-pod.
Yay, I hit the main people. Laura (Talon), James (Dodger), Blaine (Pretty Boy or PB), and Sam (Rocky). Good check. These are the re-occurring characters, Blaine and Sam more so than the OCs but yay. Closing Time is by Semisonic. I know a lot of flashbacks -_-. There will probably be more, or less next chapter.