Summary: Tina puts a hex on Santana and turns her into a cat. The only way to undo the spell and return to her human body is to find someone who loves her and love them in return before the full moon...but who could ever love the aggressive, beastly Santana?

A/N: Thanks to frankenfinn for the prompt! Witch!Tina as an antagonist was fun to write about. I found it interesting that apparently there's a myth in Japan that black cats are good for your love life - certainly true in Brittany's case!

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Would love to know your thoughts on this story xoxo

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the related characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made.

Santana wasn't known for being nice. Her sharp, acid tongue and constant insults made everyone a little intimidated by her. She liked their reaction to her. Being gentle and sweet wouldn't get her anywhere, she reasoned and besides, someone needed to just tell it like it is so she figured it might as well be her. She didn't need friends; she had money, power and fame. Besides, her ambition and strong personality were how she got to become a manager in her company at such a young age.

She strutted proudly into work in her black blazer, knowing how hot she looked and ignored the rest of the peasants who all watched her warily with a mix of fear and admiration, no doubt wishing they were as good.

However, her day began to quickly go downhill starting with the sales meeting they had that morning. Santana rolled her eyes, grumbling under her breath as recent hire Tina Cohen-Chang from the marketing department rambled on and on. The meeting was into its second hour and she was beyond bored. She hated Tina's pushy personality. The girl's heavy black eyeliner, black lipstick and clothes that looked like she came from a Dracula movie made her even more distracting in a bad way.

Everytime she had to interact with Tina, Santana always made a point of throwing in some snippy remark about her goth fashion and she lost her temper with the talkative, emotional woman whenever she went on one of her rants.

"Do you have something to share with us, Santana?"

Her boss, a man called Will Schuester who was mostly a pushover turned to her with a stern face. Santana was surprised and a little embarrassed when her colleagues all turned to stare at her.

"Just that her campaign ideas are terrible." Santana drawled with a casual shrug and everyone gasped.

"That's rude and uncalled for. You need to be more of a team player, Santana," Will said, shaking his head as Tina was saddened by Santana's remarks, frowning and hanging her head. "We want to be respectful of others' feelings here and you can be a lot nicer than that to Tina."

"You asked me what I thought so I told you the truth. Who cares about feelings? Are we back in kindergarten? It's all about success and Cohen-Chang doesn't have a clue what she's doing."

"Santana! That's not very nice. I'll kindly ask you to leave this meeting if you can't be more professional." Her boss told her while the other high-ups, Figgins, Emma and Beiste just nodded in agreement with Schuester.

"Fine." Santana fumed, as she picked up her laptop and swiftly walked away. How dare they confront her and humiliate her in front of everyone like she was some unruly child throwing a tantrum. She was in a senior position in the company and they didn't give her the respect she deserved. No one talked to her for the rest of the day for some reason but she ignored her co-workers. She didn't need them or anyone. What did they know about anything?

She groaned, realizing that she hadn't brought a packed lunch for herself that day and she was starving as the hours went by. She texted her personal assistant, expressing her annoyance that they hadn't sent food for her and just eventually walked outside when she didn't get a reply. She hated this type of cheap food but her stomach growled at the sight of the nearest hotdog vendor and she sighed, going up to them.

On the way over, some homeless man grabbed at the bottom of her pants, pulling at it and Santana jumped away in repulsion, glaring at him in outrage.

"What do you want?" She snapped.

"Please... do you have any change to spare?" He asked.

"No, leave me alone. It's your fault you don't have any money!" She spat, walking away briskly. She hated people who were stupid and lazy enough to end up needing to beg for money. Besides, that man was ugly and smelled terribly. She was happier than she thought she would be when the vendor passed her the cheap, greasy hotdog and she slipped him some cash. Junk food was beneath her but it was better than having nothing and she was pretty desperate.

Just then, some annoying guy in the line accidentally bumped into her and she cursed when she tripped. The food went flying out of her hands, accidentally landing in the dirt while her drink splashed onto her once pristine, red button down silk shirt.

Everyone laughed at her as this happened, including her co-workers Quinn and Mercedes who were also standing there. Santana just growled at them, giving up on the food and walking away with her fists clenched at her sides. She tried her best to ignore her hunger pains as her personal assistant never replied to her either.

