AN- Oh my. This took a lot longer to get up than I expected. First I was staying at a friends for a few days and then I lost this chapter as my laptop SET ON FIRE so I had to re-write it :( But the good news is...It's double the length of the usual ones. Yaaay. and it's a mix of both Brittany and Santana's POV's (I hope it's not too confusing, you should know in each paragraph who is talking...Well it makes sense to me)

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Peaceagent15- Ahh maybe...I think the guys in Genexel may be a little bit pissed off when they find Brittany's gone ;) and there's a reason everyone else was busy... (Oh I've said too much)

Ivy- Oh god Sue...What a bitch.

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Disclaimer-I keep telling you I don't own Glee. All mistakes are mine.

M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters

My eyes slowly opened, squinting at the weak beams of like that were filtering through the window, right into my face. Pushing my blonde bangs out of my face, my fingers trying to comb through the knots and tangles that had formed since yesterday, groaning at being woken up so soon. I narrowed it down to it being either sunrise or sunset, there wasn't a clock anywhere that I could see and I was unsure of how long I had been sleeping. Well at least the pilot didn't fall asleep, I wonder how tired he is All I can remember was that it was light when we got in…and now there's less light. Who needs a clock? I'll just go by the sun from now on. Like the Aztecs or whatever. Coming to a decision that I was just going to go back to sleep, I snuggled down, my eyes clenched shut to block out the rays of the sun. Wait a minute. I peeked one eye open. That wasn't a dream? I could see that I was nuzzling into a mass of soft brown hair. Santana. I was so close to her that I could literally smell her. Like exotic flowers mixed with the leather from her jacket and…smoke. It was so different, yet it felt so familiar and comforting at the same time. I can't tell if this is creepy or not. I felt like I needed further proof that this wasn't all a dream. I mean we could have accidentally ended up sleeping on each other, right? Craning my neck to glance around Santana's head that rested on my shoulder. Doing so as slowly as I could, I really didn't want to wake her. Especially since she let you sleep and carry/dragged you around so you could do it in peace. I smiled as I caught a glimpse of our hands, rested against the armrest of our joined chairs. The ice that encased my hand had fully melted away and I could tell that Santana had toned down the temperature. Well duh she's asleep. She'd have to tone it down. I looked again, although our hand's weren't fully joined, the positioning made it clear that we were at some point. Obviously our grips had loosened and we had moved around during the night to get comfortable. But we hadn't let go, It's kind of cute we had gone to sleep holding hands and woke up with linked pinkies.

I could feel Brittany fidgeting and knew she was awake. But I kept my eyes shut, hoping that she would settle back down to sleep. Because man am I tired. There's just something about running around and shooting fire all day that'll tire you out. Feeling a light squeeze of my little finger and Brittany nestling her head back into a comfortable position against me suggested that she was just as tired as I was. Despite all the sleep she had while I was carrying her. Smiling a little into her shoulder, trying not to make it too obvious that I was awake. Because believe it or not I needs my beauty sleep. I could hear a soft sigh from Brittany as she snuggled back into me, our pinkies still linked. I listened until her breathing became steady and she had fallen asleep again. I couldn't help

I jumped awake. Dear God what's that noise. Are we crashing? The movement also jolting Brittany conscious, her head bumping off her shoulder as I was no longer being used as her pillow. Shooting her an apologetic glance, I glared at the direction of the pilot.

"Erm sorry Miss" I could hear through the crackle of his microphone as he looked over his shoulder to look at us Shouldn't he be watching like the sky or something "Just thought you should know that we'll be landing shortly." turning back to his controls and thankfully the sky ahead.

