Hey guys, i saw an epic fanart of Santana as a street fighter, story's on tumblr but I don't know what it's called. I do however know that Santana Lopez as a street fighter is hawt. So here it is, please review, I love you guys and my lesbro Lauryn! (Puck and Santana's relationship is actually based on my friend and I. We're boxers!)

Disclaimer: STILL don't own glee. Damn, gotta work on that.

Chapter 1

"Come on, Snixx, you know how this works. Get in there, and kick their ass." Puck pushed the last knots out of her shoulders with his thumbs as he talked. "I got it, Noah. It's a blind-start, so what are you worried about? He'll be getting himself psyched out, probably praying it's not me. And it is me." He smirked behind her back. "There's the Satan Lopez I know and tolerate!" She laughed with him, Puck had been there for her all though her career and she wasn't about to forget it. "It's time, San. You ready for this?" Santana nodded confidently, she had never lost a match in her whole time fighting. Quinn Fabray walked through the doorway as the Latina slipped a robe over her shoulders, pulling the hood up but leaving the sides free. Quinn was one of her oldest friends and had been to almost as many matches as Puck had trained her for.

"Hey, Tana. Your opponent will be introduced first, and they won't know who you are until your name is announced, after your hood drops! Nice colour, by the way!" Santana had changed the colour of her robe to a deep, devil red. It fit her personality exactly, and she had needed to change the old one because people always knew it was her. Puck, Quinn, and Santana had decided to use a different colour whenever possible, because it gave her that much more fear factor. This way, Santana became a ghost, you never knew if it was her you were facing until the robe dropped and the name was called. Santana being who she was never failed to be amused by their expressions that ranged between shocked, angry, and to his never ending shame one man had fainted right there, on the spot.

It was safe to say that Snix had a reputation. Blind Start fights were here favourite, and today was a blind start. This basically meant that you didn't know who you were going to fight until about three seconds before you had to fight them. "Go get 'em, Satan." Puck whispered in her ear as the announcer gave the name of her opponent. "Brittany 'The Unicorn' Pierce!" Most fighters had a calling card, the removal of their robe. Santana noticed first with a little shock that her opponent was female, then that she was beautiful, and finally that she removed her cloak herself. Completely independant. "Lopez, mind out of the gutter!" Puck warned quietly, he knew his friend was gay, he was first to know. She just nodded, and put herself in line for her entrance. Ever the dramatics, of course Puck and Quinn went all out to give her the upper hand, and Santana was grateful that it was cool at the same time. This time though, Santana had cut it all out. She had decided that her entrance was her name, and that should be enough. Besides, the extra seven seconds it took gave the other fighter time to prepare for her.

Brittany 'The Unicorn' Pierce was tense. She always was before a fight, but this time an unsettling feeling had taken root in her stomach. Her coach had warned her that there is one fight here that you did not want, and that fight was Santana 'Snixx' Lopez. Of course, Brittany all ready knew. The blonde had been obsessed with the feisty Latina since she had started fighting five years ago, and Brittany knew she was still undefeated. In fairness, 'The Unicorn' was also undefeated, but whereas Santana had been fighting for seven years, Brittany only had two. When the entrance for 'Snixx' didn't start, Brittany didn't know whether to be disappointed that she wasn't going to meet her finally, or happy that she didn't have to fight her. But she couldn't dwell on it, the other fighter was here, mounting the steps into the ring. Normally the name would have been announced by now, but it wasn't unusual to get it held off for a few seconds.

A small-ish fighter in a rich red robe stood facing the floor with their hood up. A slender, feminine hand raised, and the fingers clicked once. Something else clicked, inside Brittany. That hand.. That female, tanned hand. Oh god.