I don't own glee.
Sorry it took so long to update. I'm in the middle of finals and I have severe writers block with this story.
Anyways, enjoy.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Santana mumbled to herself as she walked down an alleyway in Lima Heights Adjacent.
She had spent a great deal of time in this particular alleyway in high school, its where she would pick up from her dealer, but more importantly, where she got her fake I.D. For a town with such conservative values in the middle of nowhere Ohio, it had its fair share of illegal activities, and Santana used to actively participate in them. When she was 18, Santana was incarcerated for possession of marijuana and ecstasy, she was found with the drugs after attempting to rob a convenience store. Santana spent a night in jail and had a trial the following month. She was given a large fine and community service, as well as a weekly counseling session with Ms. Holly Holiday. Long story short, Holly helped her realize that she was acting out because she was scared of what people would think if they knew she was gay. Holly turned her life around and Santana started volunteering even after her community service and began to pursue law enforcement. Needless to say she was not looking forward to showing her face here after becoming a parole officer. She tried to look as inconspicuous as she could so she wore a grey hoodie, jeans, and sneakers; but despite her efforts she was spotted by two losers she went to high school with.
"Hey Karofsky look who's here." Azimio yelled.
Azimio Adams and Dave Karofsky were the biggest, most horrible kids in high school, Santana used to hangout and get high with them before she got arrested, and it is obvious they haven't changed since. Dave walked over to Santana to identify her.
"Well if it isn't the big bad dyke looking to make an arrest. Its almost cute." Dave said with a smirk.
"As much as I'd love to see your ass rot in jail Karofsky, I'm not here to arrest anyone. I need a favor from Jacob, I assume he is still here, and that you and tweedle dum over there are still his goons."
Azimio butted in. "What makes you think we would just tell you where he is? You're a cop now, why would I lead you right to a criminal?"
Santana knew they wouldn't just let her see him, but she had other methods of persuasion. She pulled her gun out of her purse and aimed it at Karofsky's head.
"You feel like telling me now?"
Karofsky started to nod but Azimio spoke up. "She's not going to shoot you man." Then he turned to Santana. "We're your friends Lespez, I know you don't have it in you."
Santana aimed her gun at Azimio and pressed the end right on his temple. "Do you really want to test that theory?"
Azimio's confidence visibly left his body as he motioned for Karofsky to lead them to Jacob Ben Israel. They walk into a boarded up building with Karofsky leading and Azimio still with a gun to his head. Dave stops and knocks on the door three times and they hear a man with a squeaky voice call for them to come in.
"Long time no see Ben Israel." Santana said, her gun still pointed at Azimio.
Without so much as looking up Jacob replies, "Why are you here Lopez? And why are you threatening my men?"
"I need a favor." Santana retorted.
"Hmm very interesting, the criminal coming to the aid of the officer, I could get used to this. Karofsky! Azimio!" The men snap to attention. "Leave us to discuss business."
Once the two were out of the room, Santana put her gun down and faced Jacob.
"I need a fake I.D. Israel."
"I gave you one of those when you were seventeen. I'm pretty sure you are over twenty one now." He smirked, obviously thinking he was funny.
"It's not for me you twat, I need an I.D. for a friend." Santana countered.
"What's in it for me?" Jacob asked.
Santana pulled a tape recorder out from under her boob and wiggled it front of his face.
"You just admitted to selling a child a fake I.D. If you don't want this finding its way to the police station I suggest you do what I say. I don't think you can afford the investigation that comes from this tape getting out."
"Ooh playing dirty I see. Wanky wanky." Santana rolled her eyes but knew she was going to get what she came for. "I need a picture of this friend." Jacob said.
Santana pulled out a picture of Brittany and handed it to Jacob.
"In case you can't tell by the picture she is blonde with blue eyes, height 5'8 weight 125 lbs."
"Alrighty Santana I'll see you in a week." Jacob said, dismissing her as he turned back to whatever he was doing before she got there.
"Britt I'm back!" Santana yelled as she entered her apartment.
Brittany sprinted through the room and jumped up onto her girlfriend, giving her a suffocating hug.
"I was really worried San, you didn't have to do that for me." Brittany said full of guilt.
"Well you need an I.D. to get a job so I kind of did have to."
Brittany made a pouty face. "I could have figured out another way."
"It's done now so let's forget about it and celebrate the fact that in a week you can apply a job!"
Santana placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Brittany's mouth before leading her to the kitchen.
"What would you like to celebrate? We have red or white wine, or champagne. And I can make you whatever you want to eat." Santana said.
"Why are we celebrating me when you are the one who did anything?" Brittany was glad to be pampered by her girlfriend, but it seemed a little unnecessary.
"I don't know." Santana responded. "I guess I'm just really happy."
Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her in for a hug.
"I'm glad you're happy, because I have never been happier." She said as she leaned up and gave Santana a loving kiss.