Author's note: I do not own Glee, or anything else mentioned in this story. So please don't sue me.

This fanfic is different from my others because it will be a little bit darker, and less humor.

Also not the tense changes ove the chapter, I promise it will make sense when you read it.

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Fear. That is Santana Lopez's life. She lives in a constant state of fear. At school, she is afraid of people finding out that she's a lesbian, and what they will do if they find out. When she's with Brittany she's afraid that she will be Brittany's second choice, especially to Artie. At home she's scared that her parents don't love her for who she is, but rather what she has accomplished.

Santana Lopez is supposed to be athletic, attractive, captain of the Cheerios, creative, popular, a straight "A" student, and most of all straight. She is all of those except straight, and she knows that being a lesbian is definitely not accepted by her parents. On more then one occasion Santana has heard her mother and father lecture her on the "evils of homosexuality" about once a month since she can remember. It is this fear that keeps her in her large closet; not so big that you can see Narnia, but about the size of a comfortable walk-in closet.

The energy that Santana has put into preventing her closet from crumbling down, would be more than enough to achieve world peace, and more than enough to affect all aspects of her life. Santana hates the fact that she has put on this facade of the slutty-cheerleader-who-is-secretly-a-geek-and-stage-loving-diva-and-is-also-a-fucking-huge-bitch so often that she doesn't even know who she really is. All she knows is: she's a girl, her name, her ethnicity, and her sexual orientation, otherwise she someone that she and everyone hates. Especially now.

Sue had just asked if she was on the winning team or the losing team. She knew what she wanted to say, but she also knew what she should say. Her parents didn't like it last year when she quit the Cheerios, actually they were furious. She wasn't risking it, she couldn't afford to risk it. "Team Sue."

The moment Santana walked into the cafeteria, her heart sunk farther into the black hole of what used to be her soul. She knew what was going to happen. She exhaled before she approached Becky, and told her the plan. After the performance, there would be a food fight. Becky nodded in agreement, and Santana headed towards the Gleek table, dreading what was going to happed. Santana wasn't dreading that she was undoubtedly going to be covered in food, she was dreading the fact that the others were going to, and it was her fault.

When Santana got home from school, her mother scolded her for having spaghetti in her hair, after which Santana headed straight up to her room and locked the door. She threw on a pair of athletic short and her white beater, a then she quickly did her homework, because McKinley doesn't actually academically challenge anyone, even the AP/IB kids get less than two hours of homework a night.

Once she completed her assignments, she pulled out her laptop and plugged her headphones into her laptop. She opened her web browser and went to and , all the while listening to some Tegan & Sara, or some Lady Gaga. She did this to just feel connected to a community that she was forbidden to be part of. Santana knew it wasn't healthy for her to be constantly lying to everyone all the time, but she couldn't risk her parents finding out. She would tell them the moment she had graduated from graduate school, she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life yet, and by then her education would have been paid for and would have a job in another state, somewhere where they couldn't touch her.

The moment Santana stepped outside she felt tears cascading down her face. It was official, she had nowhere where she would be accepted for who she is. The tears began to fall faster, she had to hide somewhere, she couldn't let anyone see her crying. She ran to the one place that would be deserted during last period, the auditorium. The only people who ever used the auditorium was the Glee club, and they were in the choir room.

When she entered the auditorium she saw no one, heard no one, and it was pitch-black dark. She sat in some random seat, and then she let it all go. Tears began flowing an indiscernible rate, she began to shake, she was crying so hard, and she felt cold and alone.

She wasn't sure how long she had been crying or how loud, but it had been long and loud enough for someone to walk in with out her noticing. "Santana are you okay?" The young Latina immediately stopped crying, some on had seen her when she was weak. She turned around and tried to put on her best bitch persona, however when she saw Blaine the bitch persona crumbled. She couldn't take it. She wasn't good enough for anyone, not even Mr. Schuester. Santana shook her, and burst into tears.

The dapper boy sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her. He felt her shaking, he felt her tears gather on his shirt, he felt how much pain she was in.

After an hour of all-out sobbing and shouting incoherent things. Santana had finally calmed down enough to function.

Blaine looked at the young Latina. At the moment, she was nothing as Kurt describe her. She was supposed to be this fierce, confident, and venomous young Latina, but when Blaine looked at Santana all he saw was a girl in a great deal of pain. She was trembling, her eyes were red and swollen, and she just looked like a total wreck. Blaine exhaled deeply, "I know that you probably don't want to hear this Santana, but you need to talk to someone, whether its Mr. Schuester, Ms. Pillsbury, your parents-"

"NO! Not my parents!" Santana shouted, fear coursing through her veins.

"Okay. You don't have to talk to them, you can even talk to me if you wanted to. I don't care who it is, just as long as they listen to you and help you to their best ability."

