Hey, it's my first story and English is not my first language, so take it easy 'kay?

I don't own Glee, but I wish I did ;)

Enjoy

Chapter one

Santana wasn't sure what was going on. In a minute she was standing and the next minute, her whole body was screaming in pain as Lauren Zizes threw her from side to side like a fucking rag doll. Before she knew it, she was being thrown through the floor and ended on Coach Beiste feet.

"Hey! Knock it off and get going!"

She was dizzy and for a moment she couldn't get up. All she wanted was to curl up in a ball and cry. Not only because of the pain in her whole body, but the pain in her heart as well. She was so damm hurt. But she couldn't show it. She needed be the bitch that everyone saw in her, other way, she was nothing. She couldn't show weakness, so suddenly she was back on her feet, still dizzy and holding the tears back. She tried to get to Zizes, but Coach Beiste had a tight hold on her shirt. She kept fighting with the air, even though her legs were weak.

"That's.. how we do it... in Lima Heights..." she wasn't even sure what she was muttering about, everything was spinning.

"Let's get you to the nurse" she heard Coach Beiste say as she felt her holding her back from falling and lifting her up on her shoulders. She looked back for one moment to Puck and saw him smiling to Lauren and the last thing she heard him say to her before Coach Beiste doubled the runner broke her heart in a million of pieces.

"Please go out with me."

...

The nurse was worried.

It wasen't the first time she had to take care of the hurt Latina because she got in a fight (belive in her, this wasn't the first time) but the most of the time, the girl wasn't that hurt and sure as hell she wasn't that quiet. The small girl just kept looking to the door, waiting for someone came and check if she was in one piece while nurse Jackson took off her coat and lifted up her shirt to take a look of her ribs. Some bruises were already showing up. She saw the girl was holding her left arm painful and tried to make her move it, with just ended with a couple of tears and a quiet whisper in spanish.

"I think your arm might be broken, Santana, I'll try call your parents, I think is better for you to go to the hospital and have some x-ray" Nurse Jackson let go of the Latina arm slowly and start to walk away from her to call the girl's parents. However, she was stoped by her small voice.

"I don't know why you even bother, Ali, we both know that they won't come" The nurse sighed deeply and turned to look at Latina, which now looked down miserably. She walked back to her and put her hand on her chin to make her look up to her. Her heart nearly broke when she saw the red teary eyes.

"Are they traveling again, sweetie?" It wasn't the first time that happened either. Almost every time that the girl came, hurt or sick, she could never contact her parents. They were always traveling or working. They never had time to come for their hurt daughter, and on the rare times that one of them came, they were always upsets with the girl for take their time, even before know what happened with her. It always did contemplate about how was her domestic life.

"Yeah... Anniversary" Santana gave her a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes and looked back to the door, still waiting for someone. Someone who never came.

Where's that two blondes cheerleaders who used to always came when Santana got hurt? Or that mohawk's boy? Or that scary woman, Sue Sylvester? Isn't Santana in the Glee club? Where's that nice teacher who always came when some kid from Glee get hurt? Why there's no one for this poor girl? the nurse thought.

"I guess I'll just drive myself home. Could you excuses me from my last classes?" she asked quietly, looking back to the floor and holding her hurt arm.

"Santana, honey, you're hurt, your arm might be broken, you need to go to a hospital, plus, I don't think you can drive right now." the nurse said concerned when she saw the girl wipe away one tear with her good hand. She smiled weakly again.

"Well, I have no one to drive me to the hospital, no one to drive me home... I think I'm by myself" the Latina sighed soft and got up from the examination table, almost falling on the floor, but managed to stand straight with a painful grin as she started to walk out from the room, pretending (really bad) not being in pain. She got her coat with the good hand and started her way to her locker, even that she thought she would collapse in pain with every step. Her ribs were hurting at every breath, her legs hurted with every move and she was holding back the tears of the pain on ther arm she was holding close to her chest.

The nurse Jackson sighed while saw the girl walk out in pain. She needed to do something to help this poor girl, anything.

...

Santana still didn't know who she manage get in home, but she was never so happy in see that white sofa in her whole life. She just threw herself on it, letting a cry in pain came out when she hit her hurt arm. After that, she couldn't move. She just laid there and started to thing on the bad of the last days.

"You guys love me. I keep it real and I'm hilarious"

"Actually, you're just a bitch"

"I'm not your man!"

"Maybe you're right, maybe I am destined to play the title role in the Broadway musical version of Willow, but the only job you're gonna have is working on a pole!"

Before she know it, the tears she was holding back for so long were streaming down her face and she started to sob. She curled on a ball and let her head go into a darkness place.

Why nobody loves me? Why everybody that I loved had to let me go for someone else? Why nobody care about me? Why Britt left me? Why Quinn had to be so mean to me telling Sue about my boob job? I didn't even told her about her pregancy! Why Puck didn't helped me? Why Glee club hates me so much? I know I can be a bitch and all, but no one there is all naive, everybody already hurted someone there and always had someone to protect them. Why I don't? Why no one defended me?

Why everyone hates me?

I even left Cheerios for the Glee club, I proved that I like being there, right? We were not supposed to be a family?

But even my real family hates me... Why did I even tought for one moment that they could accept me? Why do I even bother?

Accept that Santana Lopez, once and for all,

You not worth that be loved.

No one will love you.

Ever.