I didn't reply but mustered a weak smile and stuck my thumb up in his general direction. Stretching my arms out in front of me, trying to ease the muscle cramp that was starting in my back after sleeping in such an awkward position. I turned to Brittany who was doing the exact same, clicking her neck, eyes shut. I noticed she was rocking the 'Bed hair' look with blonde wisps and curls falling everywhere. Subconsciously combing my fingers through my own unruly locks to try to smooth it down. All the while watching her as she now lifted her arms above her head, the sleeves of her cotton shirt pooling at her shoulders exposing the creamy white skin beneath. Feeling my heart twinge as I glimpsed at the faded injection marks. Marvelling at her twisting and arching her back in order to loosen the taut muscles after a deep sleep. I wonder what's going to happen to her. As I turned to look out of the window to the ominous grey building that was my current home. Watching as it got steadily closer as we descended from the clouds.

The helicopter landed with a crunch on the pebbles that coated the road to the HQ. Shame. I should totally get Sue to install a Helipad. Instead, the craft was settled on the drive way right outside the building. Unbuckling myself I could see Brittany's hesitation, her fingers shaky as she tried to get herself free from the confines of her seat. Grunting in frustration as she couldn't get loose. I chuckled slightly under my breath, watching as she pouted trying to just wiggle her way out.

"Hey" I spoke, kneeling in front of her. She instantly stopped, her cheeks filled with a light blush of embarrassment "Let me" I whispered. Her hands dropping away so mine could replace them, unclasping the belt from around her.

"Thanks" She whispers, I have to strain to hear it though. I stand up and hold out my hand to her. She stumbles a little and we end up face to face, I can practically count all of the freckles on her nose, her blush deepening. Cute. Although I am going to move so I'm not all up in her grill anymore Coughing awkwardly as I stepped away to walk towards the door "I- I guess I'm a little nervous"

"C'mon Britt" I say looking over my shoulder to see her looking at the floor. While simultaneously trying to tug the door open. "Everyone'll love you" She looks up to me, still uncertain but at least she wasn't going to burst into tears. I don't know how to make things better-

"It slides"

"What" I frowned, still looking at Brittany.

"The Door" She pointed to the exit behind me. As I turned to look I could see the handle that I was holding now bent at a slightly strange angle as I had been trying to wrench it open. I guiltily tried to move it to the side, cringing with embarrassment as it slid open with ease. I swept my arms to the side and gestured outside.

"After you" I winked. Watching as she bit her lip and began padding over to me barefooted. I forgot about that. Actually what is she even going to wear. She could go naked…I'd be up for that. Urgh but so would Puck and there's no way in hell that's going to happen. I'll have to find her some clothes. I let out a small gasp as I felt her fingertips graze against my clothed stomach as she passed, wrenching me from my mildly creepy thoughts. Did she do that on purpose? If she did, well played. Even though it was probably an accident. My hands dropping as I watched her gracefully slide out the helicopter shouting a farewell to the pilot. I spun to face our unknown driver and managed an awkward salute Why did you even do that…Creep. and a smile sent in his direction. I could see him laughing as I jumped out of the door. Sliding it back in place once I'd reached the ground.

Watching the helicopter blades begin to turn, ready for its flight back…wherever. My nerves were instantly back. My hand reaching out to Santana's, comfortably linking my pinkie with her own. She's here. She saved you remember, at least no one here will try to kill you…Maybe. If she noticed our connection she didn't say anything about it. We just stood watching for a few moments as it began to slowly hover, the roar of the engine sounding louder somehow than it did inside. Dust and smaller stones kicking up from the power of the wind it was making. I squinted and raised my loose arm to shield my eyes, still trying to watch even if I was being bombarded with tiny rocks. However as it rose the calmer the gusts were around us, we watched until it disappeared into the clouds.

"You ready" I turned to Santana when I heard her speak,. Gently tugging my pinkie in the direction of the door, even though she wasn't moving herself.

No. "Yes" Damn it.

"I'm going to have to give you a tour, Oh and you'll have to meet everyone" I smiled at Santana, despite my growing fear. She seems really excited. I, however, am not. I looked up as we began the scarily short walk to the door. The building seemed ordinary enough, like a small skyscraper really, although the windows didn't begin until about half way up. I hadn't paid attention to the surroundings as we flew over them. But I could see it was situated on the outskirts of a city. I could make out the shapes of other buildings through the trees that acted as a wall surrounding the small area around the HQ.

