Urrghh, a whole hour and a bit of my (for once) enjoyable Friday gone. Which would be more than sixty minutes of joy, gone. And a fuck load of happy seconds, gone. That was the timings of possible smile-worthy moments that had passed since the bell had rang and I was finally allowed the chance to see my mama. You see, my filthy excuse of a father had kicked my mama out two weeks ago after finding out he had impregnated her for the third time. I heard the shouting and arguing after she told him, he kept telling her to 'get rid of it' and that two disappointments were enough to pay for. Of course, my mama disagreed and told him where to stick it. In the end he told her to leave and that in two weeks time she would be able to see me and Riley for a week.

If it were up to me mama would have us and he would only see us every weekend on the last week of the month. Sounds great, doesn't it? But you will soon find out that if it were up to me I'd be head cheerleader, practise would never take place on a Friday and I, Santana Lopez, would be a proud heterosexual being. Unfortunately, none of the above have happened and its extremely unlikely that they ever will. So yes, as you may have extracted from that information, it was dumb cheerleading practise that lead to the frustration and exhaustion that I'm feeling now.

Practise finished like a second ago and I have just escaped the Cheerio locker room; and by using the word escape I mean literally showering faster than Houdini could slip outta some handcuffs and speed walking through the long route of the school to the car park. The whole point of this escape exit thing was so I could cool off after seeing more than one almost naked yet still delicious-looking bodies. Its like Sue Sylvester's got it in for me, tempting me with obviously straight girls that parade around naked in front of me. Not that they know I'm perving on them, God no, I'd be ridiculed to the point of madness and I doubt Couch would keep me on the team.

So yeah, where was I? Ah, speed walking through the corridors to which my body protested greatly. There goes my maths room …. And my science room, ha the memories I have of teasing Jacob Ben Israel in there… My English class….The choir room… Wait, what was that? Shouting?

"So what if I decided to have fun with some Cheerio? You must have expected it!"

Hey, that sounded like Finn, and the only other person he should be talking about his relationship with would be Rachel. Hmm, now this is interesting. I've snuck up to the wide open door and can see the situation. Finns got this mad gleam in his eye like he's enjoying the way Rachel's looking more hurt by the second, I swear that boy's got problems. He keeps shouting and shouting things while walking forwards and getting all in Rachels space. I'm not really listening to Finns shouting, I can't, I'm hearing his words but they're not going through. My focus is on Rachel. Tears are streaming down her face and she's cowering while Finn continues to tell her all the things she dreads.

And now I'd love to say everything went in slow motion and I was able to rush in and save the one person who I usually pick on but it didn't. Instead everything went in fast-forward mode and I could see every detail, like I was watching through some weird HD eyes. His hands, huge in comparison to hers or mine, forcefully grabbed her shoulders and threw her to the floor. That's when my anger reached boiling point and I went all crazy bitch.

My frustration from my stay with mama being delayed and the anger that I've cooped up over my jerk father all came out. Being honest I might have been a little too harsh but that's what you get when you get all rough on someone who obviously can't fight you back.

"Finn Hudson, if you don't step away from Rachel this second Ima tackle you to the floor and slice out your eyes with the razor blades I keeps in my hair!…. And this ain't no empty threat!"

Finn stayed in the exact spot he was standing in and made no indication that he even heard what I said. Gosh, how stupid can this boy be? I catch him manhandling a girl who he's three times the size of, I then tell him to step away and threaten him a little yet he still defies me and I'm Santana Lopez. Mental issues, say no more.

Rachels head whipped towards me and she looks to be pleading with me to make him stop. Hmm maybe we can cuddle once I've played hero. Wait what? Jeez Santana, you may be a lesbian but you don't try and touch every girl you see. Especially Rachel 'tranny' Berry. No, bad Santana, now stop thinking and beat up Finn.

So yeah. My name is Santana freaking Lopez and I'm about to tackle the star quarterback of William McKinley High Schools football squad.