She couldn't wait for the day to be over as nothing was going well for her and everyone was giving her these judgmental looks after how she had talked about Tina. By the time she finally got into her red Audi R8 to go home, Santana was beyond irritable and getting stuck in traffic for an extra hour didn't help. She drove like a maniac as she usually did, speeding and ignoring the way others were beeping their horns at her or swerving out of the way. To make things worse, lightning was beginning to strike while thunder roared and the rain was pouring like cats and dogs as she ran up the driveway on foot towards her mansion-like house.

Her umbrella didn't work, so her hair and clothes got completely soaked. She cursed when a nearby car drove by, splashing muddy water all over her. When she finally got into the house, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief but grunted in annoyance when someone was knocking loudly on the door a moment later. She looked through the peephole and scowled, realizing who it was but opened the door a crack. She was annoyed that Tina had followed her.

"Santana, please can you help me? My apartment is just up the block from here. It's raining and my car broke down. If you could just let me take shelter from the storm-"

"Get away from me! How do you know where I live? I don't care about your stupid car!" Santana grumbled, slamming the door in the girl's face. She had just had the worst day and Tina Cohen-Chang was expecting her to fix her problems. Little did Santana know, her day was about to get much worse.

"Please, Santana. I really need help!"

Santana did her best to ignore Tina's cries even though it sounded like the girl was sobbing and that did make her feel a little guilty.

"No, you should take care of your own problems, Goth!" She snarled, turning her away.

Santana wasn't expecting the door to open again on its own, as if by magic and Tina to have this terrifying expression on her face. She gasped when books, candles and objects began to levitate around Tina. This couldn't be real - she had to be dreaming or hallucinating.

"You're a selfish bitch, Santana. It's clear to me now that you don't have any love or kindness in your heart at all."

Santana recoiled in fright and repulsion as Tina advanced on her, holding open a heavy black book in her hands that looked like a witch's grimoire and chanting what sounded like some kind of incantation.

There always had been something a little off and weird about that girl with her all-black clothes, Santana thought. Something a little freaky. That was the last thing on her mind before she screamed in fear as her body began to transform. She looked down at her hands and claws were growing where her nails used to be. Black fur was covering every inch of her once smooth, buttery dark skin. The world around her looked much bigger but that was because she herself was shrinking rapidly.

"What have you done to me?!" She cried but what came out of her throat was a loud yowling sound. She was startled as she saw her reflection in the standing mirror nearby. Gone were her naturally high, sculpted cheekbones, plump lips and sharp jaw, replaced by something inhuman. Predatory, yellow eyes with dilated pupils stared back at her, along with pointed ears, whiskers, sharp fangs and a swishing tail. Instead of the beautiful looks she was once vain about, she was somehow in the body of a cat.

"You act like an animal so maybe being a beast really is your truest form," Tina laughed from high up above her as Santana hissed and clawed instinctively, her fur all standing up. "So here's the deal: if you can actually find someone who loves you in this form and you love them back before the next full moon then the spell will be broken. We all know that will never happen. If not then... I guess you're stuck. Maybe it's better for you. Oh well, sucks for you."

"You won't get away with this!" Santana shouted but again, the only thing that came out of her mouth was a fierce hissing sound as Tina just cackled menacingly and disappeared, vanishing into thin air in a cloud of black smoke. Santana just curled up into a ball and whimpered, hoping that this was all just a terrible nightmare she was about to wake up from.

To say that Brittany was a crazy cat lady was an understatement. She had ten cats already at home who were all rescues. She also had a popular Youtube channel for her volunteer group that was dedicated to caring for the local cat colonies in Lima. Her channel was so successful that she was able to live on those earnings alone.

That afternoon, she went out to the quiet streets with her small group of volunteers. She spent lots of time snapping photos of each cat and taking cute videos that she knew her followers would love. She knew each cat by name and all of her regular "stars" showed up one by one to get their screen time. The nearest cats jumped onto her backpack, digging their claws into it as they knew there was food inside. Brittany just giggled, carefully reaching into the bag and getting out the dry cat food along with some fresh water to pour out for them.

