A/N: This takes place 1925, Chicago and will feature both the characters and the appropriate situations from the show. It's also a Finntana story. So be prepared. Ships so far: Finntana, Fabrevens, Puckleberry. Features some obvious Finchel and some Brittana/Pucktana but is mostly a Finntana and Santana-Centric story
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. But who would want me to if I'd just set it during the Prohibition xD
"Good day Miss Lopez!"
The shout doesn't deter her from her purposeful stride across the street. She barely offers a nod toward the pitiful sap who noticed her beauty and felt the need to act like a gentlemen—no a patsy, a poor pathetic loser and tip his hat in the middle of traffic. Men did that often for the beautiful woman, and what did they get for it? A once over from beautiful eyes, a scoff if you were ever that lucky. Santana Lopez wasn't one for gentlemen.
The lady let out a quiet snort and slid into her new Ford Model-T, a real showstopper. Shiny and black. Perfect for her, attracted attention. Well, more attention. Even with her job, in this risky business, in the risky time of 1924 when people like her were in pursuit and fighting among the secret ranks and allegiances', she still liked to be noticed.
Despite her cold nature toward men in this town, she had the most suitors in the Windy City. Her skin was soft to the touch and caramel tinted; her hair was black and currently swinging down her shoulders in shiny waves, her face was painted up with the finest imported goods from Paris. Blush and lipstick—lipstick that painted sexy, plump lips with perfect teeth hiding behind it. Even her eyes were revered, the color of fine chocolate, that were lit up by the fire of her promiscuous and dangerous background and framed by thick lashes. Her body was perfect, from her long legs, to her defined chest and rear end, to her perfectly dainty and perfectly manicured fingers.
Even dressed simply today. In a white collared button down shirt, complete with a silky black tie with a small red pin, a black skirt with only the tiniest slit revealing her legs, heels, a gray fedora and long black driving gloves, Santana was still the sexiest thing Chicago had.
'Why wouldn't men want to court me?' she thought smugly.
She was admired, and lusted after. However she wasn't the kind of girl good men would want. She reminded herself as her foot pressed the petal and she rocketed down Main Street, wind from the slightly open window blowing her hair behind her. She tightened her grip on the wheel and turned, heading in the direction of her empire.
Most women of this time were either poor, house wenches who did the bidding of a man while they spent they're hard earned monotonous job money divulging in secrets. Or of course the want-to-be fast women who smoked, cut they're hair really short and pretend they're the kind of lady that takes no orders when really, they aren't even remotely different from the house girls.
Well she was neither.
She was a hard-working, independent woman. She was Santana Nadine Lopez. The Gangster Queen of one of the hugest liquor bootlegging, liquor smuggling and drug cartel in the whole of the United States (Called the Flame Ladies officially, but only in the hush-hush. Harder for her to leave a trail.) She practically owned Chicago, or at least ran most of it for the Big Guy. She loved to brag that she was the only woman ever taken seriously by Al Capone. Of course, he only let her live because they were family. He was her older, more distinguished cousin.
She brought the car to a slow halt and turned it off. She slowly turned the crank to close the window and exited, tossing her keys to one of her guards. They would take her baby and store it safe away until she summoned for it. She didn't even look back once as she entered a seemingly shoddy building. Bricks littered the floor outside, it was marred with dirt, and the windows were tinted with dust and grime. The building was not fit for a stunning creature like herself.
The outside.
She stepped inside and her eyes were instantly relieved of the outer eyesore. The walls, as per her request were lined with red pinstripe wallpaper, like in those fancy New York hotels she had the privilege to have stayed at. The floors were tiled with marble that gleamed brighter than the flashing gold lights that were spread out among the long corridor.
She walked down the long marble staircase, clutching the gold banister and retreating slowly to the basement, muttering greetings to the bowing men who passed; who stood to the side in respect. This was the woman after all, who built up this entire empire at the tender age of 15 when she took Big Al's big business advice and tailored it to fit her own needs and wants and who was now only 18 and the biggest woman, hell one of the biggest names in this business—and more importantly knew how to use the cold gray pistol that was held against her thigh with her little garter belt.
Finally she reached the epicenter of her business, the brewery. You see, she wasn't a fool, she knew she couldn't trust any tobacco-chewing, dull headed man puppet on their own handling this much of her life blood.
This was like an office, you show up on time, you brew, you get paid and you get the hell out.