"Can't wait" I breathed out. My heart thudding against my ribcage as we took a step together up towards the door. I hope I don't faint or have a heart attack or something. I stood back as Santana walked towards the door, slipping her pinkie away from mine. I instantly felt more panicked, right now that was the only comfort that I had. Instead I just grabbed the loose material of my shirt, wringing it between my hands nervously. My eyes following Santana as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a card, slipping it into a slot beside the door. Does everyone use cards to open doors now glancing at the smooth metal one in front of me I mean this one doesn't even have a handle, this is a disgrace to door-kind. Hearing a beep as the card slipped out again, which was then swiftly replaced in the back of her jeans.

"We'll have to get you one of them" Santana said looking over to grin at me. I mustered a half-hearted smile back, before taking a deep breath and watching the door slide open. Santana casually adjusting her leather jacket before stepping inside. I swallowed, my throat feeling dry as I followed her inside. The door sliding shut behind me. We walked through a short narrow hall, where a similar door stood at the end. Santana tapping her foot impatiently "You have to get buzzed through this door" she pointed up to a camera in the corner of the room. "Hope someone's awake" she muttered. Clearly that was the case as another beep sounded, Santana turning to give me a small thumbs up and a goofy smile She's such a dork. as the doors slipped open. Wincing to myself as she turned and walked straight into a figure standing in the doorway.

Please tell me I didn't just walk into the door, I could have sworn I heard it open. Great…Embarrass yourself in front of Britt. Good one Santana! Glaring at the camera in the corner, resisting sending a ball of flames flying towards it. If this is another one of Puck's jokes I'll kill him. Snapping out of my intense staring contest with the camera lens when I heard someone clearing their throat. Wait a minute, I'm sure that wasn't Brittany. Looking back towards the door, I jumped back in surprise (Nearly wiping Brittany out in the process, clattering against her) Oh my God. Here in the actual flesh. Sue Sylvester. Standing in front of me, mouth a hard line where her lips were pressed together, as if she was trying to hold back from screaming at us. Dressed in a tailored black suit, a row of silver pens in her breast pocket. Completing the look with white shirt and a tie, topped off with her trademark black aviators. Clutching a black book in her hand, the other casually slung in her trouser pocket.

"Stop gaping Sandbags or I'll be forced to duct tape that pretty little mouth of yours shut" I had no idea I was staring. My mouth snapping shut audibly at her scathing remark. I could feel Brittany behind me grab onto my arm for comfort wincing as she gripped on with all her streangth. "No time for formal greetings, follow me" as she turned and walked away. "You too Blondie" she shouted, not turning back.

"Guess the tour's going to have to wait" I whispered to Brittany as we cautiously followed behind.

Sue ended up escorting us (I say escorting it was more Sue briskly walking without acknowledging us in the slightest, while we walked/ran to catch up) we finally caught up just as she was settling into one of the middle chairs in the Base Room. Dropping the journal on the table with an audible smack. This room seems huge when it's full of people, never mind when there's just three of us in here. I could see Brittany gaping at all the monitors Good luck. I don't know what half this shit is. My converse squeaking against the metal floor as Brittany and I treaded carefully over to the seats opposite. I, being the lovely gentlewoman that I am, pulled out the metal chair for Brittany to sit. The metal scraping against the floor reverberating around the empty room. I hurriedly took my seat on her left as I saw Sylvester raise an eyebrow from behind her glasses. Swallowing, my throat feeling dry. I need a glass of water or something. I wish she would talk, I'm going to start twitching soon. My eyes darting between Brittany and Sue, the former looking at the floor avoiding Sue's death gaze. (Imagine without the glasses though) I shuddered inwardly at the thought.

