sunrise4ever: Yeah I decided that everyone is going to be from LHA so that Rachel will literally be a complete outsider.

SilkeLovesSantana: I love badass Santana, it's so much fun to write.

hersheysforever: I'm glad you like it, I hope you keep reading.

kyw0202: I don't even know where this story is going but I think I have an idea.

frustratedwriter13: Thank you for the review, Quinn, Puck, and Santana's friendship is so easy to write because they're all sort of cool and badass in their own way.

Enjoy.

I didn't like going to the food bank. Honestly, it was embarrassing as hell but where else was I going to get something to eat? My mom's jobs only paid for rent and beer but nothing more. So this is what it came down to, I either go to the food bank or I starve.

It was one of those typical hot southern Ohio days. The air was so dry that I thought my lips were going to crack off. I hated myself for not taking the bus out here for two reasons. One reason was because I really did not like walking anywhere alone, even if it was the middle of the day. And two, I hated that I didn't have enough money right now to pay for a $1.25 bus ride.

Fuck. Sometimes I hated being poor. I opened up the door to the food bank and walked right over to the line to my left. It worked like this. Most homeless people went to the right to get a hot meal or two. Most lower class dirt poor people went to the left, because sure we didn't have much, but we at least had a stove to cook the canned food we were about to receive. I was slightly impatient so when I was only two people behind the front of the line I was relieved.

The guy in front of me took forever to grab his food. It was like he was trying to piss me off by the way he kept putting his hands on the box and removing them for a better position of leverage to pick the damn thing up. When I stood in front of the counter waiting for the girl working there to hurry up and grab my box I noticed something. Shit I forgot my switchblade in Sam's truck last night, I was going to have to get that thing.

"Some of us have places to be." I mumbled to the girl, who when she turned around look eerily familiar. Like so familiar that I almost wanted to look away because this was not the place to be meeting up with anyone. And then it hit me, it was that stupid McKinley girl from yesterday. Maybe she won't notice me. Well judging by the way her eyes lit up when she handed me the box of food that was out of the question.

"Hi!" She said excitedly. I looked behind me trying to see if I could kill this conversation before it started by claiming that people behind me were in a rush. Too bad I was the last one in the line on the left.

"Hey." I said nonchalantly.

"How'd your day end up yesterday? I mean after you swooped in valiantly and saved me, I imagine things can only get more exciting from there." This girl talked a lot. Wait, what was her name? Rachel…something. I guess it didn't matter, she didn't know me and I didn't need to know her.

"Look this isn't my like ideal place to talk to anyone." She nodded in understanding. She flung off her apron and grab a small designer bag and threw it over her shoulder. I guess that was her way of saying that her shift was over because she started walking around the counter and towards me.

"I know this might seem awkward, but it's not. I won't judge you-."

"No, everyone judges everyone, so don't give me that bullshit." I told her as I lifted the box of canned goods. "When's your ride coming?" I asked before both of my feet were out the door. She seemed to take this as an invitation to catch up to me and follow me in the direction that I was headed.

"I don't have one." If my hands weren't full I would've have face palmed.

"You can't be serious. What'd you do walk here?" I joked.

"I took the bus, and I'm headed to the bus stop now." She nodded across the street to where the redline picks up literally the worst group of people ever. I know for a fact that a lot of druggies use that line to get from Heights Adjacent to Lima to meet up with their dealers. I shook my head no and she gave me a quizzical expression.

"No…uh I'll take you to the yellow line. It's quicker and you might actually stay alive on this bus." I muttered the last part but she giggled. "So what's your deal? You enjoy spending time feeding the lower class or something?" She looked offended and pushed her hair back behind her ear. There was something sort of innocent about her, innocent in a way that was annoying. What type of person chooses to hang out here?

"It's volunteer work. It looks good for colleges." Now I was the one offended and I knew exactly why. I had a secret hope that maybe she was just doing this to help out but that had just been crushed. She wanted to write on her college application that she had helped out all the poor wrenched people in Lima Heights. Well fuck her, there was no way I was going to be her charity case. "I think that truck is following us." I looked to my left to see Sam's truck slowly pulling up next to me. I rolled my eyes when I saw that Puck was in the passenger's seat while Sam was driving.

"Lookin good ladies." Puck shouted giving a little cat call as well. I rolled my eyes at Puck and tried to gage Rachel's reaction, but it was really just amusement.

"Hey Aerosmith." I said referring to Sam's giant mouth. "I left something in the back, let me go get it and I swear if you start driving when I'm back there I will kill you." Sam took the keys out of the ignition and I took that as his way of saying he's the innocent type of guy. I placed the box of food on the ground, jumped in the back of the truck, and spotted my knife within seconds. I picked it up and got down shutting the back with an alarmingly loud sound.

"So what's going on? Rachel right?" Puck asked chewing his gum like it made him look sexy or something. I almost gagged when I realized he was trying to flirt his ass off.

"Your friend is taking me to the yellow line bus stop." Rachel said looking directly at me.

"Isn't that sweet of you Tiny Tana." Puck joked never letting the smirk leave his face. "But seriously Santana tonight meet me at Winton's across the street from the church. Quinn can come but no Brittany." He informed me. It was only the one hundredth time he'd told me, and I can't believe he said this in front of this girl. It's not like she knows what he's talking about, but still this was kind of private. "Speaking of Brittany…" The mischievous grin on his face let me in on the fact that he saw me kissing her yesterday and that he defiantly won't let it go.

"We'll talk about that later…see you assholes later." Puck laughed and Sam looked even more confused that Rachel currently did but they drove off.

"Is the boy with the Mohawk your boyfriend?" Rachel asked once I had grabbed my food and continued walking down the road.

"No he's just an idiot." I explained to her. When we arrived at the bus stop, I decided that maybe I should wait with her until it came. "Here's a piece of advice, try and stay away from this place. And never walk out here alone; you'll be dead if you do." The bus pulled up in front of us and the doors opened. Rachel didn't budge and neither did I.

"So I'll see you around?" She asked cheerfully as if I didn't just give her the scariest warning in history.

"No, no you won't."