AN: This is my first Santana/Rachel story, and this is just the beginning of it, I have the next chapter almost done, so if there is an interest in reading this then I will continue on with it if not then there won't be more posts.

This is taken from a prompt over at the Pezberry community on LiveJournal, the link to this is on my profile, I believe, and I think that there is a couple of stories for this prompt too but I wanted to give it a try.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters, they belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox.

I would love to know what you think of this, so I'm going to stop here and let you all read the story.

Love Hurts

Prologue

The rain was pouring down as she drove her car home; the cheerios practice had been long and grueling. It was just something that had happened after the practice that had stuck with her, it was something that had been said and now she was furious with the rest of the team.

She knew that she was a bitch but people didn't have to be all up in her face about that, she was after all the only one that was supposed to be acting that way, it was her part on the squad. But no, some freshman or something like that had to try and show of and in the end she was the one that was blamed for it.

She pressed the gaspedal down, and the car sped up, she just wanted to get home, home to forget about this day. Home so that she could call Brittany and talk to her.

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The speed that they car had and the rain and you could even add in the darkness, that must be the only reason for what had happened next.

She couldn't think of any other reason for what would have caused the accident.

Sure, she didn't really like the girl, but she would never hit her with her car intentionally, she wasn't that kind of girl. Everyone knew that Santana Lopez didn't really like Rachel Berry but she would never in her whole life run someone over with her own car.

There was just really one person that Santana had liked in her life besides her family and that was Brittany, some would probably argue that she liked Quinn or Puck maybe some other people but she had some kind of love/hate thing going on with Quinn and it had gotten worse after Quinn had told coach Sylvester about that surgery. Puck, let's just say that was a place that she didn't want to go to.

As she sat next to the short girl that was lied there on the ground, she was waiting for the ambulance to come, she had called them, the Latina still couldn't believe what had happened, she had tried to stop the car she had stood on the break on the car but the car didn't stop and a second later Rachel Berry was laying there on the ground and she didn't move. She could see how blood poured from the brunette's head, there was just so much blood, Santana had no idea on what she was going to do.

The Latina could hear the ambulance in far away, that just meant that help was on the way. As she sat next to Rachel waiting for the ambulance to come and help them, she stroke the diva's hair, she remembered what she had been taught when they had some kind of first aid thing with the cheerios one time, you should never try to move someone that could have some kind of neck or spin injury, Santana was pretty sure that Rachel could have one of those, she had been hit by a car after all. Her car.

Santana counted the seconds that turned into minutes, she couldn't look at the girl that was laying there on the ground still not moving, she could tell that Rachel was breathing that was a good thing, she wasn't dead. She herself started to freeze, if she was freezing then what would Rachel do, lied there on the ground.

Santana stood up, she didn't want to leave Rachel alone but she had to, she had to grab her jacket that was in the car, just something that would help the small diva to keep some of the warmth before the ambulance came to help them.

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Rachel started to wake up or at least that was what it looked like for Santana and she could hear a small voice that said something.

"It hurts." Or at least that was what Santana thought that Rachel said, she couldn't be sure.

"I know, I know." Santana said as she took Rachel's hand in her own, she had been wrong about so many things and one of they were that Rachel did not have Man-hands she had no idea where that came from. "Help is on its way." As Santana said it she could see the sirens on the ambulance coming closer. Help was finally there and everything would turn out okay, she just knew it. Rachel would be okay.

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Rachel had been strapped on to the backboard and she had a neckbrace, Santana couldn't look at the small girl that was laying there, now it just looked so much worse.

"Is she…?" Santana asked one of the paramedics that were on the scene. "I hit her…" it was said more to herself then to the paramedic, she still couldn't believe what was happening around her.

"Your friend is going to be okay." He said as he put a blanket around the Latina, and Santana wanted to protest but she couldn't. "Do you want to go with us?" She just nodded; she couldn't speak at all it was just too much for her.

"We are coming in with one MVA." The paramedic reported. "One hurt and one shocked." With that the ambulance left the scene with both girls in it. During the whole ride to the hospital Santana sat next to Rachel as she held the diva's hand as good as she could.

This was the end for the prologue and as I said before, if there is an interest in this story then I will continue on with and I hope to be able to update once a week, at least, it will probably be Wednesdays. I know that this wasn't long but the rest of the chapters will be somewhere around 2500 words or something like that depending on how the writing goes.