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Sylvester's School For Girls

By LiveYoungDieFast

Chapter One

The music's pumping so loud that it's practically reverberating through the walls. Santana's surprised that none of her neighbors have complained yet, especially since she lives in the nicer part of town in a large four bedroom house. Her parents weren't exactly millionaires, but they were rather well off, her father was the chief of medicine at Lima general hospital and her mother was a psychiatrist.

Santana's house was an ideal party spot since it has large rooms and an even larger garden that was complete with a swimming pool. She always kept her parties to the kitchen, living room and the back yard to minimize damage to the rest of the house, she was grateful that every door in the house had a lock so she could control where her party guest could venture.

There were a lot of people in her house and since they were contained to the two rooms, it was getting a bit stuffy inside and Santana could do with some air. She makes her way through the crowded living room and to the open patio doors and steps outside into the back garden. The garden is just as crowded as the house. There were people everywhere, some were even in the pool, some were fully clothed and others seemed to have lost pieces of clothing along the way.

Santana doesn't really know most of the people occupying her house but she doesn't care. She was having fun and that's all she really cares about. She's not really sure how the party turned out so big, she assumes that her best friend and right hand man; Noah Puckerman had something to do with it.

Puck has a habit of inviting every girl he saw to a party that wasn't happening and the next thing you know, Santana's house is filled with people she barely knows. She was just glad that her parents were away for the weekend and the only way she agreed to throw a party was if Puck would help her clean up the day after.

Puck obviously agreed, he would do anything for a party and by the looks of it he was enjoying himself if the smile on his face as he approaches Santana is anything to go by.

"Great party, San" he says.

"They always are" she replies, taking the red cup from his hand and draining the contents.

"I need another drink."

Santana hands the empty cup back to Puck and goes in search of the keg that Puck had set up on the garden table. There are two girls filling up their cups from the keg when Santana arrives, one of them was wearing the shortest hot pants Santana has ever seen giving her a nice view of the girls ass. The other was showing so much cleavage that Santana thought that either of these girls could be a great candidate to be her bed buddy for the night.

The girls notice her as she moves closer to the table and the one in the hot pants even sends her a flirty smile. Santana tries to play it cool and reaches for one of the red cups stacked on the table. She fills her cup up with the amber liquid and takes a sip. She glances at the girls again and as she goes to take a second sip of her drink, it was like a switch had been flicked and everything turns into chaos.

A flood of people came rushing into the garden and there were shouts of "cops" and "run" were heard over the music. The girls she was checking out seem to get caught in the panic, dropping their drinks and running into the crowd of people who were escaping through the large gate in the back yard. She notices Puck amongst the escapees, but she didn't blame him for abandoning her though, he was on his third strike and couldn't get caught again.

Santana just carries on drinking her beer whilst she watches the teenagers flee the scene. There was no point in her running; it was her house after all.

It only takes a few minutes until a police officer makes his way into the back yard and over to where Santana is standing.

"'Sup Officer Harris?" Santana asks.

"You've really outdone yourself this time."

"Thanks. I try."

"This really isn't the time to be a smart ass. It's a lot more serious this time."

"So are you going to call my parents?" Santana asks.

"I'll call them from the station."

"Well while you do that, I'm going to bed." Santana says putting her cup on the table. She attempts to walk away but Officer Harris stops her.

"I think you misunderstood. You're coming to the station with me" he explains.

"What!?"

"It's three in the morning and you're still throwing a party. The music is loud and there is evidence of alcohol and drug use scattered around the property."

"You can't blame me for what other people do."

"When it's on your properly I can. Look you're not under arrest; we're just going to question you down at the station."

Officer Harris walks over to Santana, takes the red cup out of her hand and places it on the table.

"I won't cuff you as long as you cooperate" Officer Harris says gently grabbing Santana's arm so he can guide her through the house and to his police car.

"I thought I wasn't under arrest."

"You're not. It's just protocol especially when the suspect is familiar with the police."

"Familiar with the police" Santana scoffs.

"This is the third time I've caught you underage drinking. I had to drive you and that Puckerman boy home last month."

"We'll be on a first name basis soon, Officer Harris."

"Just get in the car."

Santana doesn't argue she just takes a seat in the back of the police car. Officer Harris closes the door behind her and makes his way to the driver's seat.

She's quiet on the way to the police station; it's mostly due to the fact that she's tired and slightly drunk. When they arrive at the station Officer Harris let's Santana out of the car and takes her to the front desk.

"So before we go any further, since you're a minor we have to call your parents. We're going to put you in a holding cell in the meantime."

The Officer behind the desk takes Santana's details before she is shown to a holding cell. The cell was already occupied with what Santana assumed was a thirty year old hooker.

"Looks like you have a new roommate Trixie" Officer Harris announces.

Trixie? Yeah, definitely a whore.

Santana takes a seat on the bed that wasn't occupied by the middle aged prostitute.

"So what are you in here for kid?" Trixie asks.

