Hey everyone! So I've been throwing this idea around for a long time, and I finally decided to start writing it! I hope you all enjoy!

Some important info: In my story, a few things are a little different than on the show. First off, Santana was never in love with Brittany. So if you a Brittana fan, I suggest looking elsewhere for a fanfic XD Also, this takes place somewhere in the beginning of the third season-ish, so there will be none of the new cast. Santana has never even really considered the fact that she's gay, but she does find it odd that she has never been attracted to a boy.

Also, if you want to see more of one of your favorite characters/favorite couples then just say so in your review! Or PM me!

Thanks! Please review and enjoy!

Oh, and PS, if you also happen to read my Wizards of Waverly Place fanfic, I know that I use the same name for the new girl and the missing girl, but I like to use that name a lot because I really really like it :)

(Rest In Peace Cory. You will be desperately missed. You will always have a special place in our hearts. I cried when I found out, I was shocked and horrified. I pray for him, that he is in a safe place, and I pray for Leah and his friends and family. Stay strong, everyone.)

I remember the day I met the person I love more than anything more clearly than any other day in my entire life.

She walked through the door, and I swear my beating heart stopped for a moment. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

This is how I had to struggle through this incredible passion of mine. One I have never felt so strongly about in my entire life. A passion so strong, it aches my heart and floods through my veins. Every time she opens her mouth, I just want to say, 'I love you'.

But I can't tell her. I won't. I'm much to afraid of the consequences. What if she doesn't love me back? And what will other people think about me at our school, that is filled with some incredibly horrible people? Will they accept me, or reject me?

And this is how it all began.

Chapter 1

It was cold and rainy outside William Mckinley High School in Lima, Ohio. Teenagers bustled through the hallways, talking and laughing with friends, standing at their lockers, gathering their books and binders. Cheerleaders, known as the Cheerios, wore their red and white uniforms, complete with white sneakers and bouncy ponytails. Everyone was especially energetic, though, because it was Thursday, November 24th, (aka almost December), which meant Christmas was inching its way nearer. And everyone knows Christmas meant free stuff and no school for two weeks. What could be better?

Santana Lopez walked through the doors and into the halls. Usually, she would be wearing her cheerleading outfit, but there was no practice today (due to the excessive raining) and Santana felt like she needed to wear something different. Her tan skin glowed against the yellow shirt and dark blue jeans she was wearing ever so well. Her black hair was in a pile of waves on top of her head, and her black boots clicked through the hallways. She quickly made a stop at her locker, grabbed a few things and made her way towards one of her favorite places- the glee room. Santana didn't usually like to admit it, but she thoroughly enjoyed glee, and like many people in glee club. The only reason she was so rude all of the time was because she was... well, lets just say confused.

Obviously, everyone just immediately assumes that Santana is totally confident about knowing who she is and confident in herself. But honestly, it was all just to cover up the fact that Santana Lopez actually doesn't know who she is at all. She pretends to be confident so she can feel confident, but lately her strategy hasn't been working. The reason she isn't so confident in herself is because contrary to popular belief, she has never had feelings towards a guy. She tried so hard to like someone but as much as she tried she knew that she couldn't force attractions towards other people on herself.

Is there something wrong with me? is an incredibly common question that pops into her head. Why have I never had strong feelings, or feelings at all for anyone? Santana desperately wanted to feel something for someone, even if it was some jerk of a guy who she would punch herself for falling for.

Little did she know that today was her lucky day. Santana Lopez was going to feel something for someone, alright. And these feelings were about to hit her so hard that it was going to nearly crush her heart.

Santana sat down in her usual seat next to one of her best friends Brittany. She said hi to her blond friend, and rubbed the reddish-brown plastic chair she sat upon and smiled. This room was almost like a second home to her. Her passion was singing and she loved to do it more than a lot of things in her life.

She flicked her dark eyes from the chair below her to the door as more people walked in. Kurt, Finn, Quinn, Mercedes... all familiar faces. And she was so happy to be spending her senior year with them. She just had an... interesting way of showing affection.

Finally, Mr. Schue walked in the door, a big grin on his face, and his curly bronze hair was styled how it always was.

"I've got incredible news, guys!" he said, spreading his arms out for emphasis.

Rachel, being Rachel, raised her hand. Even though Mr. Schue didn't call on her, Rachel began to speak anyways.

"Yes, I have a feeling this is about the solo I tried out for yesterday?" she rambled quickly, without any hesitations or breaths. "Thank you so much for giving me the song for-"

"Whoa! Rachel! Slow down!" he said, a puzzled look on his face. "This isn't about you."

Santana blinked hard, then scoffed loudly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Schue, but should I be calling an ambulance?" she began. Insults began burning in her throat, as usual. "Because it seems as if Rachel is about to pass out and die any moment now because of the statement you just said to her. I really don't think her brain has the power to process the idea that the world doesn't revolve around her."

"That's enough, Santana," he said, giving her a sideways look. "Let's not start the day with this."

Rachel looked back at Santana, giving her a deathly glare. She flashed Rachel a sarcastic smile. Santana definitely didn't like to admit this either, but deep down she actually liked Rachel. She just needed someone to throw insults at because of her current lack of self-confidence and her state of confusion, and currently Rachel Barry was the most vulnerable. Santana even thought she was really, really pretty. But if Rachel ever found that out, Santana didn't even know what she'd do.

Mr Schue continued. "What I was going to say was that..." he stopped for emphasis. "...we have a new member of the Glee Club!"

Gasps of shock, excitement, and hushed murmurs spread throughout the room. A new member was a really big deal.

"A new member?" she said, flicking a black strand of hair out of her face, not sure how to feel about this news. "We haven't had a new member for a while."