There was Celeste, a pretty, diluted calico, an older tom cat with a mean face and chips on the ears called George, a shy tortoiseshell called Sheila, and a peaceful white and tabby speckled female known as Domino who had given birth to many of the local kittens but was already pregnant again. Brittany knew and loved each of these cats like they were her own but she was surprised when a new, stunning panther-like black cat appeared suddenly when she finished sharing out the food to the others.

Santana couldn't stop the loud, pleading meow that came out of her when she saw this girl giving food to cats. She had been chased out of the house by her own maid who thought she was a random stray cat and had been wandering the streets all day, hungry and lonely. Everyone she saw shooed her out of their shops and homes, saying mean words to her or just ignoring her when she begged for food. She was so depressed that everything that happened hadn't just been a terrible dream. She felt sick with hunger and she was ready to give up.

She had already been in two cat fights with some of the local felines who weren't so happy about this new panther encroaching on their territory. She got lost and somehow found herself in this suburban neighbourhood, wondering how she was going to get food.

How could she be a cat? This was awful and fuck that Tina with her wicked, witchy ways. The great Santana Lopez was now a street cat? It couldn't be.

"Aw Brittany, look at that black cat! Where did she come from?" Marley asked her, watching the feral cat wearily. "I've never seen this one before ever."

Brittany... so that was the girl's name, Santana thought, not knowing why she felt it was so important for her to know.

"Hi, Sweetie. Don't be scared..." Brittany cooed softly, holding out her fingers for Santana as she gestured for her to come closer. Santana was surprised at how instinctual it felt to sniff them to make sure the girl was safe. She instantly felt more relaxed, loving the light, clean floral scent of the girl. "Sksksksksk..."

Santana grimaced at the odd hissing and whistling sounds Brittany was making at her from the back of her throat, as if she was talking to a cat. So maybe she technically was a cat at the moment but she felt mortified that someone was calling her like that. Strangely enough though, her ears switched at the sound and it did make her want to come closer. No, this was bad...she was really starting to think and act like an animal.

"Watch out, Brittany!" Sugar gasped when Santana began to hiss and her claws came out, batting at Brittany and the others aggressively with her paws when they came closer. She snapped at Sugar with her teeth bared when she tried to pat her head. "I think she's feral. She looks a little mean."

"Aw, she's not mean. She's just a little scared. It's okay, Baby," Brittany's heart just about melted for some reason when she saw this particular cat. The cat was small and thin, with short, glossy black fur like a panther and she looked weather-beaten, as if she had been through a lot. She especially liked her striking yellow eyes. She could tell that the cat was very nervous of them. "She just needs someone to care for her. Want some food?"

Brittany bent over to Santana's level and held out her open palm towards her, holding a little food. It smelled like seafood. Santana then noticed for the first time when she looked up at her how soft and beautiful Brittany was with her pale, freckled skin, upturned blue eyes and pretty face. She had never seen eyes like Brittany's that looked almost as feline as her own currently were. Something about the girl's presence was so calming to Santana and she was a tall girl, which appealed to Santana a lot in both human and cat form.

There was nothing worse to her than the idea of eating fishy cat food but her hunger took over and she began to eat from Brittany's hand timidly.

"Aww see, you don't have to be afraid. I would never hurt you," Brittany whispered softly, looking delighted at how Santana was eating for her and slowly putting out more for her. It was embarrassing how she started to purr when Brittany took a chance and began stroking her head and back softly with a gentle hand. "She's so pretty, like a little panther. You're purring!"

She would have blushed if it were possible. It was humiliating for sure that she was purring but it was nice having this pretty girl with her angelic face touching her, even if she was in this furry body. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched her, even as a human and she was starved for the affection. If she was still a human, she would have totally hit on this girl.

"You know what they say, black cats are good luck," The tall blonde girl told the others with a smile. "This one is gonna bring me lots of luck."

"I don't think that's how the expression goes, Brittany..." Rachel arched an eyebrow skeptically but Brittany didn't seem to hear her.

"Not much of an eater, are you?" Brittany commented, smiling when Santana turned her nose up at the offer of more food. She purred more loudly when Brittany scratched under her chin and crawled up into her lap when Brittany got onto her knees.