"I threw a party that got a little out of hand."

"I was like you at your age" Trixie says lying down on the opposite bed.

Santana seriously doubts that. She might not take authority seriously, but this woman looks like she started on the streets at eighteen and Santana was as far away from that as possible. She felt awkward sat in the small cell with the other woman and it takes over ten minutes before Officer Harris returns.

"Okay Miss Lopez. Your parents will be here in the morning so you might as well get comfy."

"You're kidding right?" Santana asks.

"No, I'm not kidding."

"Relax kid, these beds get comfortable the more you sleep on them" Trixie says.

"Well I'm hoping not to be here that long."

"I'm sure they'll let you out once your parents come. I'm Carmen by the way, Trixie is just a nickname I picked up along the way, you know 'cause I turn tricks."

Of course Santana knew, she knew the moment she saw the older woman. She is half expecting Carmen/Trixie to tell her some sob story about how she was only doing it for her kids; either that or she's hooked on something. Probably the latter with the way this woman looks.

"Is that why you're in here then?" Santana asks.

"Not this time, this time I was hauled in for punching a cop."

"Why did you punch him?"

"'Cause he was trying to arrest me."

That made no sense at all and Santana wonders if it's possible to actually fuck someone's brains out because this woman has probably had hundreds of sexual partners and she's as dumb as a rock.

"Why was he trying to arrest you in the first place?" Santana asks.

"I stole a tricks wallet. I doubt he'll press charges though since he'll have to explain to his wife what he was doing with a hooker. I'll spend the night in here and tomorrow I'll be off the hook."

"What about the assault on the police officer?"

"I have a friend that will be able to help me out. This isn't my first time of avoiding a charge; you don't have to worry about me kid. I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve, that's the other reason for my nickname" Carmen laughs.

"I can teach you some if you like."

"I'm okay for now, thanks" Santana says sarcastically.

"I think I'm going to try and sleep the alcohol off."

Santana tries to get comfortable in the so called 'bed' but she probably would have been better off sleeping on the floor. It takes her a while to get some sleep especially since Trixie/Carmen keeps her up by talking. You know you've hit a new low when you start getting life advice from a hooker.

Eventually the older woman gives up and goes to sleep which means that Santana can try and get some sleep too. However, before she knows it she's being woken up by a loud banging which turns out to be Officer Harris opening the cell door.

"Good morning Ladies." He greets.

"Santana your parents are here so we'll take you to the interview room in a moment. Carmen someone has posted your bail again so Officer Little will take you to sign your release form and then your free to go" Officer Harris explains.

Officer Little comes into view and gently grabs Carmen by the arm.

"Come on Trix, how you keep getting bailed if beyond me" Officer Little says as he leads Carmen down the corridor.

The rest of the morning is spent talking to Officer Harris whilst her parents were present. She answered all of his questions and was finally let go with an official warning. The ride home was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. It was the complete opposite reaction than Santana was expecting.

When they arrive at the house, Santana enters the house first and heads straight towards the stairs.

"I'm going to sleep. That so called bed I slept on last night was not comfy" she says as she starts to ascend the stairs.

"That's it? That's all you're going to say" Carlos says angrily.

"What else is there to say?" Santana asks.

"You were arrested!" Carlos shouts.

"I wasn't arrested. I was just held for questioning, ask Officer Harris."

"I think I talked to Officer Harris enough this morning. You spent the night in a jail cell; you don't think there is something seriously wrong with that."

"It's not like I murder someone. Jesus it was only a party."

"A party that contained underage drinking and drugs. You've pulled some stunts in your time but no more, this was the final straw. Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore I'm too tired. Go upstairs; we'll carry on this conversation later" Carlos orders.

Santana knows better than to argue with her father when he was this angry. She carries on her journey upstairs and gets straight into her bed.

Santana wakes up a couple of hours later; it was just past three o'clock in the afternoon. She had fallen asleep in the clothes she had on since the party last night so she decides to freshen up by having a quick shower.

Once she's finishes she makes her way downstairs with the intention of getting something to eat but when she opens the kitchen door she finds her mother and father sitting around the table.

"What's going on?" she asks.

"Please take a seat, Mija" Maribel says.

Santana sits on the chair that is opposite to her mother.

"Your mother and I have been talking and we feel like we have come to a decision regarding your future" Carlos says sliding a pamphlet over to Santana.

"What is this?" Santana asks picking up the pamphlet.

"It's one of the best schools in the country."

"Sylvester's School For Girls" Santana scoffs.

"I think this school could be a step in the right direction for you."

"What is this? Some correctional facility disguise as a school."

"It's not like that Mija. It's a school that gives its student the best chance in life and I think you need something like this. The way you are going at the moment, drinking and partying with that Puckerman boy is going to destroy your chances of a good life" Carlos explains.

"You hate me that much that you want to send me away to some boarding school."

"We're not doing this because we hate you. We're doing it because we love you" Maribel says.

