"Will Santana Lopez please come to the main office" rang out the loudspeakers
This being her wakeup call,Santana nearly jumped off of her chemistry stool, her potassium chlorate solution screaming when Brittany accidentaly dropped the gummy bear in it early.
"Figgins needs his daily blowjob early today." Puck muttered to Finn. They snickered. Santana kicked him. Teachers over the age of 40 were strictly off-limits: one of the Cheerios' unwritten rules.
Boys had always stared at her when she walked down the hallway, but these looks were different. These were the looks of disgust and malicious humor that someone gave someone who had been slushied (or deserved it badly).
"Dude, you think she really has-"
"Shut up! There she is!"
"Think she got it from a guy or a girl?"
Santana quickened her pace. What did she have? Guy or girl? What could that mean?
Finally she reached Figgins' door.
She knew it would be bad when the Cheerios showed up, but her heart dropped to her knees when the Glee club was there, all with solemn looks on their faces. Finn and Rachel were choking back tears, Kurt was muttering something along the lines of "See, it's not just gay people.", and Mr. Schue just had his head in his hand.
"Miss Lopez, we understand that you applied to give blood recently as a mandatory Cheerios function" said a perky blond woman with a hospital badge on her chest.
"Yeah, and?"
"Your blood, we weren't able to donate it.."
"But it's O positive, universal donor , right?"
"It was O positive, but that wasn't the only positive thing about it."
Santana stumbled backwards. Her limbs froze and her stomach churned.
"Y-you can't m-mean"
"I'm so sorry. You have HIV. Your AIDS treatments will start as soon as symptoms show, but that may not be for fifteen years or more."
"N-no! NO! MAKE IT GO AWAY!"
Her legs shook and failed her, as she collapsed with sobs. Yeah, the health teacher warned her class countless times to be careful, but AIDS only happened, like, once in every fifty-thousand people.
She felt so alone, like the world had been ripped from under her feet like a rug, and she slipped on it and fell face-first. She would never get to go to nationals as a senior and get a scollarship and have a future.
Coach Sue approached her.
"WAKE THE HELL UP, YOU DISEASED LUMP OF SLUG FECAL MATTER!"
Santana zapped into conciousness and almost screamed but quickly lost the ability to speak. There she was, in the chemistry class she fell asleep in, Brittany still a little teary from the gummy bear that got melted in the Potasium Chlorate.
Santana grabbed the note from under her beaker
-Santana
Family's at a Bar Mitsvah in Cicago for my second cousin whose parents got a restraining order against me this weekend. Come on over
-Puck
The dream flashed through her head. Was it worth it?
"No" she said to herself.