A/N: So this fic's based on the movie Wild Child, but I've changed it a lot so I didn't think there was any need to make it a crossover :)

I also based this chapter a little on the episode of Modern Family when Haley, her friend and Alex trash someone's locker, but I tried to change it as much as I could :)

Chapter One: Trashing

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this," Sophie said.

Santana and her friend, Sophie, were just finishing eating lunch at their favorite restaurant, Breadstix. They'd spent the whole morning shopping, and they surprisingly needed a break.

"What?" Santana pressed, straightening up in interest.

"Nothing. It's really bad," Sophie smiled.

Santana gasped in excitement. "Tell me!"

Sophie put down her drink of coke. "Okay! When you and Puck were broken up, he went out with one of the cheerleaders and then Gabrielle said you were a skank and got all up on him!"

Santana gasped again. "Oh, my God! But she's so nice to me!"

"To your face, that's how she plays," Sophie stated, taking another sip of coke.

Santana smiled mischievously. "Well now she's gonna see how we play."

Sophie returned the mischievous grin. "What are we gonna do?"

Santana knew exactly what to do. She thought about going all Lima Heights on all three; Puck, the cheerleader and that loud mouth, but she had other plans. It would piss them all off and no doubt get them in trouble, and it would make her laugh and be proud. She just needed to wait until it was dark so no one would see them.

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That night came quick. She and Sophie had changed into darker clothes since they didn't want to get caught and there were a few houses opposite the street.

Santana drove to McKinley High – their school. She parked on the opposite side of the school where it was less likely to be seen, and also where the back entrance was. They got out of the car and scurried to the door. Santana pulled a bobby pin from her hair and started to pick the lock. Principal Figgins didn't think much of getting the school decent security, so the locks were no doubt over a decade old. The lock clicked and she looked behind her at Sophie and smiled. "We're in,"

They ran through the dimly lit hallways and went straight to Puck's locker. He had his locker changed numerous times for whatever reason, but at the time he had a bottom locker. Santana knelt down in front of it and put her arm behind her, wiggling her fingers in a gesture to pass something. Sophie fumbled through the bag they brought with things they'd need in it. She got the shaving cream out and put the canister in Santana's hand. Santana took the lid off and put the top of the can against the louvered vent of the locker, aiming the spray to go through them and into the locker. Santana and Sophie were giggling as she sprayed the shaving cream.

Once they finished decorating Puck's locker, they moved onto where the cheerleaders lockers were all lined up. Santana had no idea how they managed to arrange their lockers so they were next to each other, but it made it a whole lot easier to locate Puck's cheerleader's locker.

"I have an idea," Sophie whispered. She didn't quite know why she whispered, but it was probably the whole rush of braking into and sneaking around their school at night and the risk of possibly being caught.

Santana turned around from staring at the line of lockers. "What?"

"We should booby trap the lockers so that when they open them, a slushie falls down on them. They're always throwing slushies at everyone, so how about we show them what it's like to be slushied?"

Santana nodded. "That's actually a really good idea. You go get some slushies from the cafeteria, and I'll start on these." Sophie nodded, put the bag on the ground and then ran towards the cafeteria. The cooks didn't do a very good job of packing everything up after hours, so the slushie machine was still fairly full and still out.

Santana used the rest of the shaving cream and put it in each of the lockers – not knowing whose locker was whose, or which cheerleader Puck went out with. She got a new canister out of the bag and filled in the remaining lockers. Once she finished, she wrote along the whole line of lockers 'the boy is mine'. She took a few steps back and admired her work, smiling. She heard footsteps rushing towards her, and turned around. She could see Sophie's figure was running towards her. As she got closer Santana could see she was holding a box of some sort. It was only when she was no farther than a couple of meters away that she noticed Sophie was holding the actual container the slushies came in, the liquid sloshing around as she came to a stop. "What are doing?" Santana asked, raising her voice slightly.

"I couldn't carry over like a million slushies in cups, so I just brought this," she shrugged.