"So" Santana and I flinched at the sound of her voice. This woman actually scared me, more than the doctors in the other place. Apparently San is scared of her as well. "We better make this quick I have a meeting with the president in less than an hour" What? Who is this woman? "I just cannot believe you risked your life" She said coldly, jabbing her finger towards Santana. "For her" Was that sarcasm? I'm never good at telling. Watching as she then pointed the same finger at me, leaning over as if she had just seen me for the first time. I looked back down towards the floor. "Do you have a name?" I risked directly looking at her, Obviously she's talking to you. and although I couldn't see her eyes I could see her head was still tilted slightly in my direction. Leaning forward on the table, her arms out in front of her, hands clasped tightly together, she just oozed authority.

"Brittany S. Pierce, erm Ma'am" Why did you add that…she's not the queen. I think colonel or…officer. Might suit her better anyway. She genuinely seemed both interested and confused with the response, both eyebrows raised, although her face seemed neutral. I took to continuing to fiddle with the loose material of my clothing, trying to calm down.

"Really?" she was thoughtful now, pulling one of the pens out of her top pocket and scribbling a small note in her notebook, her scratchy black writing unreadable as I tried to look upside down at her notes. "Why would they bother giving you a name" she muttered under her breath, yet I still caught it.

I looked at Santana in confusion before opening my mouth to speak.

"Doesn't matter, unfortunately we're stuck with you" Too late. Sue had already forced her way back into the conversation Can it even be a conversation when she's the only one really talking? I was actually really hurt by her comment Stuck with me? I'm not even wanted here. I could feel Santana's hand was now on my thigh, giving a small squeeze of reassurance which settled me slightly. "So what can you do?"

"She can make ice" This time it was Santana who answered for me. "It's pretty cool" she turned her head to grin at me, although I was too nervous to smile back I hoped she could see the 'Thanks' I was trying to show in my eyes.

"Let me see" Sue removed her glasses, her steely blue gaze seemed to be boring through me. Her eyebrow arched in expectance, as I looked again back down towards the gleaming metal table.

"I- I can't" I replied softly, embarrassed to admit this aloud "I've only done it a few times and I'm sure they were all by accident" I felt so awkward, shifting about in my seat. I'd seen Santana shoot fire with ease. What had I done? Froze a cup of water and managed to get my hand stuck in ice…Which Santana then had to melt off me. Sounds like a big achievement. Well I suppose I had frozen that man to the spot…but I hadn't really meant to do that either. "And it makes me sleepy"

"She's just being modest" Santana exclaimed, I tried to make eye contact with her to tell her to stop talking, but she was to busy explaining to Sue how great I was "She like froze a man to the floor with one touch!" She was waving her arms around trying to recreate the scene "It was epic" she seemed to catch herself about to jump out her seat and cleared her throat, sitting straighter in her chair. I would have laughed if I wasn't so scared that I was going to have to make ice somehow. They both looked at me, Santana smiling warmly and Sue just…staring.

I shrugged. Well I'm going to have to at least try. Holding my right hand in front of me, palm facing upwards. Just concentrate. I focused my eyes on the exact middle of my hand, willing there to be something. Anything. That would prove I can do this. My eyes scrunched up, fingers curling upward. Trying to shift all the energy I had to that one point I have no idea what else to do. I've only ever been scared into it. The room around me almost blurred, the watching faces of Santana and Sue forgotten as I put everything I had into making this happen. My heart becoming a dull thud in my ear, breathing becoming heavy and laboured as I forced myself not to give up yet. I can feel something. I could sense a tingling sensation trickle down the veins in my arm. I still didn't break my focus. This has never happened before. Feeling it creep across my wrists and spread down right to where I was concentrating my gaze. My pupils burning into the spot on my hand. Then suddenly a gentle cracking could be heard Like when you pour milk on cereal. A gentle layer of frost starting to form in the centre of my hand. I instantly felt dizzy. Breaking eye contact and collapsing forward. My palms flat on the desk to stop myself from colliding with it, breathing heavily. That took so much out of me. I felt Santana's hand travel up and down my back lightly as I continued to pant. My blonde hair now stuck to my face, damp with sweat. Turning to give her a shaky smile She looks so worried. Oh god I haven't done anything wrong have I? As I adjusted myself, crossing my arms on the table to rest my head face down, trying to regulate my breathing and calm myself.

