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Santana looked at the girl before her in awe. No one had ever been this sweet to her in a relationship. So many people had just wanted her for sex. She guessed that was the disadvantage to always dating people older than her, but she also had intolerance for immaturity.

It had been two months since her birthday party and since she and Jenna had decided to start talking. Jenna had yet to try to pressure her into the relationship. Jenna knew Santana was fine being who she was, but she didn't want that to change for the girl. Jenna really enjoyed Santana's company and was starting to develop strong feelings for her.

"So what do you say?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, of course." Santana smiled and turned around as Jenna slipped a necklace around her neck.

"It's even long enough to sit below your locket and they look great together." Santana wrapped her arms around the girl tightly. "I'm glad I can finally call you my girlfriend."

"I am too Jenna."

"Come on let's get you home."

"Actually can you drop me off around the corner from Alaska's. There has been some stuff going on." Santana exhaled frustrated.

"Yeah babe."

Jenna got in the car and Santana walked around to the passenger side to get in the car. It was a silent ride from the lake to Alaska's road.

"I could drop you off at her house, Santana."

"No, stop, NOW.."

Jenna slammed on the breaks and Santana's body went flying forward into the dash. She threw the car in park and turned to look at Santana. "A, I told you to put on your seat belt and B, why did you yell at me?"

"You are not going to be at Alaska's, just no."

"Don't just tell me no. I will do as I damn well please Santana."

Santana let her head drop feeling the anger from Jenna like a slap in the face. Santana reached her hand out to grab the one on Jenna's leg. Jenna pulled back slightly but Santana's reflexes were quick enough to catch her. She brought the hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss on it.

"I'm just trying to look out for you, ok? You don't want to be there right now. You do not need to be around us. Not where everyone knows we are."

"I can protect myself."

"Not in this world Jenna. I let you in because I feel like you needed to know what you were getting into. Please don't push it."

"Ok, fine."

"Thank you. Now, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Santana lifted from her seat to lean over and press a lingering kiss on the girl's lips.

Santana exited the vehicle and watched as Jenna drove off. Santana threw her hands into her hoodie and played with her hands. She put her head down and walked the distance to Alaska's driveway. Once inside the driveway she heard some footsteps moving at a pretty rapid pace. She jerked around to find someone running toward her.

"Protégée right?" The guy smiled in malice.

"What's it to you?" Santana stood her ground waiting for the guy to make a move.

"Oh, nothing." Santana stared the man down before backing away. The man jumped into action as soon as she took her first step. He reared his fist back to swing but she moved as his fist flew beside her face. She grabbed his arm and pulled him picking her knee up to place it in his abdomen. When he bent over to clutch his stomach she sent a left hook into the side of his face. The man slowly bent down to the ground in obvious pain. She was glad she had begun working out after joining the 731. Santana ran up the driveway.

The man caught her about the time she got to the first car. He wrapped her in a choke hold waiting for her strength to fade away. She fought until she just couldn't, the choke hold wearing heavily on her breathing. The man let go with his left arm enough to cup his hand around her throat. Santana caught her breath and began struggling again.

"I really didn't want to have to do this." The guy sneered. He reached behind himself and pulled out his gun. He flipped it around his finger and grabbed the barrel. Santana felt herself begin to panic knowing there was nothing she could do.

"Don't worry, you aren't who he wants. I just need you to deliver a message." Santana felt the sharp pain of the butt of the gun connecting with her head. As her head began to pound she felt a cold sensation overcome her body. Zig-zags of red and yellow filled her vision and she knew she must be dreaming. She slowly pulled her eyes open and realized she was staring at the ground.

"Show your little gang that, 931 all day." Santana heard the man growl viciously in her ear. For a moment she didn't feel anything and figured he was talking about her head, when she reached up and felt blood.

Santana tried to pull herself up from the ground. She realized her shirt and hoodie were raised up and not just a little bit. Santana placed her hands on the ground pulling her knee up and into the ground to stand. She pushed up and fell back into the car because of the pain that shot through her back. It was as if she was on fire and the car applying pressure made it worse. She yelled in pain before forcing herself to the walk to the house.

"Ashlye…" Santana breathed out upon throwing the door open.

Alaska who was cuddled on the couch with Quinn watching a movie, jumped up at hearing her name off her best friend's lips. It was weird to hear it. She immediately knew something was wrong. She ran to the door and Santana fell into her. She wrapped her arms around the girl realizing she had passed out.

"QUINN!" Alaska felt panic take over and her breathing increase. Quinn rushed to her side and even as tears prickled at her eyes she held her composure. Speaking in a calm tone she began talking.

"Baby, calm down, let's get her into the living room and we can get her awake. She can tell us what happened." Quinn placed her hand on Alaska's cheek and nodded making the girl nod back to her and take a deep breath. Alaska moved her hands to go to pick her up and when she looked down she was met with blood.

"Quinn, grab her feet." Quinn looked at her inquisitively but just did as she was told. Alaska moved her hands to reach under both of her arms. They sat Santana on the couch and Alaska began pulling the hoodie off.

"Get some cold wet rags, Q." Quinn ran into the kitchen gathering three dish towels and throwing them under some running water. She rang them out just as quick and ran back into the living room handing them to Alaska who had Santana down to her bra. Alaska put one rag on her neck, one on her stomach and started patting one on her face.

"Do you know where my brother's first aid kit is?"

"Is it upstairs in his bathroom?"

"Yes, get it please." Santana began slowly opening her eyes again. Alaska kept rubbing the rag on her face waiting until she was fully responsive. Santana saw Quinn come back in the room with a first aid kit and a bottle of water. Taking the top off the bottle, Quinn placed it to Santana's lips. Santana took a small drink.

