I hope you guys will notice that this chapter is written differently than the others. My reasoning is because I want it to seem fast paced and like information is getting thrown at you, but that's the flow that I was looking for as a wrote it. As always thank you for reading, and enjoy.

Santana's POV

"You're worried." Puck said as Nacho drove the car down the street with Mani in the front, and Puck and I crammed in the back. I ran my finger along the barrel of the gun that was currently concealed in my pocket, maybe I wouldn't even have to use it.

Maybe I would.

"Just about Quinn, aren't you?" I asked him trying to cover up the fact that Quinn had me spooked. Did really think we were gonna let these guys walk all over us? She knew us better than that I hoped. "Where are we going anyway?" I asked Nacho who'd been silent since he picked us up a few minutes ago.

"Pico's bar. That's where those guys hang; everyone knows they're sellin out of that place too." Nacho explained. I rolled down my window and watched as we drove by. "They're not gonna back down, you know." Nacho said with a frown.

"Yea." I started. "I know."

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Rachel's POV

"Where's Tana?" Rey asked me as Andres was holding his hands up for Lela to punch. She wore bright pink boxing gloves and she moved around the corner of the kitchen like a pro. Andres showed me the gloves before Lela put them on, and I could faintly make out the initials on the inside of the gloves. S.L.

An adorable picture of a seven year old Santana came into my mind and I nearly burst at my seams. "Um…that's a really good question." I said looking towards Andres who didn't seem to be paying me much attention right now. I wondered when Mr. and Mrs. Lopez would return, they'd managed to take Quinn's mother to the police station in order to help file charges.

Andres complained for a whole ten minutes about how he wished he could take the case and bring those bastards down, but he had a personal stake in the matter so it wouldn't be fair. "Do you think Quinn can come downstairs?" I asked Andres.

"Oh shi-…itake mushrooms." Andres said before looking over his shoulder at me. "Would you mind going up and seeing if Quinn wants something to eat. And remind her that I can only make tacos." He said with a small shrug.

"Let's go check on Quinn." I told Rey. He grabbed my hand and we slowly walked upstairs. I wanted to take my time. Rey was a fragile boy and normally he was really shy, but maybe he just needed someone to cling to, and I happened to be here. That was perfectly okay with me.

"Rachel, why was Tana's door closed earlier?" I blushed, like a three year old child, and tried not to die of embarrassment. I was lucky that Rey was too busy focusing on walking up the steps to realize that he'd made me a flustered mess.

"Um…Santana and I were…um…reading." I said.

"Reading what?" Rey asked.

"50 Shades of Grey." I muttered jokingly.

"What's that?" Shit! I didn't think he'd actually hear me.

"Oh nothing."

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Santana's POV

"Are we getting out here?" I asked as Nacho parked the car in front of a house about two blocks from Pico's. It seemed a little far away, but I wasn't going to complain about it. Puck and I got out of the car first and I decided it would be better if I put the gun in the back of my pants; Puck watched and nodded his head a little bit. "What?" I asked him.

"Why did Andres give you that?" Puck asked. I didn't want to talk about this because I knew what he was going to say. "We're gonna walk over to the bar, you pull driver. Wait five minutes in the car and then drive over to park. You got me?" It wasn't like Puck to be so damn bossy.

I wasn't like me to listen and not object. I took the keys from Nacho and set a timer on my clock and leaned against the hood the car. I watched them until they were out of sight and then I began kicking pebbles like it was my job.

This side of Lima Heights was different. It was still the same place, but the people here were different. They stayed inside, they dropped out of school after 7th grade, and if they were duffle boys they were stealing from people's garages.

So I guess Rachel never had to deal with this, not where she came from, but that didn't mean she wasn't tough. She had a story, I know she did. Maybe it was drugs, I mean she was sort of bohemian, maybe she smoked pot and that's why she was so chill. One thought always came back to my mind.

Was she hanging out with me just to stick it to her parents?

No, Rachel wasn't like that, she was really nice to me, and she was putting up with all of my emotional shit without running away. I really should start counting my blessings while I still could.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the alarm on my phone went off. I slid into the driver's side seat and took a deep breath. I wondered what I'd see when I got there.

