Santana sat on her bed, she had just walked in from work. It had been a long day and she had a shit load of trig homework waiting on her that she was avoiding. For weeks she had been trying to get the blondes attention to no avail. Brittany wouldn't even look her way. She knew she had hurt the girl, but she didn't know what to do. She knew if Brittany knew what she was she would hate her, and honestly she didn't want Brittany mixed up in any of it. Brittany was just safer that way. She just wanted a friendship, maybe a friendship with a bit of distance.

Santana picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts landing on the name she was searching for. It was still the same as it has always been. 'Brittany 3' the contact picture was of the girl kissing the top of Lord Tubbington's head. She let her finger hover over the button to send a message before tapping it and typing.

Hey, is this Brittany?

Santana sat her phone down waiting. When her phone didn't ring immediately she figured she should focus on her work. She pulled her bag to her bed and looked through it pulling out her trig book and turning to page 278. She flipped to a clean page in her notebook sitting it beside the open book. She pulled out a pencil and pulled the notebook into her lap staring down at the book preparing for her first problem when her phone finally played her ringtone.

Brittany 3: gbfnjgtrghnkjgtrhjugtrbgtijbggtfrbgtrnhjbgrjgtrnhj bgtrbh,nj
Translated… This is Brittany's phone, but she doesn't want to talk.

Santana smiled at the blonde. She couldn't lie, it upset her that she didn't want to talk to her, but something was better than her ignoring her completely. If this was the way it would have to happen she could deal with it.

Well, Lord Tubbington, I see it's hard for ur paws to hit the keys right? Can u just give Brittany this message? Tell her I'm sorry. Tell her I never meant to hurt her. Tell her if she lets me I want to give her some kind of explanation. It's up to her. Thanks, be good Sir Tubbs.

Brittany: bgknmkjlanaiugfnaghuagrnagkjlagbn She doesn't know if she is ready to forgive you, but thanks for the sorry. Bye Santana.

Bye Brittany

Santana sat her phone down semi pleased with the interaction. She at least knew how to get in contact with Brittany. She could now work on getting back on her good graces. Santana moved her phone to her bedside table and focused on her trig homework. She lost herself in it for an hour. She knew what she was doing to a certain extent, but a couple of questions really frustrated her. After trying for twenty more minutes she slammed her book and notebook shut dropping them off the side of her bed. She dropped her pencil in the floor beside them haphazardly and lay back exhaling sharply. She needed to rest her brain for a minute. She watched her ceiling fan spin and let it entrance her.

She jumped up quickly at the shrill sound of her phone breaking through her peace. She slid her finger across the screen to answer without even looking down. She just wanted the offended object to be quiet. She had forgotten how loud she had turned the volume up.

"What?"

"Well, hello to you too Santana."

"Alaska, sorry, what's up?"

"I got you something, you down for a little… fun?"

"Oh, I'm always down for that. What you got me?"

"Come to the crib."

"a 'ight"

Santana got off the phone and immediately turned her volume down to vibrate. She knew what 'fun' would usually entail. Santana slid off the bed and went to her closet. She pulled out an old pair of dark running shoes, some worn in guy's jeans, and a black hoodie. She took the time to throw her hair up in a ponytail and put her phone into her deep jean pockets.

Santana went outside to the garage and grabbed her helmet. She put it on and adjusted it pressing the button to lift the garage door. She hopped on her bike and headed out. Santana took her time and made her way to Alaska's pulling her bike around to the back.

"What up Santana"

"What up Johnny Boy" Santana asked the boy that had looked over the privacy fence to see who pulled up.

"You going with us tonight?"

"You know it." Santana answered with a mischievous smirk. "We got some profits to flip don't we?"

"You act like you need it." He smirked over the fence.

"You act like you do."

"Touché"

Santana walked around the house, opened the door, and sat her helmet on the entry way table. "Alaska"

"Hey girl"

"Hey where's Q?"

"I think she's at Brittany's? She's helping her catch up in their English class."

"Aren't you glad to be out? Wait Brittany?" Alaska watched as Santana's eyes got wide before quickly disguising her look with nonchalance.

"Yeah, I think she said it was Sam's cousin. She's new. Didn't she come to your birthday party year before this past one?"

"Yeah. I didn't know her and Quinn talked."

"I guess they do now." Alaska shrugged.

"So what did you get me?"

"Straight to the damn point ain't you? You didn't even get in the living room good."

"You know better than to tell me you got me something." Santana laughed.

