Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters, though I wish I did!
A/N This is going to be a future fic, with lots of flashbacks. Let me know if it's something you guys will be interested in reading more of!
Don't worry, I'm still working on my an unusual kiss story, this idea just popped into my mind and I wanted to get it down before I forgot it!
The Story
All of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am…
Santana Lopez dropped her pen down on her large mahogany desk and let out a long sigh. She closed her eyes, dropping her head into her hand, massaging her temples with her thumb and middle finger. Maybe everyone was right, maybe she shouldn't be back to work after only two weeks. It was just the only thing she knew and was good at, avoidance. Throwing herself back into her job was the only thing that was working at keeping her mind off everything.
She slowly opened her eyes, scanning the pictures that hung on the walls of her office. Her eyes finally came to a rest on one of a stunning brunette with sparking brown eyes and a million dollar smile. Had it really only been two weeks since she had heard her soft voice, held her in her arms, kissed her and told her she loved her? Santana almost didn't recognize the sound that rose up in her throat and had come out of her mouth, as she hurled a paperweight at the picture. Watching as the glass fell to the floor in millions of tiny pieces, it perfectly symbolized her life falling apart before her eyes.
"Um, Santana?" Rich, Santana's assistant, asked slowly opening the door and sticking his head inside the large office. "Everything ok in here?"
Santana quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and stood up from her desk chair. "Just fine," she lied. "Looks like my picture just fell right off the wall."
Rich looked at the glass paperweight that sat next to the pile of glass on the floor. "Think you may want to go home? I can reschedule all your appointments for the rest of the day."
Santana shook her head. "No, no I'm just fine. Can you get me a coffee or something? Oh, and some asprin? I have an opening statement to make in an hour."
"Sure, whatever you need."
Santana made a mental note to give Rich a bonus or raise or something, he had been great about putting up with her these last few weeks. She slowly made her way to the pile of glass and sunk down to the floor, picking up the picture from the mess. She clung to the picture, tears falling down her cheeks, sobbing all over again. "I need you," she whispered to the picture. "I can't do this without you."
So many stories of where I've been, and how I got to where I am…
A/N the lines in italics are parts of the song The Story, Brandi Carlile which I own nothing of but all of you should listen to Sara Ramiez's version from Grey's Anatomy.