"Why do you care?" Santana snarled.

"Because I seriously think you are going to hurt yourself."

Santana was taken aback, she hardly knew Blaine, and yet he was concerned. "Fine," She grumbled. "But, I am not talking to my parents, Ms. Pillsbury, or even fucking Schuester. It's you or I don't talk at all."

Blaine nodded, "I understand. Do you want to stay here?" Santana fervently shook her head. "Okay, how about we go to my house? My parents are in Europe for the month, so the house will be completely empty. And, we can grab some coffee from the Lima Bean on our way there. Sound good?" Santana nodded. "Okay why don't you go grab your stuff and clean up, and I'll meet you out front." Santana nodded and got up from her seat and headed towards the door. "I have to text Kurt that I can't hang out today."

Santana stopped, she hadn't thought about Kurt, and his close relationship to Rachel. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"This stay betweens us, no one can know."

"Okay," he said before she walked out the door. He pulled out his phone and texted his boyfriend: Hey babe, something major came up. I know u really wanted to hangout today, but I can't. So sorry, I'll call you when I'm done-Blaine.

Blaine had just got in his car when Kurt had texted him back: Sounds important. It's okay though I have a lot of work to do on my campaign anyways. Love you!-Kurt.

Blaine smiled as he texted: I love you too!-Blaine.

When he had pulled around to the front entrance he saw Santana already waiting. "Do you need me to give you a lift or did you drive to school?"

Santana shrugged, "My car is in the shop, so I could use a ride."

Blaine gently smiled, "Get in Santana."

The ride to the Anderson house, was silent but it wasn't awkward. They had stopped at the Lima Bean, as Blaine had promised, for some coffee to-go, and soon enough they were at the Blaine's house. His house was large, but appeared welcoming. She sighed as she got out of his car.

Blaine dropped his book-bag next to the couch and sat down on the comfy couch, and motioned Santana to do the same. She carefully put her bag down next to his, and then carefully sat down on the opposite side of the couch. The two sat in silence for a few minutes until Blaine broke it. "Whenever you are ready."

Santana was terrified, if she said it, aloud, then everything she worked so hard to keep alive would come to an end. "I'm terrified," she stated as she sated at the center of the floor avoiding Blaine's gaze."

"Would it be easier if I asked questions, and you give me a yes or no answer to them?"

Santana shrugged. "I don't know, maybe?"

"Okay let's try it. Have you committed a crime?"

"No."

"Are their an repercussions from it?"

"Depends."

Blaine was confused, "On?"

"The person."

"Okay. Umm… is their any moral or ethically ramifications from it?"

"No ethical ramifications. Moral, well that depends on the person."

"Does it or could it play a major role in your life?"

"Yes."

"Does religion have an effect on it, or people's opinion of you?" Santana nodded, he was getting closer. "Santana, are you pregnant?"

Santana violently shook her head. "No, I am definitely not pregnant."

"Okay… does it effect all parts of your life. Like school, home, Glee, etc?"

"It could."

"So haven't told anyone?"

"No, I haven't." Santana was pretty sure he knew what "it" was. And she was right.

"Santana are you gay?" He asked calmly and gently. Santana nodded and began to sobbing again. Blaine moved next to the Latina and hugged her as she cried. "Santana being gay isn't the end of the world, I'm not going to lie to you sometimes it sucks, but it's not the end of the world."

"I know that already," Santana said through her sobs.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, because I have nowhere where I'll truly be accepted, especially after today. At school, I the slutty bitchy cheerleader that everyone hates. The same went for Glee club, except I could sing a sultry song because no one else could. On the cheerios, I'm the bitch who got a boob-job the summer before Junior year. And at home I am the creative, athletic, attractive, straight "A" student, who dates boys! At home if I don't meet any one of those standards, I get yelled at. I don't meet two or more of those I get hit with the nearest object, which I haven't allowed to happened since I was in eighth grade. If I were to tell them I was gay, I would be lucky to have the shit beaten out of me, and then be kicked out of the house!" Santana had somehow broken Blaine hold on her, and was now standing in front of him tears cascading down her cheeks as she. "I am a bitch, a slut, and everything else to hide the fact that Santana Lopez is a lesbian! I can't afford to tell anyone the truth until I am off at college. I can't tell my parents that I am a lesbian until I have graduated from graduate school and have a job on the other side of the country, so that they can't hurt me!"

Blaine looked at Santana in utter shock. "Holy shit," he muttered.

"I know, but guess what the best part is. The one place I knew I could be open about my sexuality, is gone. Yes, Mr. Schuester took that away from me. The only safe place I had," she said before collapsing onto the couch. Santana covered her face with her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.

Blaine rubbed her back to calm her down, "You wrong Santana. This is a safe place. I am someone you can always trust, not matter what."

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