"You're ok babe. Quinn can you please get us some towels and the bottle of vodka over there or you can sit here, just make sure she doesn't fall back please."

"It's ok baby, I got it. I'll be right back."

"I feel like hell A."

"Who did this?"

"Someone from the 931, I don't know who they wanted. What did they do to me, A?" All Alaska could do in answer was shake her head. She knew if she said anything Santana would be send into a rage. Alaska knew she was hardly holding her anger in herself. She wanted more than anything to run out the door and take care of EVERYONE in that gang, but she wouldn't do anything without caring for her best friend.

" ." Santana growled.

"He… carved something into your back." She watched as Santana's eyes flashed with pure hatred and disgust.

Quinn returned placing the items in front of them on the coffee table. Alaska laid two towels across the couch for Santana to lie on. She gave her the bottle to take a long swig from before helping her lay on her stomach. She gave her one towel to bite and Quinn held her hand as Alaska cleaned and bandaged her wound.

Santana had to miss school for a few days afterward. Estefan had come to see her and see what had happened. He made sure she was excused from school. This was the point that changed so much.

Around a year later

Over the past year Santana had changed. After her incident she did a 180. She quit associating with people that weren't in her gang, besides when she had to in school. Her grades and everything stayed up, but she was the residential badass. Estefan was banking on her taking over when she was older. Her reputation and what she was known for was completely different than what it use to be. She may still be Protégée but she had definitely made a name for herself separate from Estefan.

About six months after being scarred she had received a text from Brittany jokingly stating she was mad at Lord Tubbington for joining a gang. Of course she knew it meant something different and even had the blonde explain that her dad had brought him a leather jacket and hat because it was cute but he looked like he was in a biker gang. She then told Santana how she told him he had to leave the gang because gang members weren't the kind of people he needed to be around.

To say it hurt Santana was an understatement. She really thought she could fall for Brittany even though she was with Jenna. Something about Brittany just drew her in, but she knew the girl she had formed a relationship with would be disappointed with her and wouldn't want to be with her. She finally quit texting Brittany back and pretty much went on a rampage. That was when she let everyone that wasn't affiliated go, except for Jenna. Jenna was completely supportive of the life the girl led.

Santana made a new name for herself. Whenever they had to make drops or whenever they had to get some owed money she tortured the person instead of killing them. She had gone this long without killing anyone yet she is one of the most feared members. The first time she tortured anyone it was the man that had scarred her. She tied him to a chair in his own basement. She burned him, she cut him, she hit him with a bat. She branded him. She waited until he could no longer retain consciousness before leaving him to die. Severe blood loss and blunt force trauma had ensured he wouldn't wake up for a while. One of his gang members had found him and rushed him to the hospital. He was in a coma to this day. The cops had no leads and eventually the case died down. The one time his gang tried to retaliate they lost five members. After the loss Santana and her gang were left alone.

Santana walked down the halls of her high school holding her helmet. She headed to her locker when she was bumped into by some freshman. She was a senior now and she knew she ruled the school.

"Back the fuck up kid. You have one more time to let that shit happen 'afore I endz you." Santana released the hold she had on the young boy's shirt throwing him back and into the lockers. When she looked back up she was met with the hazel eyes of her old best friend. She watched as disappointment clouded his face. She missed the boy more than she would ever admit. She reached up to grab the locket he had given her and was met with a sad smile from him. When she got to her locker two girls were on each side, both of which she recognized from around the school.

"Excuse me? Can I get to my locker?" Santana rolled her eyes. The girl on the right nodded for the girl on the left to leave and she did just that smiling as she walked away.

"Can I help you…?"

"Samara" The girl introduced herself.

"Ok, nice to meet you." Santana twisted the lock to put in her combination. Santana put her helmet in her locker and removed her jacket placing it on the hook on the inside. Santana felt fingers gripping the bottom of the back of her shirt. An arm snaked around her hips and turned her facing Samara.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hook up. Maybe let me get your number?" Santana felt herself smile at the girl. Upon looking at her she had to admit she was cute and definitely wouldn't look bad under her.

"Give me your phone." She breathed out in the girl's ear. Samara passed Santana her phone and Santana keyed in number handing it back to the girl with a wink. Santana reached for the girls hand as she was about to walk away and brought it to her mouth placing a kiss on it and winking. Jenna watched the little interaction before walking up to Santana and standing where the girl had just stood.

"One of your many admirers I assume."

"You would assume correctly." Santana shrugged grabbing her book as the first bell rang.

"Are you going to sleep with her too?"

"I might."

"You really don't care about me any more do you? What am I just property?"

"Jenna you know I love you."

"and that's why you are screwing all these girls throwing themselves at you?"

"Jenna, you want to throw love at me but let's get real. The ONLY reason you are with me is because you are attracted to who I am. You are attracted to the power I have. You are attracted to the gun I carry and how quick I will torture someone. You are attracted to the fear I instill in people because you know I wouldn't do it to you."

Jenna just looked at her in shock. She couldn't even deny the girl was right to a certain extent. She remembered who Santana was before. She was in love with the Santana that is buried under the person she is now. Now all she felt for the girl was a deep attraction. Yes, she admitted she was attracted to power and Santana had that. The bell ringing broke the staring contest that was going on between them.

"I'm late. I'll see you at lunch ok, babe?" Santana pressed a deep kiss to Jenna's lips and walked away.

When Santana walked into the class room she took her seat and immediately opened her book to where they had left off the day before. She looked around waiting for the teacher to start his lesson. She began doodling on her notebook since her teacher was too busy responding to emails to start.

"I'm sorry; I just got my class schedule and found the class room." Santana was filled with curiosity. The voice sounded familiar, but she didn't know why. When she looked up she was met with a blonde she thought she would never see again. Brittany.