"Do it again" Sue remarked calmly. Her voice monotonous and almost seemed bored with the whole situation.

"What" There's no way in hell Brittany is going through that again. I stood up from my chair, causing it to clatter down onto the floor, slamming my hands down onto the table. "Look at her" I practically growled. My anger causing small sparks to burst out from my hands. Balling them into fists so I didn't accidentally start a fire and folding my arms as tightly as I could. Pacing aggressively in front of Sue. Bitch didn't even flinch. I watched her scribble a quick note down and close her journal, returning the pen to its original place in her pocket. Placing her discarded aviators back on, she let out a long sigh.

"Fine I'm late anyway" She said nonchalantly, standing up from her seat. Round one to Lopez "Jugs, you're going to have to show her around" I rolled my eyes at her I was going to anyway. Brittany, sensing that everyone was up and ready to leave began to slowly sit upwards. Looked like she's recovered enough As she stood up, using the table as a prop, wandering over to my right side. I automatically wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her steady. If it's anything like last time be lucky she's awake. "and I suppose you better find her a room if she's going to be staying" Sue continued, collecting her journal from the table and walking around it, her leather shoes sounding like a gunshot with each step in this empty room. We turned our bodies to follow her strides, until she was standing right in front of us. "And I want her trained"

"Trained?" Brittany and I said in unison.

"Yes. Are you two both deaf as well as stupid?" I could feel Brittany flinch against me at the last word. "Someone needs to teach her to do something a little more impressive than making frost appear" she sneered at Brittany. I felt my anger flare up again. I hate this woman. "I'll give you a month. If she's not producing" she coughed " 'Epic' results, I really don't think that she belongs in our facility. Does she? I mean she's not even an elemental to begin with is she?" Why did I use the word epic? And more importantly why did I tell Sue that Brittany could do this when I knew she couldn't control it…Damn.

"I think you've said enough Sue" I stated blankly.

"Well then" she smiled evilly back, smoothing down her crisp black suit. "See you in a month" she stated leaning over towards me, her hand reaching toward my ear where she pulled out the earpiece that I had again completely forgotten about. Wincing at the force used to remove it. "I expect great results" she whispered sharply into my ear turning on her heels and walking towards the door. As soon as it slid into place I could feel Brittany collapse against me, sniffling into my shoulder.

"She is so mean" I heard before I pulled her into a hug. Just trying to hold her to make her feel slightly better. After a while she stopped and I began to speak.

"Britt" I said, pulling her away from me so I could talk to her. "Honestly. She's like that with everyone, at least you don't have an awful nickname yet" she laughed at that.

"I suppose not…Jugs" she winked at me smiling.

"Ah yeah." I smiled back. She slowly removed my arm from around her waist as we walked towards the door. I instantly panicked She doesn't want you holding her, probably thinks you're being a creep. I suppose I am a little bit. She's hot okay…I'm allowed to creep. Until her hand didn't move from my arm, but slid down until our pinkies were linking. "I was hoping you didn't catch that"

"So why Jugs?" She said with a grin.

"Erm well" I blushed a deep crimson. You are losing cool points for blushing this hard Lopez "She likes to make fun of my boobs. Sandbags, Boobs McGee…You name it. She once told me to not bother wearing a seatbelt in cars because if there ever was a crash my boobs would cushion the blow." Jesus Santana how many times did you want to say boobs to the poor girl. Might as well have just screamed 'Tits' at her for a minute and a half. Thankfully she wasn't put off and started to giggle, which then turned into a full on laugh as we passed through the doors after seeing that I was pouting because she was laughing at me.

"And now for the tour. Well we've just left the base room" I heard Santana say as I was actually wiping tears from my eyes after finding out about the boob thing. I was just messing, I knew the exact reason. I just wanted to see her explain it. I can see why that's what her nickname would revolve around though. They are her best asset. Stop looking at them Brittany. Stop! Stop it. If she catches you, you're dead. Okay, five more seconds…we're done! Quick reply. Reply.

