Disclaimer 1: I don't own a thing and no infringement is intended.
Disclaimer 2: This is my first fanfic, so hope I'm doing it justice
Dark hair fell across a face covered by olive colored hands. A slight groan escaped full lips. "Lopez!" The guard yelled adding to the pain of her headache.
"Huh..?" Santana looked up at the female officer with bleary brown eyes. They were already well acquainted, she had been the girl's arresting officer and they might have scuffled a bit when she'd tried to cuff the former cheerleader.
"Looks like it's gonna be a long weekend for you, sweetheart," She smirked, "we can't seem to find anyone to bail you."
A stream of biting retorts swam through Santana's liquor-addled brain, but she simply turned innocent eyes to the dirty blonde officer and grinned. "How's your nose?"
"Why you little cu-"
"McMahon, lay off." A tall black officer interrupted her rant.
"What the fuck Garrison, that little bitch almost broke my goddamn nose!"
"Take a walk, McMahon..." The man glared over at his subordinate when she didn't make any move. "...That's an order, not a suggestion."
Officer McMahon grumbled under her breath, touched her bandaged appendage and stormed away from the drunk tank.
"Lopez..." Garrison rose and walked slowly over to the drunk tank. He opened the door and stared down at the sole occupant. It had been a rather slow night for them, but Santana Lopez had proven herself to be more than capable and livening up their night. He genuinely liked the kid, which made the news he was about to give her even more painful.
"Listen Gare, I know what you're gonna say, but she totally started..." Santana turned bleary eyes to him.
" I don't care about all that, Santana...here drink this." He handed her a steaming cup of coffee hoping to sober her up quicker.
The Latina gripped the cup in both palms and sipped slowly watching the officer closely. "What's going on Garrison? You're trying to sober me up and the way you're looking at me makes me think maybe I wanna stay drunk..."
"I..." He began sitting across the cell from her.
"What happened? Is it Britt? Tell me, Gare..." Santana eyes became wild and jerked all over the cell trying to find a focal point.
"Santana, I tried to call your parents...McMahon is serious about pursuing charges, so I tried calling you parents and...Santana...there's been an accident..."