Written for a prompt that was sent to my tumblr for Pezberry week. Here you go Casey! Really short Prologe to get it started. This starts in Rachels POV but it will switch to mostly Santana's throughout.

Story was deleted ... not sure how/why but thanks for everyone that reviewed first time around! I'm sorry they're all lost! :(

I don't own Glee...and some mentions of attempted rape but no real details..if this is a trigger for you..don't read!

Reviews/suggestions..etc welcome.


PROLOGE

What the hell was she thinking? Going to a ridiculous high school party where clearly she didn't belong. Besides, the only other time she'd attended one of these stupid thingsthat aweful thing she still couldn't speak of happened. "Why can't I be like every other normal freaking teenager and be able to drink my problems away!" she half sobbed to herself sliding down the wall in the bathroom.

All it was doing was causing her to remember in horrible vivid detail what had happened to her a week ago. She was jolted into reality hearing pouding on the door.

"Oh God oh God not again" she started to rock back and forth. "This can't be happening."

"Listen up whoevers in there you gots about 1 minute to get your ass out."

Rachel let her head fall back against the wall. Santana. "Seriously God? Do I not look beaten down enough to you that you have to send in Satan to finish me off?" she pleaded towards the ceiling.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down so she didn't sound like she had been crying, she answered: "I'll be out in one sec please hold your horses Satan...uh...Santana" she quickly corrected cringing. She silently plead again, that the firely latina hadn't heard her slip up.

Peeling her sore body off the cold tile floor she swiped at her eyes before glancing in the mirror. She looked like complete shit and her eyes were puffy and red. Damnit. She turned on the cold water and splashed herself. Didn't help. Oh well, she's just gonna look right through me anyway. Opening the door she made sure to avoid eye contact with the raven haired bitch on the other side as she went to walk past. Santana strided in purposfully banging into the shoulder Rachel'd just had painfully reset two days ago after being dislocated. Unable to stop them, fresh tears flooded her eyes from the shock of pain as she let out a painful yell. Gingerly holding her arm she tried to prie her eyes open so she could get out of there before Santana noticed.

"Woah there Berry get back here."

Rachel ignored her and slowly made her way over the threshold praying to God she'd just let her go. She felt a tug on the back of her skirt causing a wave of painic to rip through her which came out as in a strangled cry. "No please..please don't do this to me again please". Santanas eyes widened hearing the fear in Rachels voice. Jesus she was a bitch for reals but not enough to illicit this type of reaction from her. Besides, Rachel was always ready and willing to throw it back at her a 100% which she secretly enjoyed and yes even made her admire her just a tiny bit. But this ...this broken sounding creature before her ...this was not Berry. She was determined now to find out what the hell had happened to the obnoxious diva. She yanked again harder this time on her skirt not wanting to try pulling on the other arm in case that was injured as well. Rachels body came flying backwards into the bathroom and into Santanas chest. The latina wrapped an arm tightly around the smaller brunettes waist while she reached the other around to slam the door shut.

As Santana turned the lock Rachel let out a broken sob. This time it was Santana who tensed up. There was only one thing that could render her vicious alter ego Snix completely powerless. When a girl cried it was like fucking krypotnite.