She was so happy that she began to knead her paws as she purred, her claws going straight into the material of Brittany's jeans and didn't care that she was probably ripping tiny holes into them. Brittany was ecstatic and giggled, stroking her head and back the whole time. She felt bad about trying to hit Brittany earlier with her paws when she was scared. She never wanted to scratch the girl.

"She's adorable!"

The other two girls came closer and Santana's mood shifted instantly, growling and leaning away from the others when they tried to touch her fur. Only Brittany was allowed to do that. The girls gave Brittany skeptical looks as she kept saying how cute and cuddly Santana was.

She jumped, startled and bolted away in fear as a car drove by really fast.

"Wait!" Brittany shouted but it was too late because Santana had already run away into the bushes. Santana didn't know what to do with herself but as the night wore on, the mice that were running by suddenly seemed delectable.

She was the legendary Santana Lopez... how could she be stuck in a tree? Heights had always scared her, even as a human so she was petrified whenever she looked down at the ground from the highest branches of the tree. The agility and speed that came with being a feline were fun but maybe Santana had gone a little overboard when she decided to climb a tall tree to impress Brittany with her skills. She meowed and screeched at the top of her lungs, terrified as time went on but all of the humans ignored her. It seemed like forever until that kind girl Brittany seemed to hear her when she was walking nearby and ran towards her.

"Oh no! She's stuck. Poor thing." She heard Brittany say and there was a concerned murmuring from the other volunteers. This was mortifying...

It shocked her when the girl began to climb the tree herself, easily scaling it with agility as if she herself was a cat. Brittany held her securely under her arm and Santana clung to her, digging her claws into her shirt as Brittany somehow got them both down safely with her athletic abilities.

"There, see? You're safe, Sweetie. I don't think climbing trees is for you." Brittany told her gently as she was still shaken up and clinging to the girl's pink tank top. She sweetly kissed Santana on her little head, making her completely melt at the show of affection and start purring as she gradually got over her ordeal. Brittany wrapped her up in a towel tightly when she began to squirm. No... no why was she making her into a burrito? Not allowed! Santana was so embarrassed by the blonde's next words.

"Aw, she's a little purrito."

Everyone began to fawn and laugh at how cute she looked, which made it more humiliating but Santana couldn't deny that it felt good to be wrapped up in the towel and held close to the girl.

When Brittany put her down, she circled her legs, wrapping her tail around them a little possessively. It was cute how the blonde had alternating pink and lilac polish on her toenails.

"What should we call her?" Brittany asked, tilting her head to the side in thought one afternoon while feeding the cats again.

For the last few days, Santana had been in heat and meowing hysterically at an abnormally high volume that made all the volunteers cringe while rolling around on her back constantly. She eventually started to cry, feeling uncomfortable but no tears came and all that anyone could hear were loud, pathetic meows. She spent the entire time hiding and clawed the hell out of any cat who came near her. Brittany tried to comfort her as best as she could by rubbing her back and even gave her a little catnip but Santana was tremendously glad that the heat seemed to be over now. That was the weirdest experience she had ever had.

Santana, my name is Santana! She tried to say but of course, all that came out was a raspy meow, which made everyone smile.

"I don't know, she's cool looking but a little scary sometimes," Sugar replied, patting Celeste who was purring happily. "Something a little devilish maybe...Satan, Lilith, Villanelle...Diabla?"

"Hm, I was thinking maybe Marigold... or Sunflower or Primrose...or maybe Cupcake?" Brittany mused. Santana scowled, bristling at these cutesy names. She at least needed an imposing, badass name if she had to be in this body. What kind of badass alley cat was called Marigold? Still, she couldn't be too angry when Brittany was scratching her under the chin.

"I think Diabla is a good name for this one. She's pretty but definitely a little monster sometimes, always with that scary look on her face." Rachel suggested with a laugh, Marley and Sugar nodding beside her as Santana continued to hiss and snarl at them violently whenever any of them came near - except for Brittany of course. All of the girls adored cats but Santana's grumpy moods were sometimes a lot for them to take, especially when the black feline chased the other cats away.