"I know! This is great! We need another member. We need some fresh new voices! I have found an amazing girl who knows how to sing her heart out, and she really would like to join. She just transferred here last month into the 11th grade. But, since she skipped a grade in elementary school, she is one year younger than she should be. She is only 15, so remember to please be nice! Think about how nerve-racking it would be if you were 15 and about to be in a club with intimidating 17-year-olds." Mr. Schue began to walk towards the door. "She's waiting in Emma's office. I'll go get her right now! Everyone, stay here." He turned around and left the room, a happy spring in his step.

The minute their teacher left, everyone turned around in their chairs and looked at Santana.

"Please don't be mean to the new girl," said Tina. "We really need new members!"

"Try your hardest not to lash out, okay?" said Finn, who was grasping Rachel's hand.

"This girl could be the key to winning our competitions!" Rachel exclaimed.

"And, she could be totally freakin' hot," said Puck, nodding his head and high-five-ing the nearest guy, which happened to be Artie.

As more people told her things like 'Just try to be nice' and 'No more insults,' Santana rolled her eyes and put her arms in front of her. "Okay, okay!" she exclaimed. "What is this, and intervention?" She felt angry and sad that her friends didn't trust her to be nice. She really would try her hardest to not insult the new girl.

Santana decided it was time to speak from the heart. She knew she would regret this later, but she didn't care. "Look. I promise I'll try harder to be nice, especially to this new girl. I'm just..." she paused. "I'm going through a lot right now. So could you all just, like, give me some space or something?"

The whole room was silent. Eyes were wide. Santana saw some people smiling at her.

"You guys are looking at me like I just died and came back to life," she said. "Is it really that uncommon that I speak what's on my mind instead of just insulting people?"

The whole room immediately said "Yes!" at the same time.

Before anyone could talk or question Santana about what she meant by 'I'm going through a lot right now', Mr. Schue walked in, only walking a few feet into the room from the door. All heads turned.

"Everyone..." he said, looking excited. "This is Zoe!"

A small girl walked into the room.

Santana felt her heart momentarily stop. Her blood turned to ice, and she felt a feeling she had never, ever felt before in her life.

The girl was very small. She was about Rachel's height, maybe even a little shorter. She had long, chestnut brown hair that went about halfway down her back. It was straight and fit her face perfectly. She had tan skin, just about the color of Santana's. Her eye's were big, and they were so green they looked like beautiful emerald orbs. Santana had never seen eyes so green. She had a pair of blue jeans on that were rolled up just above her ankles, showing the many ankle bracelets she had on. She had an incredibly oversized vintage letterman jacket that fit appropriately to their school colors; it was all red, with red leather sleeves and had a red and white symbol that Santana didn't recognize on its upper right-hand corner. There were other white badges on the sleeves, but Santana couldn't make out what they said.

Santana felt like she was suffocating. This girl was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her entire life. A warm feeling was suddenly exploding in her heart and coursed through her body, getting rid of the icy feeling she had just experienced. She suddenly had the urge to run up and hug this girl. To hold her, and never let go. To kiss her softly on the lips.

Wait. What?

Santana rewinded in her brain. Did she actually just think that? Did she really want to kiss her? She didn't really know. She was suddenly so... confused.

Omygod, she thought. Am I...

...gay?

Santana began to feel ill. The suffocating sensation started up again. So many things were crashing into her mind. So many realizations about herself, and she didn't even know if these realizations were truly real. She didn't understand anything about herself anymore. Was she gay? It was totally and completely possible. She couldn't even believe she was thinking that.

Santana couldn't take it any more. She felt like she was slowly dying.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up," she blurted out.

Heads whipped around, glaring. Everyone silently seemed to be saying, What the hell is wrong with you?!

Will sighed angrily. "Santana! What did I tell you about insults? I can't believe-"

"No, no, no, Mr. Schue, this isn't an insult. I seriously think I'm about to puke." Her insides felt like they were on fire. What was happening to her?

Will noticed that Santana looked incredibly pale. "Oh goodness, Santana, I apologize," he said. "You're totally right, you don't look so good."

Brittany scooted her chair closer. "Honey, you look so pale! You should go to the nurses office. You're sweating a ton!"

People began to crowd around her, but the only thing Santana seemed to be able to focus on was Zoe. The new girl looked concerned, and she could see Mr. Schue apologizing to her.

Santana felt even more sick, now that everyone was around her, asking her if she was okay.

"G-get away from me!" she yelled. "Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!" her shouts were loud and harsh.

She tried to push her way through the crowd. "Give her some space!" exclaimed Finn.

She briskly walked by Will and Zoe. It took all of her might to not look at her. But she knew that if she did, it would make this horrible feeling worse.

She ran through the deserted hallway and pushed her way through the bathroom doors. She felt hot, sticky tears rushing down her face. Her emotions felt like they were at war with themselves. She sat down on the floor and began to sob.

What was going on? What was wrong with her? She didn't know. All she could think about was what had just happened. The scene replayed in her head over and over again. She couldn't believe how dramatic she was being, but she couldn't help it. It's not like she wanted to be that dramatic.

Zoe must think I'm such a drama queen. She doesn't even know me and my first impression on her is that I make a huge deal out of everything. Great. Santana didn't understand what was going on, but she did understand that she cared about what this girl would think of her.

Even though she was probably only in that bathroom for a short period of time, it felt like hours and hours that she sat in there, sobbing, trying to straighten out her emotions and figure out if the explosions of warm, pleasant feelings she felt in the glee room was love for a girl she hadn't even really met yet.

All Santana Lopez could think about was that 15-year-old girl.