"What if I don't agree to this?"

"We're hoping that you will. We don't want you to do it for us; we want you to do it for yourself. You have an opportunity to become the best person you can be, please don't waste it."

"Do I really have a choice?" Santana asks.

"Not really Mija" Maribel laughs.

"I'll make you a deal. You go for a semester and if you don't like it, you can come back home" Carlos says.

"That seems fair. Okay, I'll go."

"Okay, then you need to go upstairs and pack a suitcase."

"Wait, what?"

"We spoke to Sue Sylvester the headmistress of the school and she said you can start on Monday. We thought it would be best to take you tomorrow so you have a day to settle in" Carlos explains.

"I thought you didn't want to get rid of me."

"We don't. We just think the sooner, the better" Maribel says.

"Whatever. I'll be in my room."

Santana grabs a piece of toast off of her father's plate before retreating from the kitchen. As soon as she enters her bedroom she gets her suitcase out of the closet and places it open on her bed.

"Going somewhere?"

Santana turns around to find Puck climbing through her window.

"Yeah. I'm going to boarding school" she answers.

"Very funny."

"It's not a joke" Santana replies handing Puck the school's pamphlet.

"You're really leaving?"

"Don't worry; I won't be gone for long. All I have to do is stick it out for a semester and then I'll be back here in Lima."

"I can't believe you agreed to go" Puck says.

"Dad was pretty pissed about the party and the fact I spent a night in jail. This seemed like a fair punishment, god knows what he would have done if I hadn't agreed."

"You spent the night in jail?"

"Yeah. When the cops showed up last night Officer Harris took me down to the station" Santana explains.

"That dude is such an asshole. He's always ruining our fun. I'm sorry San, this is all my fault."

"How is it your fault?"

"I made you throw that party last night."

"I agreed to it besides I think I've fucked up so many times that my dad just lost it this morning. I should have realized that sooner or later I would push him too far" Santana says.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too but we can still keep in contact and like I said, I won't be gone for long. You better go, if my dad catches you here, I'll be spending the rest of my life at that school."

"Alright, call me when you get there" Puck says giving Santana a quick hug.

He makes his exit out of the bedroom window, a routine he had perfected over the years.

Santana takes a seat on her bed next to her suitcase and takes a look around her room. This room has been her home for the past seventeen years and now she has to leave it to live in some boarding school.

She should have known that eventually her behavior would push her parents over the edge. She should have also expected there to be a severe punishment, she just never thought that they would send her away to a boarding school.

It's only now starting to hit home how disappointed in her, her parents must be. The sadness in her mother's voice was evident when she told Santana about the school, even though she tried to mask it with humor.

Santana loves her parents; they have always been attentive to her even though they worked a lot. They have always provided her with everything that she needed and she's never really appreciated that before.

Santana wants to be a better daughter but she's not convinced that sending her to a boarding school is the answer. However, after the semester at the boarding school is over and she's back in Lima, she's definitely going to try and be better for her parents.

Santana's pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in" she calls.

"I've come to see if there is any laundry you need doing so you can take it with you" Maribel explains.

"I'm just sorting through what I want to take with me now but if I have any laundry I'll bring it down."

"Okay. You know that we are doing this for your own good. We love you so much that we only want the best for you."

"I know and I know that I have disappointed you."

"No Mija, you could never disappoint us. You've made some bad choice that's all, we've all made mistakes before that's not the issue, the issue is making up for them but you are doing that by agreeing to go to this school and to better yourself."

"Thanks Mom."

"Do you want me to help you pack?" Maribel asks.

"Sure. I pick out what I want and you can put it in the case, you're neater than I am" Santana jokes.

They spend the next half an hour sorting through Santana's clothes. Santana picks what she wants from her large walk in closet and gives it to her mother who then process to fold the item of clothing and places it neatly in the suitcase.

"This reminds me of when you were ten and we sent you on that summer camp. You only lasted three days before you were sent home" Maribel laughs at the memory as she folds the last item of clothing.

"That wasn't my fault; a boy was making fun of a girl I was friends with so I pushed him in the lake."

"You've always been protective" Maribel muses.

"You're hearts in the right place but you never use your head."

"Well hopefully I can learn to change that" Santana says causing Maribel shares a soft smile with her daughter.

Maribel gathers a forgotten sweater that is lying on the floor and adds it to the laundry basket before picking up the laundry basket itself.

"I'll take these downstairs and get them washed for you. Let me know if you need anymore help."

"I will and thanks mom, for everything."

"You're my daughter Santana, I'd do anything for you" Maribel replies before leaving the room.

Santana throws a few more items into her suitcase; it's strange to think that this will be the last night she spends in her own room. She still can't really believe that tomorrow she'll be leaving Lima to move to an all girls, boarding school.

A/N So this is the new story I've been working on. A lot is written but it might take time before it's fully complete. As always thanks to Beebeeborez for your input and editing skills.