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Chapter 1

Santana finished her sophomore year of high school. It was quite an eventful year. Quinn Fabray got knocked up by someone who was not her boyfriend but actually by Santana's "boyfriend", some good did come from that though. She was promoted to head cheerleader but she also was distanced from her once very good friend. Besides the baby drama, it was a pretty normal high school year for her. A year full of throwing slushies at anyone lower than her on the totem pole, it was kind of her own personal therapy. Therapy from what one may wonder? Sure Santana may be one of the most popular girls in high school and have everyone at their knees but she was missing something; she was missing a best friend. And Quinn was her best friend before the baby drama but now Santana was left alone, with no real friends to turn to. Even though the Glee club members say that they are there for her, they are not truly there. Santana puts on her best "Queen Bitch" face throughout the whole year and manages to get through.

Santana's home life is pretty crappy. Her father started cheating on her mother for quite some time. He was caught sending emails back and forth with this "woman"; it was really immature and almost embarrassing to read. Santana could not believe that her father wrote these emails, it seemed like something a middle school student would say to his girlfriend. Finding the emails was one of the worst days of her life but soon the days got worse but no one at school would have a clue.

Things simmered down until one day he left for the home wrecking whore during the middle of the year, leaving her mother crushed. The Lopez's were never a really close family that shared their feelings so it was never really discussed. One day her father was there saying how he was no longer going to be at home, confused at first Santana clutched to him, crying, asking why. He said that "God" has sent him in a different direction. When Santana asked what that means her response was that "I will stay single for now". She knew exactly what that meant and she pushed him away, the last time she will touch her father, the last time she will make eye contact with her father, the last time she will speak to her father. The distraught girl ran out of the house and just kept running. Not knowing where to go or what to do, she just kept on running. Finally she texted Quinn, they were still on okay terms but nothing like they used to be. Quinn did not ask questions and she came to her friend's aid, she picked her up and they just started driving. After an hour of driving Quinn pulled the car into park. Santana, who had her head in her heads looked over at her blond friend. Hesitantly Quinn reached her hand over and softly rubbed the girls back. Santana usually does not allow anyone to touch her but this was different, and both the girls knew it. The Latina was always the strong one, the one that did not need to express her feelings because they were under control; some people confused this as her not even having any feelings. She never needed to bother anyone with her problems because she could figure it out. Even when Quinn and she were super close Santana never opened up to her. The ex-cheerleader never would get angry or hurt that her friend would never open up, she just accepted her for who she was.

As they sat in the parking lot, Quinn rubbing reassuring circles on her friends back assuring her that if she needed to talk, that she was there for her. Santana opened and closed her mouth a dozen times, her eyes filling with tears, but nothing would come out. Sharing has never been something Santana did, her walls were built so high and so strong Quinn thought they were never coming down. The blond was ready to break the silence, for Santana's sake.

"I'm so sorry, Santana."

The Latina put her head back in her hand and started to sob uncontrollably. After ten minutes Santana gained enough composure to speak.

"H-How do you know?" she sniffed.

Quinn sighed. "My mom, she talked to your mom."

Santana nodded, she should have figured, their moms were best friends but she was not sure if her mother was as closed off as she was.

Quinn was at a lost on how to console her, Santana has never needed to be consoled, and she has never needed anything from anyone. The Latina appreciated what Quinn was doing for her; she also understood why the girl was so hesitant and very careful about how she consoled her.

"You're a really great friend Quinn."

Quinn shook her head at that statement. "No, I should've been here for you the whole time. Helping you get through this. Not just when you need me the most."

"I don't need anyone." Santana said by reflex.

"Yes you do. Everyone needs someone. And I'm so sorry I haven't been there for you." She finished at barely a whisper.

"Q, you have your own stuff going on, bigger problems than me."

Quinn looked down at her stomach guiltily.

"I never really apologized for sleeping with Puck."

"Don't, there is no need. We just use each other, we suck together."

"I miss hanging out with you S."

"Same here."

The two girls sat in silence, even though they voiced that they missed each other they had a feeling they were not going to go back to how things used to be, at least not this year.

"Do you think I can stay at your house tonight? I can't go back…I just can't, not yet."

"Of course." Quinn replied and started the car on the way back to her house.

That one night during the year that Santana and Quinn spent at Quinn's house was a one time occurrence. The two girls laid on Quinn's bed and made small talk but skirted the issue of what was happening at Santana's home. The blond knew that Santana was not comfortable talking about it so she left it at that.

After that night the issue was never raised again and on the next school day Santana had her bitch face on but Quinn saw the hurt that hid behind her eyes and that look never seemed to disappear for the rest of the year.

The only times Santana seemed happy was during Glee. She had such a strong voice and would let loose when she had a solo. While she sang the fellow Glee club members got a glimpse at a totally different girl, not the girl in the polyester uniform that had nothing but a bitchy smile and a bad attitude. This was a totally different girl, a girl who had feelings; they saw a vulnerable girl bearing her sole through song. Santana only allowed Glee club members to see this side of her because music was one of the only things that she truly loved. Unfortunately the club lost at regionals, which everyone blames Jacob because he was there 12th member, the club did not meet as often and Santana had less to look forward to as the school year came to a close. Having occasional Glee practices and Cheerio practices for the last few weeks, she was set cruise control until the end of the year.

Summer finally came but it was not long until she had to start getting ready for cheerleading camp. It was a four week camp and the Cheerio's went as a squad along with other nationally ranked cheerleading squads. Nike sponsored the camp and invited 16 nationally ranked squads. Camp Nike's first week consisted of the first week was individual training with all the groups mixed together. Week two the squads did team building activities all week and began to work on their numbers, week three they polished their routines and got ready to perform at the beginning of week four. The first few days of week four they compete, last year the Cheerio's won, and the last few days of the camp are set aside for fun.

Santana was excited for camp because she was the head cheerleader and still high off of winning nationals. She was pretty confident that they would win the Nike Cup this year; Sue Sylvester expected or would accept anything less.

Santana's bag was packed and she was ready to spend the next month in Minnesota where the camp was held. The Cheerios were flown on a private jet to the camp because winning nationals did nothing but add to the cash flowing into their budget. When Santana stepped off of the jet she took a deep breath preparing her for the month that was in store. But there was something in store for her that she was unable to prepare for and never thought she would need to be prepared for.