Just yesterday, she had bit Rachel on the arm when the brunette rubbed her head for a little too long. She even leapt out at the brunette at a random moment, giving her such a fright. Santana was the only cat who was persistently angry and mean, slapping the volunteers minus Brittany and the other cats every single day when she came for food. The girls had nicknamed her the Angry Black Cat.

"I still think Cupcake is better but Diabla will have to do I suppose. She's not that bad. Are you, Honey? I think she's nice." Brittany whispered. A very large, chubby German shepherd with a dopey face who was being walked nearby, tried to get close to Santana. She shrieked and hissed, jumping into Brittany's lap for safety because she was petrified of dogs. Brittany cuddled her close and it felt a lot better.

"Aw Diabla. That's just Finn. Don't you worry, that big puppy just wants to be friends," Brittany cooed as Santana's claws went out involuntarily and her fur stood up comically. She was a little annoyed that Diabla was apparently her new name but at least it was cooler than something like Patches or whatever people normally called their cats. "Ouch. Don't worry I won't let any big scary dogs get you."

She felt much calmer as she was cuddled by Brittany. It made her happy that she got the most cuddle time with the girl everyday out of all the cats. She liked being Brittany's favourite and she spent most of her days following the girl secretly to make sure Brittany was protected whenever she walked around in the neighbourhoods.

She had even bravely chased a dog ten times her size who had growled threateningly at the blonde once. The girl was so quirky and airheaded that she'd get distracted and Santana liked being her protector. For some reason, it made her pleased that Brittany seemed to live alone with no husband or boyfriend.

Santana smacked the orange cat George viciously when he walked up meowing to get Brittany's attention. George gave her an offended look but backed off.

"Don't be jealous, Diabla." Brittany admonished gently with a giggle as she stroked George behind the ears.

Santana kept following Brittany around for the rest of the day, even following right her down the street for once after she fed her. She felt very lonely and enjoyed the warm feeling she got with Brittany that she had never felt with anyone. The one good thing about her being a cat was that she got to meet Brittany, who was the most beautiful girl in existence inside and out.

"Oh someone really likes you, Britt. You've got a little admirer." Marley chuckled, glancing in the black cat's direction.

"You don't say. She literally never leaves her lap and only eats for Brittany. It's no surprise though because cats sure do love Britt," Rachel added, giggling. "If I didn't know better I'd almost think Diabla has a big crush on her."

Brittany bit her lip, watching her little shadow Santana who darted into the nearby flower bushes to act like she hadn't been following them. She was a master at hiding in small places and her scrawny body made it easy to fit into them. She almost got completely distracted by a butterfly and swiped at it, thinking it looked tasty.

"I think I should take her home with me, at least for a little while until I can find her a home. She just looks so alone and she needs someone to love her." Brittany finally said after a while. Deep down Brittany was thinking she hoped the little sleek black cat could stay with her forever.

Brittany's words reminded her of the curse Tina had put on her. Time was flying by so quickly and if she didn't find someone to love her as she currently was she'd remain permanently trapped in this body. She didn't know if Brittany would ever love her as much as Santana wished that she did. Who would ever love a battle-scarred, scrawny and ferocious black cat with a temper as bad as hers?

As the days had gone on, Santana began to feel bad about how she had treated everyone when she was a human. It was humbling when no one saw her as anything special - just an ordinary street cat with no food who had to accept the kindness of strangers to survive. She thought of how cruel she had been to the old beggar that day who just wanted some change, to Tina and to everyone else and it made her cringe.

When she was younger, her parents had spoiled her and given her everything she ever asked for but other people didn't have that luxury of being so rich and spoiled. She now realized how wrong she had been and how arrogant. Maybe she deserved this punishment.

Santana let out a high-pitched meow, startled when Brittany just picked her up in her arms and carried her. It was a little embarrassing and scary but she liked being carried around in Brittany's arms. She nuzzled into her chest.

They reached Brittany's tiny but cozy house that was just a little further down the street right next to the girl's parents' house that was almost identical. It was a lot smaller than the type of mansion Santana lived in and she certainly didn't have a team of maids and butlers. Nevertheless, Santana liked being around Brittany.

She had never liked another person's company this much, even when she was human. Brittany's other cats immediately darted away and cursed at her when the blonde introduced the new addition to them.