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Rachel's POV

"Do you know where Santana went?" I asked Quinn as Rey and I entered the guest bedroom. Quinn was sitting up and reading a boring magazine.

"From the sounds I heard earlier I assumed you two were-." I covered Rey's ears and glared at Quinn. "What? I was going to say talking." Quinn said with a grin which immediately turned into a wince of pain.

"They were reading." Rey exclaimed as he jumped on the bed and laid down next to Quinn. "Quinnie, does it hurt?" Rey asked looking up at her battered face. Rey pressed his pointer finger against one of Quinn's cuts and she winced in pain.

"If you keep doing that then I'll show you what real pain is." Quinn mumbled as she closed her eyes and relaxed.

"Be nice." I warned her and Rey looked over at me nodding like he totally agreed. I could see that Quinn was rolling her eyes even if her eyes were closed. I looked around for a chair finding one in the corner. I picked it up and moved it so that I could sit next to Quinn's bed. "So Mr. and Mrs. Lopez are out at the police station." I said.

"Are you propositioning me for sex?" Quinn asked with a smirk playing on her face. Rey looked between us but didn't say a word.

"No you idiot! I was just wondering how you felt about getting the police involved." I said in a matter of fact tone. "I mean your mom's boyfriend seemed pretty animated about the whole thing." Quinn opened her eyes and sighed.

"Derrick can burn in el infierno." Quinn said with a scowl.

"Why don't you like him?" I asked Quinn.

"Because." There was more and I felt like it had to do with Quinn's past. Quinn could be moody and she drank more than she needed to, so what was with that? "You're kinda nosy."

"So ask something about me then." I urged her.

"Fine, what are you hiding from Santana?" I was slightly taken aback, mostly because no one's ever flat out asked me something like that. Rey sat up on the bed and jumped down to his feet.

"I'm gonna get my medicine." Smartest kid on the planet, I thought to myself. Rey left the room and Quinn stared at me waiting for an answer.

"I'm not hiding anything." At least not anything that I was aware that I was hiding. "You've been watching too much Lie to Me."

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Santana's POV

I parked outside of Pico's and examined the front of the bar for myself. There were about five guys standing out front. They were smoking and they looked harmless so I decided now was as good a time as any to go inside.

I got out of the car and walked over to the door, opening it slowly. I didn't know what to expect, but I didn't hear shouting or gunfire so that must have been a good sign. I walked inside and no one paid me much mind, that was until I started heading towards the back room. "Hey sweetheart, you got business back there?" I understood what the man meant. This must be the place where Peligro Rojo sells their dope.

"I've got friends back there." I didn't want to say too much. It wasn't like I looked like I didn't belong, quite the opposite, but I didn't want to give away the fact that I was considered an enemy. "You got a problem?" I asked him.

"No but I do." I turned around and there was Chloe, I didn't have time to look shocked or get the hell out of there before Chloe was wrapping her arms around me into a hug. "San, what are you doing here? It's dangerous." She whispered in my ear. Of course it was dangerous, Chloe's middle name was danger, so why did she suddenly care so much about it?

"I know, Puck's back there." I told her attempting to brush her off before she could stop me. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to a stool with no one around it. She looked at me and frowned.

"Get Puck and go." I didn't want to have this conversation but something about Chloe's eyes that let me know that she was serious. "Look at me." I did. "Please don't make this difficult, I'm protecting you."

Just like she'd protected my heart? I don't think so.

I heard the sound of loud voices coming from the back room. I turned and noticed that Puck and Nacho were yelling at some guy, but I couldn't see Mani. I couldn't hear what they were saying, and I got shoved out of the way by an older guy when I tried to see what was going on. They were getting a crowd and I was a part of that crowd. Even if it was the last thing I wanted, Chloe was right beside me, holding onto my hand.