"A'ight, come here" Alaska motioned Santana to follow her to the bedroom. Both girls walked into Alaska's bedroom. Santana sat back as the girl rummaged through her bottom nightstand drawer. Santana knew for a fact nothing was in that drawer except for some old papers, old chargers, and extra cords. "Here it is."

Santana watched as Alaska turned around with shiny black metal in her hands. She flipped it around and placed it Santana's left hand. Santana took her right hand and ran it along the barrel. She took a moment to turn and study it carefully.

"Glock 19 it's a little smaller than mine. A dude I know bought it out of state for me. The serial number is ground off so it's virtually untraceable. Safety is right there and she handles about the same is mine, but I don't want you whipping her until you take her out first."

"Ok, thanks A."

"No problem. Now, Duke should be here with the car soon."

"What we doing?"

"He scoped out a house a town over, old security system, dude works nights and obviously has some sick electronics. Quick kick door."

Santana, Alaska, Johnny Boy, Deuce, and Blu all jumped into the SUV Duke brought. The six left for the house. They drove around for about forty-five minutes passing the house on occasion. Everyone around neighbor wise seemed to be asleep and the house was definitely empty. Santana threw her hood up and pulled some black gloves out, slipping them on.

Everyone except Deuce ran toward the house. Duke disarmed the alarm system and they raided grabbing for electronics. Santana checked some common hiding spots for extra money and the like. Santana went back downstairs and called for everyone to leave. They went back out to the SUV and loaded up speeding off careful not to make noise or draw any attention to themselves.

Once the crew got back to Alaska's they unloaded their stock and checked everything making sure it worked. Duke went to get the car detailed before he dropped it off in the middle of nowhere. Blu decided to take the laptops home with him so he could crack the password and then wipe them.

Santana took her time trying to get into the safe. She didn't know if she had the proper tools to get into this one with her, but she was going to try. If all else failed she would take it home.

Alaska, Deuce, and Johnny started checking out the gaming systems. Johnny was going to keep one and they were going to flip the other two.

Alaska: Hey everyone is meeting up, let's go hoop.

Santana rolled over and read her message. She sent a text back and rolled out of the bed. She threw on a tight sports bra with a baggy sleeveless work out shirt on top and some jogging pants. She grabbed her favorite hi-top basketball shoes and put them on sluggishly. She grabbed a ponytail holder and a headband. She slipped the pony on her wrist and the headband around her neck. She gave herself a once over in the mirror as she brushed her teeth and shrugged. What did she really care?

Santana ran downstairs and grabbed her key off the hook going out to hop on her bike. She took the time to stop and get four Gatorades at the store before making her way to the park. As she rounded the turn into the park parking lot she saw most of the gang standing around. She gunned it riding a wheelie through the gang landing in the parking spot right past them. She revved her bike before shutting it off. She laughed at some of the scared faces of the younger kids around them.

"What's good?" She yelled getting off her bike and walking toward Alaska and Quinn. Everyone chatted for a moment and they bounced the ball around in the circle. After watching some people stop playing on the court they made their way over. As soon as they got twenty feet away from the court the preppy kids from school got up from the bleachers where they were clearly done playing and started a game again.

"Yo seriously?" Santana exclaimed loudly.

"Excuse me?" One of the blonde guys smirked toward her.

"You heard me. You saw us coming, now you want to play?"

"and what if we did?"

"Man just get off the court, we waited until you were done before even coming over here." Deuce started.

"No one wants any of you here, so why don't you all leave?"

"This is an open park pretty boy."

"Let us finish this game and we will go." Sam stepped through the crowd. Santana hadn't even seen him.

"Sam, you better get your boys. We just trying to hoop."

"I said just let us finish, Santana." He sighed. He hated the way they were with each other, but he couldn't let it go. This was how it had to be.

"We aren't hurrying to finish for the likes of them. I mean come on Sam. They don't deserve to be on this court." Sam knew it was coming but he didn't have time to stop it. Before he could do anything Santana had the boy jerked up with his collar in one hand and one hand on his throat and was staring him in the eyes. His group of friends were surrounding them and Santana's friends were around each were waiting for some further sign to jump.

"Santana stop." The small voice broke through. Santana turned her head to look and she was met with Brittany looking straight at her, not in the challenging way she was expecting though. The way she was looking was more pleading. She looked scared and that was the last thing Santana wanted.

Santana let go of the boy abruptly and turned to Brittany who just turned and walked back toward the bleachers ignoring the brunette girl. Santana wanted to follow her. She wanted to talk to her, but she knew that look in her eyes and she wanted to let it settle for a minute. Santana sent a pleading look Quinn's way and the girl walked toward the bleachers and sat beside Brittany comforting her.