A/N: Hello everybody! Chapter 2 of Holding My Heart Captive is in session! Hope you have fun reading it because I had fun writing it. I got the idea for this chapter from my crazy brothers who decide we should watch stupid infomercials on youtube lol. If you want to see the stupid commercial for the Handy Peel, go to the link here:

watch?v=XKQ1kOvVNUk

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or it characters. I also do not own the Handy peel ( like I would want to)

I walked slowly to my father's hospital room with my head bent, staring down at my worn converse as if that had something interesting on them, deep in thought. I have been thinking a lot since I had woke up this morning. Mostly about my father and Puck's insane idea.

Any time I was thinking of something that didn't involve Puck's idea it was always nagging at the back of my head wanting to forcefully push its way to the front , somehow it always succeed.

I couldn't help but to think of it, to think of the possibilities of what I could do with the ransom money. I could pay my billings, get a better house, buy anything I desired, or I could go to college and get a degree in whatever the hell I wanted.

I stopped moving when I reached my father's hospital. I was too anxious to actually go in. I could save my father with that money, and then he and I could live happily ever after in some fancy ass penthouse, but only if I kidnaped Brittany S. Pierce. I don't think I could do that. Abduct someone from their family, worry them half to death, then after all their pain and suffering take their money for a crime I had commit. I would just feel too guilty to even try.

Loud giggles broke me from my stupor. I realized it was coming from my father's room. Since his door was ajar I could hear the giggling clearly. It was obviously coming from a female. I groaned aloud knowing what my father was up to.

I opened the door and stomped in trying to make my presence known to the two adults who were cunoddling like teenagers. Stomping my feet still didn't break the nurse and my father apart. The nurse was sitting sideways on my father's bed, doing what seem to be as kissing him.

I gagged, then coughed loudly having enough of their um intimate moment (I guess you could say that). They broke apart quickly, with the nurse jumping off him and to the side trying to act as if I saw nothing.

The nurse began to run her hands over her uniform awkwardly "H-hello Miss Lopez" she sputtered out.

"Well hello you too. Having a productive day?" I questioned with intent of mischief.

"Yes, fine." The nurse mumbled before walking around me for an escape "Excuse me."

Once she was gone I glared at my father. "Why do insist on seducing each and every nurse that the hospital gives you, this second one this month!" I sneered tried of my father's antics.

My father just tilted his head sideways and looked at me with a lopsided grin. I can't help but to let a smile creep up onto my face.

"Mija" He said quietly while patting the spot the nurse had just occupied. I groaned jokily and trudged over to and sat in the spot my father pointed out for me.

My father looked at me with a loving smile, and then he raised his big rough hand and surprisingly gently began to stroke my hair. I lean into to the touch; I had always loved when my father did that. I would miss it. I tried not to think like that but I couldn't help it. But if I went along with Puck's plan I wouldn't have to. No I couldn't. I pushed the thought once again to the back of my head not want to think of it. I only wanted to think of my father.

"What time do you have to be at Super Save-a-lot?"

"At 3:00, but I get off at 9:00 so I can still come back to see you"

My father sighed "I think we need to talk."

"Ok"

"First, you know that messing around with the women here is the only fun that I ever have. With you banning True Blood I am bored out of my wits, and gosh darn it I have needs" he said raising his eyebrows.

"Eww, you did not just say you have needs!"

"Well I do and I also have a theory about why you won't let me have my fun with the women."

"And what is that?" I say curiously.

"You're jealous that you can't find someone to fool around with." My mouth gaped at his accusation, before I could defend myself he cut me off by raises a hand. "Mija, you need to get yourself a girlfriend and stop spending every minute of the day here. You should be spending your life with your girlfriend or whoever makes you happy. And Puck doesn't count in making you happy, that guy is an asshole."

"But—"

"No. We both know someday I won't be here and before that day comes I want to die knowing that my little girl is with someone that makes her happy. Promise me that you will find some happiness somewhere, rather it's within a job or a person."

I stared at him, not knowing where this sentimental man had come from. This is the first time we had actually brought up him dying directly, and if I was happy. A tear slipped from my eye as I bowed my head breaking eye contact with my father, not being able to look him in the eye any longer.

My father toke one of his fingers and lightly lifted my chin up to reconnect our eyes. "Mija, promise me"

I breathed in a gulp of air before responding "I promise"

"Good girl." My father said with a smile that broke the somber mood in the room, I had no choice but to smile back.

