A/N: Thursday 9th of December will be rememberd forever as the daythe liberal democrats officially betrayed mine and future generations. Despite promising to cut tuition fees, Nick Clegg went back on his promise, and surrenderd all power to David Cameron- a conservative.

After protests across the nation on the streets and in schools and colleges, after walk-outs and strikes and sit-ins and occupations and protests, the bill was passed in parliment.

I was at the protest march, that went across london and assembled in parliment, before the bill was passed, and it was one of the scariest, saddest, most exciting days of my life. There was much violence from both police and protestors. I'm going to send Quinn and Rachel to that protest, because conflicted times always call for a little Faberry friendship.

For the purposes of the story, its set in england, because i know very little about the US. For anyone unfamiliar with english politics, Nick Clegg leads the Liberal-democrats (i.e your left-wing, liberal, democrat party) and Cameron leads the conservatives (i.e right wing republicans).

Enjoy, and PLEASE, PLEASE review =)

In support of Alfie Meadows, who sufferd bleeding on the brain due to police violence.

Eyes fixed intently on the screen, Quinn double-clicked the "refresh" icon, and waited as the screen cleared, and then refilled itself with an identicle web page as the one before it.

Inbox: 0.

Still, still, no one had replied. And now, with less than eight hours to go, it looked like no one would. At another click of the mouse-pad, the message that had been sent out three days ago to fifty of Quinn's friends, via, facebook, filled the screen with colour: the large illustration of London's skyline, with "SHUT DOWN LONDON: MARCH ON DECEMBER 2010" emblazoned across it in; the small paragraph giving the date, time and aim of the protest; and then, at the bottom, the few lines Quinn had added herself before sending the message. "Guys- this will affect ALL of us! If we make enough of a stand, they can't ignore us, so come down, and make your voices heard!"- the words sounded so stupidly optimistic now.

She supposed she should really have known better: only a very few of her friends were remotely political, and while they'd all spent happy hours complaining about the goverment itself, and the cuts it seemed to be intent on introducing, it seemed that none of them actually cared enough to put any time or effort into making a difference.

Even Santana and Brittany, her two closest friends, had not replied to the invitation: Santana, only child of strictly Conservative parents, had unsurprisingly picked their views, and Brittany, sweetly loyal as she was, had absolutely no understanding of what was going on, politically, at all.

After watching angry students smashing the windows of the Conservative headquarters, and then pouring inside to occupy the building, on the news, Brittany had asked Quinn what was happening.

The effort of explaining it to Brittany was a little exhausting, but even so... Quinn would've thought that at least ONE of her friends would've been willing to come on the protest with her...

Well, screw it. Screw them and their political apathy.

She'd just go to the protest on her own.

Rachel had been going on marches for as long as she could remember. It was just what her family did. Like some children are taken to churches and temples simply because their parents believe in it, Rachel had followed her dads on every march they'd ever been on during her life, long before she was old enough to understand what they were marching for.

Mostly, they were Gay Pride, and Gay Rights, but sometimes they were political: anti-war, anti-poverty, and sometimes they weren't protests, just marches in celebration of the Jewish, Black, Gay, or artistically inclined communities (although never had any of these sectors ever actually combined their marches).

But she had never gone to any of them alone.

"Rach, I'm sorry, but we can't take the time off. Not mid-week. Next time, maybe-"

"Can't I still go?"

"Well-"

"I'm 18, Daddy! It's only London. I've been there by myself before, remember..."

"Honey, that was in the day time"

"THIS is in the day time!"

"You know these things often go on for much longer...plus, it's the middle of winter- it gets dark much earlier now..."

"That has nothing to do with anything, Daddy, and you know it doesn't. It's good to try new things, anyway. Isn't independence a good thing to learn?"

Eventually, Richard, Rachel's other father, intervened, and laid a hand on his partners arm.

"Darling , I think we're going to have to accept it sooner or later... she IS an adult now..."

Rachel beamed.