"Great" I smiled at her, wondering if she'd caught me. If she had seen my wandering eyes, she didn't say anything about it. Pulling me along the all metal corridor. It looks like a spaceship. As I ran my hand along the wall, laughing at Santana cringing as my fingers squeaked along the cold metal.

"Well this is the bottom floor" she spoke as we headed toward the elevator at the end of the corridor. "All that's here really is the base room and the front door" pointing her thumb over her shoulder. As I turned and squinted down the end of the long room where the second of the doors was visible, just. "Stairs are there" she pointed out as we passed them "But no one ever, ever uses them when we have this" pressing the up button on the panel next to the elevator. "Got it"

"First floor. Base room, entrance, stairs and elevator" I repeated back to her with a grin "Got it" making sure to give her a thumbs up.

"You learn quick" she smiled back, tugging me inside just as the doors opened, spinning me around to watch them shut. "Oh ok I better show you this" pointing at the buttons that show which floor you're on. "There's six floors and the basement" I looked towards her with a look that said I can count. She flushed and continued "Basement is mine basically, for y'know working out and stuff" blushing a deeper red. Aww cute.

"How come it's just for you?" leaning against the wall opposite the door, the cool metal making me feel much better after nearly overheating Ironically trying to make ice. Figures. "Does no one else need to train?"

"Well" She began, absentmindedly scratching the back of her neck "Everyone has there own training stuff outside, I kind of zone out when I practice and throw fire everywhere. I'm kind of a hazard" The way she said that seemed really downhearted, her deep brown eyes filled with…regret? But as soon as it had appeared a dazzling smile replaced her saddened expression. "Okay so right now we'll go to floor two, see who's up there" The role of perfect tour guide already in place before I could ask if she was alright.

"1 is the floor we're on now. 2nd is the floor everyone goes to like chill out. Oh and the main kitchen's there" I nodded my head I want to go to that floor. "Okay so 3,4 and 5 I kind of never go on." She said leaning across me to press the button for the 2nd floor. I love how our pinky's are still linked. She's totally best friend material right there. "They decided when they put us here that they'd give us a separate floor for each element. So Earth is 3, Air is 4, Water is 5 and I gots the top floor all to myself" She winked at me with a smile.

It's so cute that a wink can get her blushing like that I thought as the elevator travelled the short distance to the next level. Brittany's grip on my little finger tightening as it slowed to a stop.

"Britt" She turned, her eyes finding mine immediately. Actually I take that back…is it too late for us to just go straight to my room. She has the most beautiful eyes. I think I need to tell her that at some point. bright blue flecked with light grey, her blonde hair falling wildly everywhere. Smiling I brushed my free hand over her hair, tucking it behind her ear, trying to stop it from falling in front of her face all the time. She smiled and breathed out a small thanks, but instead of withdrawing my hand, it lingered. Brushing down her cheek as I removed it gently. She inhaled shakily through her nose, eyes closing as my fingertips grazed lightly across her jaw line.

"San" she exhaled. At that moment, the door opened and we both jumped back as if we'd been electrocuted. Shooting to opposing sides of the elevator, wide eyed as someone from within the room screamed my name.

"Satan's back everyone" I could hear Quinn scream. Watching as the faces of Quinn, Puck, Sam and Blaine appeared from various parts of the room, turning chairs and popping their heads around walls. All coming over rushing to greet me. Quinn was the closest, skidding to a halt on the wooden floor when she was a few feet away. "Who's that" She said accusingly pointing towards Brittany, who was now trying to creep slowly into the corner, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

"Seriously Lopez you were gone for a few days and you're already dragging girls back to your bedroom" I could hear Puck chuckle, as I tried to resist the urge to throw something at him, mainly a giant ball of fire.

"Actually" I began, trying to usher Brittany out of the corner my clasping my hand around hers and slowly tugging her and myself out of the elevator. The room deathly silent as the doors slid shut behind us. "This is Brittany."

