I don't own a house, so I definitely don't own Glee.

I hear the chanting and screaming of the other protestors as I'm running as fast as I can through the crowd. Dodging people left and right while avoiding the signs that are in my way. I can see Tina in the distance holding up her sign. I pick up my speed while trying to get lost in the crowd.

I let out a chuckle as I'm running away because right now, the policeman looks really pathetic. As time passes by, I don't feel anybody chasing after me anymore so I stop to look back but still the officer is still chasing me, he's just further behind. Another policeman cuts through the crowd in front of me and finds himself blocking me from getting any further.

I stop in my track because now I'm surrounded. I turn around and look at the other police officers and my eye lands on Will, "Hey Will," I say to the man in the uniform. He looks at the other police officers and dismissing them away from us with a nod of his head.

"Santana, you got to stop doing this." He says shaking his head.

"Stop standing up for something that's right? I don't think that's in my criteria today." I say, words lacing in sarcasm. Will looks to me and then to the backpack that I have secured on my shoulders but doesn't make any effort to try to take it from me.

"We have to take you in," Will says, still breathing pretty hard.

I shrug before bringing my arms out and up in front of me for him to put in handcuffs. I figure, I probably won't be able to get out of this because I'm literally surrounded by cops, so I mind as well let Will be the one to take me in. This happens at almost every protest. It's almost like a weekly routine.

As Will pulls me through the crowd in handcuffs, I accidentally walk into someone. As I turn around, ready to apologize I see it's a news reporter. She also turns around, confusion etched on her face. When I look at her, I feel like I've seen her before, but before I can think any further, I'm being pulled through by Will. As I'm getting pulled away, I don't let myself look away from her though. I swear I've seen her before. But as I get farther into the crowd, she gets lost in the crowd of people in front of me.

The chanting doesn't settle down at all and when I get pulled away, it gets even louder. We make it to the car and I'm about to enter when a random girl walks up to us and throws her arms around my neck and pants a kiss right on my lips. Will pulls the girl away and she gets lost in the sea of people. As for me? I'm still confused as to what just happened. "Who the hell was that?" he asks with confusion as he pulls on my elbow.

"I have no fucking idea." I say, shaking my head smiling.

Will shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He continues pulling me towards the car by my elbow and when we finally make it, he opens the door and I get in. Before I enter the car, I decide to have a little fun. I mean, I'm already going to jail. "Can I ride in the front?"

"No," Will says opening the back door. I kick it shut with my foot and Will definitely looks pissed but I'm having a ball so I continue.

"Come on, Will, I called shot gun last time. It's only fair." I say trying to convince him. Will shakes his head no again, and again, I kick the back door shut with my foot. Will closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a frustrated huff before going to the passenger door and opening it for me. I let out a smirk and enter the passenger seat. Before he closes the door, I hear Will mumbling something along the lines of, "Always so stubborn," but I don't really care at this moment.

As we're driving away, the noises from the people chanting slowly fade until it's completely silent in the car with Will and I, So I decide to start up a conversation. "So, Will, are you and Emma planning a 'Welcome Home' party for Ella when she gets here?" I ask, just knowing it'll piss him off.

Will turns his attention to me and I smile, "We don't know yet, Santana." He says. Ella is Will's daughter who just happens to be really, really, really, really pretty. Like everybody-stops-and-stares-when-she-enters-a-room- pretty. Which is why I was so surprised when I found out he was her dad. Will always gets butt hurt whenever I mention her because we're good friends and he doesn't think I'm a good influence on her.

I mean, I wouldn't say I'm a good influence because I make really horrible decisions, that I can admit to. But I'm definitely not the worst influence on her.

"I talked to her…what was it? A week ago, I think. She seems really excited to be coming back home." I comment. Will nods his head but I can tell he's extremely irritated with me by now. But somehow, I can't find it in myself to really care; so the whole ride to the station, I continue having my one sided conversation with Will.

Upon arriving at the station, Will gives me the same speech he always does, "You get one phone call, Santana. I suggest calling your dad."

Oh, besides him being my friend's dad, he's also friends with my dad. Well, more like they golf together but yeah. Them being friends is the only reason why I still have a clean record. I mean I didn't ask for it, because honestly I don't care but my dad still cares even if it's his company I'm putting up in jeopardy. It doesn't make sense to anyone else but it makes sense to me. No body really get's my father's intentions for doing the things that he does.

I scoff at him before calling the one person I know will always pick up.