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Rachel's POV

"So can you text Santana?" I asked Quinn as Rey bounced up and down on my lap and Quinn pulled on a sweatshirt. "I would do it, but I can sense that something…" I looked down at Rey who wasn't even looking at me, so I just mouthed is wrong. Quinn nodded and grabbed her phone.

"Santana usually does her own thing, I'm surprised you were able to hold her down for this long." Quinn said typing out the text message. "So did you get the d.l. about what time my mom is gonna come back?" Quinn asked.

"Like 10 minutes tops." I told her.

"Let me ask you something." Quinn had already asked me a very interesting question, so I had no idea what to expect. Quinn always seemed very nonchalant about most things so I could never prepare myself for what she'd say. "How do your parents feel about adoption?"

"What?" I asked.

"I mean how would your parents feel about adopting me. In all seriousness, you think I like being called Trailer Trash?" Quinn said picking up a water bottle and drinking half of it. "Come on hook me up rich girl."

"I'm not rich and I don't know if my fathers want another child, I'm sort of a handful." I said with a smirk. I heard the door open downstairs and a slew of voices came rushing in. I looked over to Quinn who just shrugged and ushered us downstairs. I carried Rey who didn't look like he minded one bit.

When we reached the kitchen Mrs. Lopez gave me a warm smile, but I could still sense the tension in the room. Ms. Fabray was talking to Derek and Mr. Lopez was talking to Andres. Lela ran over and stood in front of me. "Are you sleeping over?" Lela asked.

"Um…well I'll have to wait for Santana to come home first."

"Wait, where is Santana?" Mr. Lopez asked me. The room fell silent and all eyes seemed to be on me. "Andres, where is your sister?" He seemed sterner now and I wondered if he was getting angry.

"Out." Andres said keeping his eyes down, it was only now that I suspected that something was up.

"Andres, I'll give you one more chance, where is Santana?"

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Santana's POV

"You don't mess with kids from that side of the heights. You stay on your fucking turf and we'll stay on ours." It was Mani talking but I had to shove through a few people just to make it to Puck's side.

"Well then get off our tuff big shot." It was J.R. he was always in the middle of everything. I suspected that he was the one who beat me up a year and a half ago, but I didn't have proof.

"We're asking out of respect, okay? Back the hell off-."

"Why are you always in the goddamn middle of everything? You got an issue; you want us to settle this?" J.R. asked getting a few laughs from the crowd.

"Let's fucking settle it then." Puck said shoving J.R. back.

"Puck stop!" I told him, but it was no use, he'd already swung and connected with J.R. face. We were outnumbered there was no way that we could win this. I felt like I was watching everything unfold from a distance. The crowd was moving, I was moving, and I couldn't stop myself.

I'd already hit someone, but I felt like I was getting choked to death but I couldn't see who was hurting me.

The gun. I grabbed it but I didn't know what to do with it. I could barely see anything anymore. I heard a scream, it sounded like me but it wasn't me. Chloe was holding onto me and yelling something, but I couldn't hear her.

It wasn't until I heard the gun go off that I realized that I was on the ground. It wasn't my gun, it was someone from Peligro Rojo, I knew it from the moment I heard the gunfire. I looked down and saw the blood on my shirt. I covered Chloe with my body. I had to protect her.

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Rachel's POV

"Dad-." Andres started but Mr. Lopez was already taking the car keys out of his wife's hands.

"What's going on, esposo?" Mrs. Lopez questioned with a confused look on her face.

"Lo sabia. I knew it; I knew there was something going on. Santana never lets anything go." I didn't understand, but everyone else seemed to. "Where's your gun Andres?" Mr. Lopez asked glaring at his eldest son. Andres didn't say anything and the pieces started to fall together.

Santana was out there with Puck. And she had a gun. Andres's phone went off and he answered quickly. "What do you mean? At Pico's? Okay…I'll be there…no, just…is she okay?"

"Did something happen to Santana?" Mrs. Lopez asked.

"I um-." Andres started but Mr. Lopez grabbed his son by his shirt collar. "There was a shooting. Down at Pico's…they said that four people were dead, but they haven't identified the bodies yet."

Kinda a harsh cliffhanger, huh?