She breathed in the smell of fresh Moonshine, heavy and inebriating, saw the gold liquid and the frothy white bubbles in the tanks, and smirked. All good.
She walked into her office. Throwing her hat on the coffee table and peeling off her gloves one finger at a time then tossing them casually on the red leather couch on the other side of the room. She sat down.
It was then that the door opened and her best friend, Brittany, walked in. She allowed a genuine smile to cross her features and she got up again, greeting her beautiful blond companion with a hug.
"Hello Britt." She finally let go and followed her friend to the desk again, sitting back down and waiting for the girl to sit down in the chair across from her.
"Hello San-San." The girl chirped back finally before opening the briefcase she had evidently had in her hand from when she came in. She took out a few papers, some with words and more with numbers.
"How's the hooch brewing milady?" The sweet blond asked, straightening out the papers and setting her case on the floor by her feet.
"Quite well. We've got ourselves quite a batch coming along. Now, let's get down to business. What was so important that you wouldn't let me know about 'till now?"
"I've got a hot ear for tips Santana, and as you know, we've got our spies around the police department…"
Santana didn't quite get the point.
"So? All we need is a good set o' bills to keep those justice apes quiet." She helpfully tapped her chest with her finger where bills by the hundreds were safely kept in her bra.
"What's the beak of a mallard got to do with monkeys…?" Brittany asked, now herself lost.
"Money Britt. We use money to bribe the cops and they go away." She deadpanned. For all of her patience with her she sometimes herself got a little worn out by the girl's cluelessness.
"Oh! Well we can't bribe them. They're sending one of their top cops under cover, but luckily, Sam and his girl got me some information and a picture. He's apparently going to find a way into us and try to get close, so he can kill two birds with one stone… although I'm still not so sure what birds have to do with this…" she broke off confusing herself again. Quickly recovering she passed the picture and documents over to Santana who took them in her hands and slowly read over the documents.
"His name is Finn Hudson, he's caused the arrest of two big guys, Big Duncan Terzo and Ace Malone." Brittany stated as Santana read the little details.
"Impressive. Not threatening but impressive. Ace and D are pretty strong but lacking in the noggin department." She giggled a little. She'd known those boys back when they told her to settle for being a mistress if she wanted to even be close to this business. Idiots.
"He also cracked the case of where Cousin Al kept one of his big stashes of Blue Lady." Brittany got to next.
That made Santana reel back a little. She remembered that. She of course had her men rescue a big load before the arrests started but it was a bigger loss than gain overall. Wow. This guy was no fool.
She finally got to his picture and stared for a second. Not bad at all. Tall compared to the other guys, but not tall gawky. He had some muscles hidden in that, admittedly smoking hot police academy uniform. And she was a sucker for a pretty face.
She smirked, gaining control of her thoughts again.
"Wanky."
"Yep. He's our age San. In fact, his birth date is three days after yours. Nice huh?" She smirked.
"If he's a man my age, then this should be easy…"
"…He's married."
Oh this is some bull—
"No problem." She lied though a smirk, she was the most sizzling thing to ever walk these streets but did he have to be married… made her job harder.
"I got some snapshots of his wife."
"Hand em' over."
She slid the pic to Santana and her panic went away. Short. Only slightly pretty. Short. Huge nose. Short. Short. SHORT.
"Oh this is so going to be easy."
"He's going to be around tonight in our central speakeasy, not to arrest but to start looking for ya. Should I assemble some guys to "Take Care" of him boss?"
"No. I'll go it alone."
Brittany's greenish-blue eyes widened
"Is that safe? San, you're not even going to take Sam or Matt or even Hummel?"
"Nah. You know me. Never sending a man to do a woman's job." She confirmed, and then added softly for her friend's benefit.
"I'll be fine Britt. Don't worry about me kay beautiful? I'll be fine for as long as I'm running this town." She gently pecked her friend on the lips, something only Brittany was allowed to receive, then leaned back in her chair, kicked up her feet on the desk, grabbed a cherry lollipop to suck on and let Brittany leave with a wave of her hand so she had the quiet time to start on her game plan.
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'Finn Hudson, prepare to have your little world turned upside down…'
A/N: Short... For me. And the Finn intro should be just as short. maybe a bit longer because it features more than just Finn and Rachel. Well, hope you don't abandon this story. r&r please! :)