After the third ring, he picks up, "Puckerman, here."

"Puck, I need you to come get me at the station." I explain to him, while looking around the station. Will's still giving me that disapproving look and all I can do is shrug my shoulders. I can't call Tina, she's still at the park, I can't call my mom because she's going to start crying and when I call her, it's possible my dad will show up with her, and that's the last thing that I want.

"Again? I don't know if I can bail you out this time, San." He says letting out a sigh. I hear shuffling on the other line and I roll my eyes a little.

"Why not?" I say exasperated. My other cell mates in the station are looking at me because I was pretty loud just then, I cover the phone before letting out a small cough before listening to whatever the hell it is that Puck is saying.

"I've had to bail you out three times within this month. It's ridiculous." Puck says. I can tell he's a little annoyed so I just let it go. I can deal with it.

"You know what? Fine, whatever." With that I hang up. I said he'll always pick up, not that he'll always bail me out. I guess I'm spending the night in jail. Oh joy. Maybe I'll get a tattoo; the guy I was sitting next to said he does tattoos. Oh, mom and dad would love that.

Not half an hour later, I hear heels clicking against the hard ground and I bury my face in my hands knowing exactly who it is. "Santana Diabla Lopez," is heard even before my mother is seen. I let out a sigh before standing up. Of course Puck would call my mom. I turn to the other people in the cell with me, "That's my cue guys, hopefully I don't see you later, but that's highly unlikely."

I bring my hands up and Will takes off my handcuffs. I rub my wrists from where the outlines of the handcuffs were. Fuck, those were on really tight. He unlocks the door and lets me out. My mom cuts in front of Will and then she's engulfing me in a hug, and then cupping my cheek, "Mija, are you okay?"

I roll my eyes slightly and nod. It doesn't pass my mom though, she sees everything. Letting out a sigh and then pulling me away and towards Will, I follow my mom-not that I had an option- and she's signing some papers before I'm getting released. I grab my backpack that's being handed back to me from Will. He gives me a stern look but I just smile back, "Pleasure doing business, William."

"Santana!" my mom chastises.

"It was a joke, ma." I say shrugging my shoulders. Now it's her turn to roll her eyes and shake her head. She sends an apologetic look to Will before we both walk out of the station.

We step outside and I see my parents' car waiting there with security waiting by the door; she still hasn't let go of my arm and I know where this is going to go, "I don't need a ride, Mom."

My mom turns around and looks at me with the same look she gave me when I visited her at work to tell her that I wasn't going to be attending Christmas dinner with her and dad. "I don't understand why you keep on doing this, San."

"You know why, mom. I'm doing what I think is right." I tell her. I'm not that surprised that my dad's not here right now, he's probably still at his party. If he wasn't hosting the party, he'd probably be here right now, probably yelling at me. It's not like I care.

"But…showing up at protests time after time and getting arrested at every single one? San you have to stop this." My mom says stepping close to me and cupping my cheek. I can see it in her eyes that she just wants me to drop this. She wants me to go back to her and my dad but I can't do that.

"I'll stop when he stops. He can't do this to people, Mom. He knows how important that place is to me and Abuela but all he thinks about is money. I can go on and on about why he's wrong, but me, you, and the whole goddamn world knows that he's wrong. The only people that see his side of it are his damn business partners." I say ending my rant. "I'm sorry I can't do what you want me to do Mom, I just can't."

I hear her let out a sigh before dropping her hand from my cheek and grabbing my hands. "At least just come back home for tonight, Mija. Please," she begs. I make no move to answer her and I think she takes the silence as a yes, but it's anything but that. I hold my mom's hand to stop her from pulling me to the car. When she turns around to me again, I shake my head because that's not my home anymore, "I'm going home, mom." I say, stepping closer to her and hugging her before turning around and walking the opposite direction.

The further I get from my mom and her pack of security that Dad's got hired, I feel more calm and content. I head back towards the building, as I get closer and closer, I see that it's now cleared of protesters just some news reporters lingering around trying to get the aftermath of the scene. I spot my motorcycle and make my way to it. I pick up my helmet and I'm about to put it on when I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn my head and see that news reporter from earlier—the one that I ran into.

She smiles at me and I smile back at her. Looking at her now, I know that I definitely won't be forgetting her. Her cameraman is tugging her elbow and she turns around and moves away from my direction. I pull my helmet on with a smile on my face. I pull my keys out of my jacket and start the motorcycle.