"Want some milk?" Brittany asked, taking out a carton and a little cat bowl. Santana meowed grumpily, still not liking being thought of as a cat. As soon as she saw and smelled the milk, her mind quickly changed and she immediately began lapping it up, making Brittany chuckle. It was the best thing Santana had ever tasted somehow even though she never really drank milk as a human.

When she was done, she spent an hour cleaning herself on Brittany's carpet. She climbed onto the girl's lap and licked Brittany's skin on her arm affectionately to clean her as well. Then she gave her a little lick on the cheek and tasted the salt on her skin.

"Ow, your tongue is like sandpaper but you're so sweet." Brittany laughed but cuddled Santana closer.

Brittany got up and changed out of her clothes right in front of her when they went into her bedroom later, making Santana start to feel very flustered. She was still a human after all and seeing a hot girl walk around topless, just wearing panties was a little too much for her. She couldn't take her eyes off of Brittany the whole time as the blonde slipped into comfy pink shorts and a tank top as pajamas.

The model-like girl picked her up and put the cat in her bed beside her under the covers that night, the other cats too annoyed at Santana to come around them. Santana curled up next to her and felt completely content, quickly falling asleep. It was a lot nicer than sleeping outside.

Santana slept well for the first night in what felt like a million years in Brittany's bed. When she eventually woke up, she stretched out and screamed when she looked down at her hands, seeing actual normal human hands instead of furry, clawed ones. She jumped up in bed in shock.

Brittany had been cuddling the black cat all night, thinking about how much she adored the aggressive but sweet cat. When she woke up feeling movement beside her, she saw a woman with a scowl that was identical to the cat's own. The blonde blushed and gasped when she realized that the woman with dark skin and black hair was completely naked. She was also the hottest person Brittany had ever seen lying right there in her bed. She had always loved dark eyes, dark skin and jet black hair, so this girl was was her ideal. It didn't take her long to figure out what had happened here.

"Diabla? Is that you?"

Apparently the idea that the stray cat she had been feeding could turn into a human wasn't so shocking for Brittany, which Santana was immensely grateful for.

"Yes, it's me. My name's Santana, actually," She explained, her heart beating fast as she tried to figure this out. She pulled the sheets up to cover herself, flustered under the blonde's stare when she realized she was fully naked. "I know this will sound crazy, Brittany but I'm a human. I mean... I've been a human all along my whole life. This witch turned me into a cat."

Brittany just nodded, staring at her wide-eyed the whole time and taking this all in. She accepted the explanation.

"But she said the only way the spell could be broken is if... I love someone and someone loves me before the next full moon...does that mean? Britt... you love me? How could you actually love me?"

Santana practically felt tears come to her eyes, in shock that Brittany could love her even in that cat form and even when she was so unlovable in every other way with her aggression.

Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's neck in a comforting hug. The blonde giggled and Santana was embarrassed when a purring sound came out of her throat as she began to rub her cheek against Brittany's automatically before she caught herself. Brittany gasped, looking down at her own breasts and a bright blush rose to her pale cheeks. Santana awkwardly removed her hands from Brittany's chest, realizing she was starting to knead her breasts as a reflex. At least Brittany only gave her a shy, flirty smile, not seeming to mind that Santana had touched her breasts.

"Of course I love you. What's not to love? Santana, huh? I love that name. It's really pretty just like you. Everything about you is just perfect, especially your eyes; they're so deep and haunting."

Santana just grinned, speechless and completely smitten with the girl. She was happy to be a human again and for once in her life she didn't feel miserable about anything.

"I guess this means you love me too?" Brittany asked shyly with a soft smile, her light blue eyes meeting Santana's dark ones.

"I guess so..." Santana nodded with a big smile. She couldn't resist leaning in and pressing her lips against Brittany's, smiling into it when the girl closed her eyes and eagerly reciprocated the kiss. Both of them blushed a little when the sheets slipped off of Santana again accidentally then Brittany suddenly looked at her, realizing something.

"You already saw me practically naked yesterday, so I guess this means we're even." Brittany giggled, pulling her into another kiss that quickly turned into a lot more than that when Santana stripped her out of those pajamas.