I suddenly thought of Puck and blurted out "Papá , I-I wanted to ask you a question?"

"Yes mija, what is it?"

I stood up and began nervously pacing. "W-What if there is a possible way that I could save you but it is not a very, umm what you could say as a honest way to help you, would you want me to do it?"

"It depends" He starts with a serious face "Is it drug dealing or prostitution, because I will not tolerate that! I will not have my little girl being some streetwal—"

"No, no Papá it's nothing like that at all. It may be even worse." I mumble the last part not wanting him to hear me.

"Well, if you think it's the best thing to do for me then go for it." My father says with a sad smile.

I shake my head because honestly his advice is no help at all. That's the thing I don't know if Puck's plan will be good for him or me for that matter.

My father looked at the overhead clock "I think it's time for you to leave mija."

I walk over to him and kiss his forehead then whispered "Go ahead and flirt with the nurses, I want you to be happy as well."

"I love you mija."

"Love you too Papá."

"Excuse me, Miss" a muffled voice said from above me.

I open my eyes and looked up at the person who had spoken. Before I was interrupted, I was asleep on lawn chair in Super save-a-lot. I figure since it was damned near 9:00 no one would be trying to shop this late. So I said hey I mind a well take a little nap, that was until this fuck wad decides to wake me up. I swear I hated this job and I hated people. But what could I do I needed the money.

"What do you want?" I groan impolitely while stretching my stiff arms above my head.

"How come you're not nice like the other employee's?"

I scoff before answering "Well its like 8:30 something at night and you're shopping. Second you really want me to be fake excited when I really don't give a fuck. You probably will be thinking why this bitch is talking to me like that anyways. So why bother, you know."

The women turned her skinny nose in the air and said "You're so rude for an employee."

"Just keeping it real. So what do you want?" I say standing fully out of the lawn chair.

"Oh right, do you have the Handy Peel."

"The Handy what?"

"The Handy Peel from the infomercial's?" The women states like it obvious.

"Ok so I have no idea what the fuck that is so I doubt that the store will have it, sorry" I said without even a hint of actual sympathy.

"Shouldn't you go look for it?" She replies back with an attitude. I exhaled really loudly so she could know I was annoyed.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, looked at the time. "Oh look at the time, ten minutes before I get off. So I couldn't care less if you find whatever the fuck you're looking for. Have fun."

I walked off ready to go home and crash when I pass my boss stocking shelves when he decides to slap my ass. I turned around towards him so fast my ancestors would have got whiplash.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" I growled. My boss was around my age and was probably a spitting image of Puck personality wise. I had always caught him checking me out, I mean who wouldn't, I'm hot but he never tried to touch me psychically. Until now that is.

"You know you wanted up on this since you started working was getting a little slow around here so today, I decided was the day that would happen." He stated in an obvious manner with a dumbass smug smirk on his face. My boss then stepped forward until his hips were against mine. He put his hands around my waist and leaned in to kiss me.

I slapped him as hard as I could. He stumbled back, hold his cheek. "Bitch, what is your problem!" He shouted in rage. But he was not even close to how angry I was.

"¿Qué mierda es tu problema! ¿Por qué alguna vez te gusta! " I shout before kicking him straight in the balls. My boss groaned in pain and kneeled on the floor holding his balls.

"Next time, if you touch me again and I will shove your tiny dick so far down your throat it will come out of your ass! Comprende?" I started to walk away from his sorry ass when I stop. I quickly take off my red Super save-a-lot vest, and then threw it hard on my bosses pained face.

"You know what there won't be a next time .That was the last fucking straw. First it was the ass hole of a lady asking for gods knows what now your perverted ass. I quit! Have fun groping the other employees." I say before storming in the direction of the exit.

I felt the relief of quitting this job before my feelings quickly change to being terrified. How would I make money now? How would I be able to pay my apartment bills now? How will pay for hospital bills?

I push open the doors that led to outside. Brisk air greeted me I as went outside. I stood there and breathed it in not ready to continue into my reality. As I stood there breathing in the air something clicked inside me.

I know where I could get money from, and a lot of money at that.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed Puck's number. After a few second's he answered with saying "What's crackalackin?"

I toke in a shaky breathe before saying "I'm in."

Translations:

¿Qué mierda es tu problema: What the fuck is your problem!

¿Por qué alguna vez te gusta : Why would I ever like you!

Okay so there's chapter 2. Hope you liked it. Now click the review button! That's an order! (joking)

~~Sly