Prompt from Guest: Santana gets into trouble with the wrong people because although she claims to be from Lima heights adjacent she's actually never been and a local gang is tired of her faking right when they're about to jump her Rachel comes in and save the day

Santana had chosen to take the back road home today since it allowed her to cut through a park, she thought it would be nice since it was mid fall and the leaves were changing colors. "Hey! Lopez!" Santana turned around to see up group of guys and girls dressed in red coming towards her.

"Uh yeah?" Santana questioned not sure of whom these people were.

"Santana Lopez right?" one of the taller guys said stepping forward.

"Yeah? What's it to you?"

"Well you see Lopez, back in Lima Height Adjacent, which is where I'm from, me and my crew have been hearing about this girl claiming to be from there, and making threats using the title. And now we've got other crews from Columbus, Kenton, Van Wert and hell whole of a lot other crews trying to take us down. Which is making us look weak… and we don't like looking weak."

"Look! I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you need to back up before I go-"

"All Lima Heights on our asses? Yeah, you see" the main guys said stepping closer with his crew following close behind. "That right there is what we're talking about. You aren't from Lima Heights Adjacent, and you have never been a part of any crew. I know this for a fact because I had buddy pull your record."

Santana started stepping back, noticing the look on all of their faces. She didn't like where this was heading. "Uh- look can't we just work this out or something?"

"Yeah we can, and the first step to that is making sure you keep your mouth shut… go ahead Camille."

A girl dressed in jeans with a red button up and white shirt underneath stepped up. She pulled off the red bandana around her head and wrapped it around her hand while walking toward the Latina who was taking steps back preparing to run. "Don't worry," the girl said with a smirk on her lips. "It'll only hurt for a little while eventually it'll go numb." And at that the Latina took off running. "Get her!"

Santana only chanced a single glance back as she continued running. The Latina had never been so grateful for Sue Sylvester's ridiculous workouts before in her life.

"STOP!" a tiny brunette placed herself between the running Latina and angry gang. The crew did a quick stutter step knocking into each other in the process, but avoiding the girl standing in front of them. Santana stopped and looked back to see her girlfriend dressed in all white, her shirt, skinny jeans, and even here shoes were completely white.

"Rachel what are you-" The Latina began but was shushed by her girlfriend who was holding a stern glare in place.

"How many times have I had to tell you about your damn Lima Heights threats Santana? Now look what I've been dragged into. This," Rachel motioned to everything, "Was not supposed to happen. I begged you to quit with the threats, but nooo, you just had to prove you were badass, so now I'm left cleaning up your mess!"

Santana was at loss of words, she had never seen her girlfriend this mad before and it honestly scared the crap out of her.

"You!" Rachel snapped her head to the crew dressed in red. "Johnny, what the hell!?"

"What, how were we supposed to know she meant something to you? For months now this girl has been fucking with our rep. Do you know how many crews are coming on our turf thinking they can just take it, like we won't put up some type of fight, all because of her," Johnny, the same guy that had stopped Santana during her walk in the first place pointed at Santana.

Rahel huffed then sighed, "Where are they coming from?"

"Everywhere Rachel! Donny's in the hospital because of the constant fighting. "Someone needs to pay, and that someone is going to be Lopez!" Johnny went to lunge at Santana, but Rachel grabbed him by the neck and slammed him to the floor.

"No it's not Johnny, now I get that you're worried about Donny, and I understand that Santana is partially to blame and under normal circumstances you would be allowed to beat the crap out of her, but this isn't normal circumstances." Rachel helped Johnny up and dusted him off. "Now take your crew and go, I'll set up a meeting for everyone in two weeks, so we can get this sorted out." Johnny just nods before giving Rachel a quick kiss on the cheek then left with his crew.

Rachel turned to her girlfriend, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This Santana is why I begged you to cool it with Lima Heights threats because now there is an entire crew wanting to beat the crap out of you and technically I'm not supposed to interfere, yet here I am. Interfering… come on," Rachel slid her hand in the still shocked Latina's hand. "I'll walk you home."

Santana hadn't said anything since they started walking, which Rachel wasn't too surprised about. Santana had just seen a side of the tiny brunette she never even knew existed. "Rach," Santana finally spoke. "What the hell was that?"

"Me making sure you don't get hurt."

"So what? Are you like part of a gang or something?"

"Something like that," Rachel answered as she stepped up to the Latina's porch.

"What do you mean something like that Rach? Those guys immediately stopped when they saw you, not to mention all the white which I'm guessing is your color." Santana and Rachel stepped into the Latina's house and made their way upstairs to her room.

"We're sort of neutral," Rachel pulled Santana to sit on the bed beside her. "Keep all of the surrounding crews in check. Stop them from killing one another I guess you could say, and keeping everyone's turf their own. And they're not really gangs more like street racing fighter crews."

Santana stared at her girlfriend wide eyed, "How long have you been a part of this?"

"Since seventh grade. I was just a recruit then though, learning how to fight and race, so I could keep up with the people I was eventually going to have to deal with."

"But what about New York and Broadway? Is that all just some type of lie to cover this up?"

"No, of course not. New York is my passion Santana. Yes I'll of course always be a part of my crew, but my life doesn't revolve around them. I'm allowed to have a life outside of it."

"I can't believe I never knew this about you."

"Well there's a lot about me you don't know San, but that's why we're together. So we can learn more about each other."

"Would you have ever told me if I hadn't needed your help?"

"Eventually yes. I imagine you would have had questions once you saw my scars."

"Scars?"

"Yeah, from training." Rachel stood from the Latina's bed and pulled off her shirt, revealing the multiple scars that cover her torso. Some looked like they had been stitched while others were a smooth pale color. Santana pulled Rachel closer and began tracing all the scars. "I know they're not too appealing, but eh," Rachel shrugged, "Get what you get I guess."

"You're beautiful Rachel," Santana leaned in and kissed the scar closest to Rachel's belly button. Rachel tangles her hand in Santana's raven hair before leaning down and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

"I love you Santana." Rachel mumbled against her girlfriend's soft lips. "So please, find a new way to be badass."

"I love you too, and I will, I promise." Santana said before pulling Rachel on top of her, refusing to separate their lips.

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