I got an idea listening to the band/song i promised to never pay any attention to: One Direction. What Makes you beautiful. This is in no way making a joke of any serious topics that may (i have no idea where this will go) show up in this, only one of my "bright ideas". I know this first bit is unbelievably short, but im using it as a test to see what everyone thinks. if everything goes well, more chapters will come.

It was no secret that Santana had been having trouble since a photoshopped picture of her basically inhaling an entire cheesecake surfaced on the internet. It prompted school-wide rumors saying that she was pregnant, that she is known for getting high and getting the munchies and that she was a crackhead. Eventually, all of the rumors went away. But no one seemed to see anything wrong with referring to Santana as "The Fat Whore" or the "The Bulging Pothead". She began to starve herself as much as possible, and when she did eat, she never held it down for more than an hour. She would often resort to cocaine and prescription drugs to dull the physical and emotional pain. She would often show up to class dazed and confused, huge bags under her eyes, no make-up, wearing sweats. She'd never speak. When she did it was often a slurred offense that no one understood. She almost always had chills or shakes and seemed extremely distant.

Santana wasn't doing well.

So, when the kids of William McKinley High Glee Club got a call that she was in the hospital, no one was truly shocked.

One by one, showed up at the hospital. Brittany. Mr. Shue. Puck. Quinn. Finn and Rachel. Mercedes. Mike and Tina. Kurt and Blaine. Sam. Even the new kid, Rory.

Inside the waiting room everyone sat.

Paced.

Cried.

No one spoke, but in that silence, everyone could feel each other.

Feel Santana.

On her edge.

Whether she jumped yet, no one knew.

Alright, let me know what you think! I know its not much to work off of but that all i could think of at 3 in the morning. Please make suggestions, etc:) xoxo