HELLO! So here is the new prompt chapter! And yes, as per usual with my state of bad timing, I have not managed to update this on time and I am really sorry.

Anyway, I hope this makes up for it! Yay for the new prompt and next weeks is one from me!

Prompt: Ransacked – TaraJean621

Characters: Santana Lopez

Words: 574

The traffic rushed by, car horns blowing and the mixture of chatter that rang bells of excitement, curiosity, irritation and perhaps even some boredom, all merged into one soundscape that formed the backdrop of a normal view of New York City. In the middle of the hubbub, sitting in the corner of a small little café that she had recently discovered in her wanders around New York, sat a certain Miss Santana Lopez. Her jet black curls cascaded down her back and it was easy to ward off the wandering eyes that glanced her way, sometimes it helped to be known as a Lima Heights girl. Just one look, a sharp glare would be enough to send any wise man backtracking fast across the café floor. Sometimes she found it a relief, have control over the one thing that she felt she often had the least control over. Here people didn't know her and she didn't want to know them so it was a win, win situation.

But truth be told, she wasn't happy. Aside from the fact that she was in the most spectacular city in the entire world, where it never seemed to sleep and the energy bills were astronomically high, she felt lost. As if she had been thrown in a pit and couldn't get out, no matter how hard she tried. She wasn't used to being a nobody. In Lima, she had been one of the most feared girls at McKinley, known for her quick wit and harsh way of telling the truth as well as her cheerleading skills which had kept her on top of the school. Even in Louisiana, her reputation had preceded her and she had been accepted by those who admired her feisty nature and enjoyed being surrounded by other people who were actually GOOD at performing the rigorous routines she was used to.

But here? In New York, the city where dreams were supposed to come true, she was nothing. She was a college dropout with no plans and no hope. The girl that she loved was taken with another guy and she had let Brittany slip through her fingers like grains of sand, something she bitterly regretted. Why was she so hell bent on being stubborn and firm in her beliefs? If she was nay different, she would have changed it all in a heartbeat.

A deep sigh sounded from her throat as she surveyed the scene. She was alone, Rachel and Kurt were in their various classes in NYADA and she wasn't exactly welcome there anymore after storming in to tell Brody exactly what she thought of him. Perhaps things would be different if she had not come out to her grandmother, if she had taken other people's advice earlier and come to New York at the beginning of the year, perhaps things would have been better.

As she sipped her just right temperature coffee, black with no added extras, she considered the point at which her life had been turned upside down. When she had graduated, perhaps the best thing that had ever happened to her had turned into the worst. Because that was when she lost control, when it all started to go wrong. With no structure and no purpose, it was as if her whole world had been shaken, the room of her life ransacked and all the good bits take away. Now she just had to find them again.

What do you think? Did you like it? Was it Santana enough?