Santana couldn't contain a giggle. Sophie bringing the whole container of slushie was priceless. "Alright. What about the cups? Did you bring them?" Sophie lifted her arm and a small thud sounded on the ground. Santana could see the outline of a long cup rolling on the floor at their feet. She picked it up and saw the cups were sitting inside each other and there were about a dozen of them. "Awesome," she smiled.

"Can I put this down now? It's kinda heavy,"

"Yeah, yeah. Um," she looked around, squinting. "Go put it on a table in that classroom or something," she pointed to the classroom that was slightly to the right of the opposite side they were on. Sophie walked over there and put the container on the edge of the closest table, making sure there was still room to use the tap to get the slushie out. Santana walked over with the cups and put them on the table next to the container. "Here. We'll start filling them up," A few minutes passed and the slushies were now in cups, all lined up on the table. They each took one and made their way out of the room and to the lockers. Santana picked up a chair on her way out, dragging it with her so they could reach the top of the lockers easier. She saw a flash of light to her left and paused, letting go of the chair almost soundlessly and grabbing a hold of Sophie's sleeve, making her stop. "Shh,"

"What is it?" Sophie looked around and saw what Santana was looking at. Another flash of yellow bounced off the wall and faint footsteps could be heard in the distance. "Shit!" Sophie dropped the slushie and started running in the opposite direction of the noise. Santana had no choice but to run as well. She dropped the slushie and ran in the same direction as her friend.

"Hey! Who's there?" A deep male voice called out. Santana ignored it and kept running. Hell of a night to pick to clean the school, Santana thought. I wants to get my revenge on. She caught up with Sophie and they turned left towards the back of the school. There was a door coming up on their right, and Santana pointed to it. "There," she pulled Sophie towards the door and pushed it open.

The Janitor's Closet.

Shit, Santana thought. The bloody janitor is here and where do we hide? The janitor's closet! She rolled her eyes.

They were still breathing heavy, the heat from their breaths blowing against each other in the overly tiny closet. It was pitch black with an extremely faint light radiating through the bottom of the door. It was quite squishy and both the girls had something sticking into them; a broom, a bucket, bottles of cleaning products or the trolley used to put cleaning utilities on.

"What do we do?" Sophie whispered.

Santana didn't answer. She didn't know what to do. She didn't really want to be caught, but she wasn't nearly as scared as Sophie who extremely didn't want to get caught. She pressed her ear to the door and listened. She couldn't hear anything, so she opened the door a fraction as quietly as she could. There was no sign of anyone, so she opened it more. "Come on, no one's there. Quick," she whispered. She pulled on Sophie's arm and they ran out of the closet and to the door leading outside.

They were almost at the door when it opened, two tall dark figures walking in. They were very bulky, like they had things attached to their belts. When they stepped, their footsteps bounced off the silent hallway. They shone their long torches at the pair. "Stop right there! Police!"

Santana's heart skipped a beat, and she thought Sophie's stopped all together. "Wh-wha-?"

"You're under arrest for vandalism of school property,"

"What are you talking about? You can't arrest us for that! We didn't even do anything," Santana lied, shaking her head and taking baby steps backwards.

"I'm afraid we can." The taller of the cops walked over to Santana and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his side, grabbing Santana's arms and putting them behind her back. The shorter cop did the same to Sophie.

"Hey! I said we didn't do anything!"

"Then what are you both doing here so late, huh?" He raised his eyebrows. "We got a call from a janitor here. Says several lockers are damaged. And not to mention the school being broken into,"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Come on. Like there's anything worth vandalizing here anyway; it's already a dump." The cop put his hand around Santana's arm and walked her out of the school, Sophie and the other cop closely following. Great, Santana though. This is really happening and my parents are going to kill me. Or worse; send me to that stupid boarding school they always threaten to send me to.

A/N: Also if you haven't figured it out, it's set that Santana wasn't/isn't a cheerleader.

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