I do not own Glee! Can't wait for it's return on Friday! Please read author's note at the end. Happy Reading!

Chapter 1

I have been in LA for three weeks now helping to choreograph a new music video for my favorite performer P!INK. I absolutely love her so much her lyrics are so raw and powerful, she speaks to you with her songs, it's an honor to have the chance to choreograph for her. The sucky part of this awesome experience was definitely having to leave my girlfriend home for three weeks. I really didn't want to leave alone I wanted her to come with me but she's finishing up school and I just could not make her leave. Although, she did put up quite the fight to come with, which included attacking me with "sweet lady kisses" but nope I did not cave.

Santana and I texted every day, called after night before one of us fell asleep and tried to Skype as much as possible. I missed that beautiful face, those amazing brown eyes, adorable dimples, and cheeky smiles that were only reserved for me. I get to come home in two weeks but it feels like it's so far away.

After working for 14 hours on set I went home with the intentions was a hot bath, some wine, comfy pajamas and a Skype conversation with my girlfriend.

My bath was incredibly relaxing and the Merlot compliments of some fantastic room service really hit the spot, now all I needed were my sweatpants and Cheerios tank top and I was ready to go. I hopped on my Mac and immediately searched for Santana's name on Skype. Oddly enough she was nowhere to be found, I decided to send her a text to tell her to get her sexy self-online so I could see that beautiful face of hers.

After 30 minutes of no response I started to get a little worried and decided to give her a call, maybe she had already fallen asleep it was 9 pm here which meant it was midnight in New York, but we never go to sleep without calling each other. I pouted at the thought of not being able to say goodnight to her or I love you. One of my biggest fears was not being able to let the people I know love them and then something tragic happening, basically never really getting to say "goodbye" kind of thing. I mean I know it's irrational to think, like I'm sure nothing has happened to Santana, but I literally won't put my phone on vibrate in case someone needs me in the middle of the night. No matter how tired I am or how deep a sleep I'm in I will hear the phone and I will answer if it's an actual emergency. I've gotten my fair share of drunk messages from my friends but I laugh them off and fall back to sleep.

I walked into my little hotel kitchen in hopes of finding a snack, I was kind of in the mood for a hot pocket but also wanted a Popsicle? I mean that's quite the weird craving, but I basically live off junk food right now so I don't care. It's been an hour and I haven't received a phone call from Santana yet, just as I think this I hear the soft words of "Songbird" fill the room and I immediately know it's her. My heart flutters at the thought of finally talking to each other after such a long and tiring day.

"Hi San!" I yell loudly into the phone, I'm so excited I just can't contain myself, I wish she could see the big smile on my face. "How come you're not calling me on Skype baby? I really wanted to see your face," I pouted as if she could see me.

"Hi baby, I'm sorry I fell asleep for a little while, it's been a crazy day for me" her raspy voice is like music to my ears, I could honestly listen to her talk all day long. She's not her normal happy self when she's talking to me though so I decide to ask her what's wrong.

"Nothing b-baby" huh she's never really stuttered before unless it's in the bedroom and my magical hands and tongue are causing her to not be able to form real words. "I just had a rough d-day and I'm s-stressed out ya know?" "I'm o-okay though don't w-worry" she whispers out and I can definitely tell she is crying now.

"Baby it's okay what happened? Come on you never keep anything from me and I can tell you're crying right now, you forget we've known each other since we were five, even over the phone I know you." I'm basically begging her to tell me because we all know Santana Lopez struggles with her emotions and actually showing people she isn't an ice queen but a big softy.

I can tell she's trying to gain her composure on the other end because she's trying to convince herself she's okay because at this point she damn sure isn't going to convince me she is. Maybe I should fly home? Maybe she's just missing me and I can ask for a couple of days off we're almost done shooting anyway.

"Really B, I'm fine, but I'm really tired and it's been a hectic day for me I just want to shower and go to sleep. I'm sorry to rush you off the phone but you know how I am when I don't get enough sleep and I have five classes tomorrow." She rushes out her words so quickly I can barely process what she said. I know she's not okay, so I put her on speaker and send a message to my boss asking for a few days off I have a family emergency. I won't even tell Santana I'm coming home because I know she will try and stop me.

"Okay baby, you go get some sleep and I'll call you in the morning, I love you!" I say quietly disappointed I didn't get to talk to her more or find out what's going on but when it comes to Santana you have to know when to push and when not too. "Okay B, talk to you tomorrow." She says and then the line goes dead, she didn't even say I love you back, she's never done that to me before, ever.

My manager was kind enough to play for my flights and provide transportation because I was too flustered when I called her to let her know I needed to go home immediately. We've been friends for several years now so when I called Holly a frantic mess she basically said no problem doll face and were ready to send me on my way.

I arrived back in New York around 1:30 and knew that Santana had class until at least four o'clock; hopefully she would get out earlier. I pulled up to our house and quietly made my way inside. The first thing I spotted was our new kitten Prince, Lord Tubbington passed away several years ago, and Santana finally let me get a new kitten as long as I promised to let him eat human food. He was the runt of the little so small and orange, such a cuddle bug, I loved him so much and so did Santana although she would swear she didn't.

After a few soft rubs behind the ears and purrs I decided I really needed to use the bathroom so that was my next spot. When I walked into our bathroom Prince hot on my heels I never expected to see what I did. The mirror had two circles drawn into the middle, which looked like eyes staring back, lines extended from the "eyes" with words attached. The red lipstick writing said: "selfish, powerless, useless, revenge, broken, unworthy, slut." I was shocked at what I staring at but also incredibly confused, its San's handwriting, but does she really think these things about herself? I felt a few tears fall thinking about my girlfriend feeling this way and not knowing. I mean I always knew Santana could be a little insecure but this was extreme. I walked out the bathroom wiped my eyes and headed to our bedroom, I thought I already got one shock for today but here was the second one.

My girlfriend was cuddled up on our bed, wearing shorts and a tank top, she had bruises on her legs and arms, two black eyes, possibly a broken nose, and who knows what else. I dropped my bags and immediately rushed to her side, she must have heard me, immediately she flinched and tenses with drawing into herself further and all I could see was the fear in her eyes, a fear I haven't ever seen before, a different then when I told her I was in love with her in school, or when she was outted by that big giant, or when her Abuela kicked her out. This was different. What the fuck happened while I was gone?

This is based off a scene from One Tree Hill. I've been incredibly busy with school and working and the holidays so I haven't really had the time to write. I will be updating It's Not Easy this weekend. I apologize greatly for the delay! I'm sorry I write angsty stories but there will be romance as well and as always Brittana is endgame. Pleas read and review I would love to hear feedback.

Thanks

Brie