As I'm driving, I decide to take a little detour and go somewhere else before going home. I park and make my way into the bar. As I walk in I spot Mike and he places a beer down for me even before I take a seat. "You're not supposed to be working today," He chuckles.

I let out a soft chuckle myself too while nodding confirming that I was. "Did Tina make it back okay?" I ask.

Mike nods and throws the towel over his shoulder "I called her like an hour ago. She said it was really hectic and that she saw you coming out of the building but didn't know exactly what it is that you were doing."

"Well, you could say that I was…making progress." I say, smiling. Mike smiles but shakes his head at the same time. He's about to say something when someone comes up next to me and orders a drink, cutting him off, which might I add was extremely rude. Mike senses that and he give me that look telling me to let it go, but I just can't seem to let anything go today so I turn my head to look at the girl.

Turning to face her, I have my words set on what I'm about to say to her but all the words that were once on the tip of my tongue just disappeared when I finally set my eyes on her. Fuck. It's that news reporter. I stare at her for a while-unconsciously that is. She quirks her eyebrow and smiles, "yes?"

I blink a couple times before returning back to earth. She's smirking and I'm confused. Who the hell does she think she is? I mean, she's pretty, but just because you have a pretty face doesn't mean you can treat people like that. "I'm sorry, but that was really rude," I tell her.

She stands up straighter and this time I have to look up at her. "But he's the bartender, isn't he supposed to be doing his job?" she asks crossing her arms.

Wow, I liked her a lot better when all we did was smile at each other.

"His job is—"

"San, just let it go." Mike says cutting me off, "It's okay."

I look to her then to Mike before letting out a huff, "Whatever." I say picking up my drink and moving a few seats over so I can get away from her. I sit down and turn in my seat to look at the other people in the bar. And just when I was about to get up, the seat next to me is being taken up by the same blonde news reporter just seconds ago. "Yes?" I mimic not even bothering to look at her.

"And you say I'm rude." She retorts.

I take another sip of my beer before turning my body to face the girl. I place my drink on the bar-pretty loudly I might add-and stand up. "You are rude…and a bitch. Aren't news reporters supposed to be at least decent?" I ask.

"Oh, you are such a charmer." She says sarcastically. She moves so that she's standing in front of me. "I bet you just have people swooning over you." She adds. I don't know if she's trying to get under my skin with her sarcasm, but it's definitely not working. I actually think what I said to her bothers her more than what she's saying to me now.

"You bet I do, sweetheart." I say, smiling knowing just how much it'll piss her off. I look behind me and see that Mike kind of busy so I decide that I should probably get home. I make my way over to him, "I'm heading out. See you later, Mike."

Mike gives me a nod, "I'll tell Tina to call you when I get home," he says in lieu of a goodbye.

As I make my way through the bar, I can still feel the news reporter following me. I make it to my bike and stop to turn around to face her. "Well, sweetheart, I would say that it was nice meeting you, but then I'd be lying." I say giving her the most fake smile I can muster up before pulling my helmet on.

"You're an ass, you know that right?" she says causing me to stop what I was doing.

I let out a chuckle before turning my full attention to her, "I swear just not too long ago, I was, and I quote, "such a charmer". What's with the change of heart?" I ask.

The news reporter crosses her arms and she rolls her eyes. "You are unbelievable."

"You don't even know me." I smirk before pulling my helmet completely on, "...but so I've been told."

She stares at me for a while then she takes a step in my direction but before she gets any further; her name is being called out from inside the bar. I look behind her to see her camera operator looking at me and her but she still hasn't taken her eyes off of me.

She lets out a sigh before taking a step back and turning around to look at the blonde guy. "Hey, Sam. What's up?" she says.

I feel like this is my cue to leave so slowly and quietly I use my foot to kick the stand up, balance the motorcycle before driving off not even bothering to look back at them. People nowadays are just so…complicated. Yep, definitely won't be forgetting her for a while.

I make it to my apartment within ten minutes and I open my empty fridge and pull out the last bottle of beer while making a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow. I untwist the cap and take a drink before setting it down on the table.

Turning on the TV, I lean back a little. Right when the screen comes on, showing different colors, I'm not surprised to see what they're main coverage is.

I pick up my beer and take another drink while listening to what the anchorman is saying, "…Billionaire Martin Lopez host a corporation party while protesters start a party of their own in front of his building."

After hearing that, I stand up and turn off the TV before heading to bed.

Tomorrow's another day.

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