"Hi" she gave a timid wave to everyone "Santana kind of rescued me, so I guess I'll be staying here for a while…Well at least a month" she added dejectedly.

"Whoo" I could hear Puck's voice again "You can stay in my room"

"Shut the hell up Noah" Quinn shouted turning to send a blast of air in his direction. "Well hi" Quinn said turning back towards us, a bit more cheerful than before. Seems happier now that she knows she's not a stranger that I brought home to fuck. Well she is I suppose. Well no not the fucking part, but she is a stranger. "There are more of us, but Rachel has the Water guys training outside" she said checking her watch "Just an hour or so to go and the Changs, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to know what they're doing right now" she said pulling a face. "Anyway I'm Quinn, this is Sam" she grinned walking over to him and dragging him closer towards us. I don't know why, I'm sure Brittany could have spotted his lips from miles away. "This is Blaine" waving her hand towards the dark haired boy.

"Hey" he grinned, grasping her hand lightly in a polite handshake. "Nice to meet you"

"Saving the best for last right Quinn" I heard Puck shout with a grin as he slid past Quinn towards Brittany, offering his hand towards her. Puck you're one of my best friends, but if you say anything stupid I may have to kill you "Names Puck, Puckerman or Puckasaurus." She warily took Puck's hand, grimacing as he placed a sloppy kiss on the back of it. He seemed unfazed by this, standing back up, trying to be subtle as he flexed his muscles in front of her. Calm. Caaaaalm Santana. I don't think Brittany would appreciate being a witness to murder. She sighed and started to walk back towards me. "So just keep that in mind, because hopefully one of these days you'll be screaming one of them" he said with a wink, slapping her across the ass as she passed him, her eyes widening in shock. Fuck that. Pushing Brittany behind me, I lunged for him, hands instantly lit, aiming for his throat. Luckily Or not. Quinn was anticipating something was going to happen and created a barrier in-between myself and Puck so I couldn't set him alight.

"Stop it Quinn" I shouted. Trying to throw fireballs towards him, each deflected by a blast of air. My open jacket swinging madly with each throw.

"Not until you calm down" she shouted back, grunting in an effort to keep me from maiming someone.

"Calm. I'll kill the jerk!" Watching as he cowered behind Sam, who was also making a protective wall around Puck incase any of my shots got through. He was shouting apologies, hands covering his eyes. Pussy. I couldn't see Blaine, hopefully he was hiding somewhere "I'm about to go all Lima Heights, I swear" I held my left arm out, fingers curled, focusing all I could onto this one blast. It kept going, the fire crackling in my hand. It was getting so hot that flecks of blue flame kept shooting through the centre of it. Just like in practice. I drew my hand back, aiming at Puck, there was no way anyone was going to block this. 3.2.1 Just as I was about to let go I felt arms around my waist. In the shock my focus instantly became broken and the flames flickered out.

"Leave him San, I'm fine" I could hear being breathed into my ear. I saw Sam and Quinn share a glance and stopped trying to defend Puck as my arms dropped to my sides. Palms still smoking I spun on the spot, manoeuvring my way out of Brittany's grasp and taking her hand in mine, taking her with me. "Where are we going?" she whispered as I pressed the up button on the wall with such force it nearly cracked. The doors opened with a 'ping' and we stepped inside. I turned back around, Brittany mimicking my movement as I practically punched the desired button. Glaring at Puck, who was still cowering against the wall, as Brittany sent out a small wave in the direction of Quinn and Sam, who were stood almost in disbelief as the doors slid in place.

"My room"

I really hoped you liked this one. (I wish flames hadn't engulfed the other version. This is what happens when you write stuff without planning anything, you forget most of it.)

And that the POV wasn't too confusing. And that it was long enough... (I worry about a lot of things haha)

I thought that this chapter needed to show both Santana and Britt's thoughts.

Sooooo did you like it? Seriously. Be as harsh/nice as you want...I can take it. (Although I might prefer nicer reviews)

And now...to bed!