WHO: @castleportpdhudson &. santana lopez
WHEN: Monday 11.08
WHERE: Finn’s residence.
It took forty-eight hours, when a thought occurred to Santana through the self-pity: someone did know about her secret. Finn knew. A choice she had to make at the ninth hour. Cuffed, booked, and banished to a holding place that wasn't worthy of touching her Target pj's with a hole in it, she called him for her only phone call. Maybe he had a connection to the LAPD that could pull a few strings- he didn’t. But he did have a heart, and money. He paid her bail, and swore himself to secrecy- or so Santana thought.
Monday evening she went to his house to find out. Her knuckles were purposely consist in their short, sharp raps to the door. Eager to crack some part of this mystery; take back some sort of control that had her feeling discombobulated.