Prologue

Santana stood in her dorm in Louisville packing her things for her Christmas break back in Lima. Headed home for the holidays and all that. She had made it through her first semester and best believe it was horrendous. She had started re-evaluating herself months ago but she promised herself she'd try. Grabbing the last of her things to put in her suitcase, she closed it up. Now to finish the rest of her packing.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't going home for just the holidays. She walked around her room and picked up all of her things. All her CDs, books, pictures, etc. She picked up her last picture frame, it had to be her favorite picture that she had. It had been last year, around this time actually. She was lying on the couch, her hair let loose, in a loose t-shirt and sweats. But it wasn't herself she was focusing on. She was focusing on the angel in her arms.

Beautiful golden locks clashing with her own raven tresses. Blue eyes visible in the picture, staring back at her own, she remembers, with so much love it took her breath away. She remembers the smile she had plastered on her face, the corner of which is visible in the picture. Her angel was smiling too of course,
lighting up the room it seemed. Santana looked at her arms, encircling the dancer's waist tightly, holding her close. She remembered how it felt to hold her in her arms, such perfection, such awe inspiring beauty and my god did she miss it. She remembered how her Mami had taken the picture from the doorway of the living room. She knew the girls would be so lost in their own world, that they wouldn't even realize a flash went off, or a camera lens was pointed directly at them. And they didn't, they never did. And it was moments like that, that made perfect photo-ops for Maribel. Santana remembered the smile that broke out on her face when Maribel gave her the picture in a frame just days before she was to leave for Louisville to get acquainted with college life.

Smiling to herself, she placed the photo on top of her last box carefully. Closing the box she looked around. Nothing here would give a sign that Santana Lopez had ever been here besides the faint smell of coconut that lingered. All of her belongings packed up in boxes, she started carrying them down to her car. Once the lay box was loaded up she went upstairs for the last time and locked the door behind her, saying goodbye to her first and probably only dorm room.
Checking the time, she climbed into her car and started it up. It was a long drive, but she knew that Louisville wasn't for her. Not that Lima necessarily was either, but there was something Lima had that Louisville didn't. Her. The angel in the photograph. Lima had her and Santana would be lying if she said that wasn't part of the reason she was going back there instead of anywhere else. She had made a huge mistake just weeks ago and she was miserable because of it. Now she knew she had to find a way to fix it, if she could. She needed her angel more than she needed air. There had to be some way to undo her rash, foolish, decision. There just had to be.

With that in mind she started off for home. She pulled out of the Louisville lot and onto a main road. Kissing Kentucky goodbye she put on some tunes and headed for the interstate. It was a nice drive. Barely any traffic, the skies were clear, she had her good music and she had her objective. All she needed now was to get there. She was singing along to some Amy Winehouse when her phone started buzzing. It buzzed once, twice, three times, before stopping,
signaling that she had just gotten a text. She didn't want to chance reading it now because she knew the dangers of texting and driving. So she figured she'd wait until she got to a rest stop. Luckily the next one wasn't far, just a few miles.

Pulling into the rest stop, Santana forgot about her phone and instead was focused on getting a snack, she hasn't eaten since about 7 that morning and it was almost 6 in the evening now. She went to the little convenience store and got herself a big bag of gummy bears, some chips and a powerade. She purchased her snacks and was on her way back to her car when her phone buzzed again. She looked to find she had 5 new messages. How she missed the other 3 she wasn't sure but it was irrelevant. Unlocking her phone she saw there was a text from Tina, Artie, and 3 from Sugar. Opening the text from Tina first she read,
Gothic Asian: Hey, I'm here to talk if you ever need to.

She was really confused, why was Tina texting her this? Moving on to Artie's text she read,
Wheels: I wouldn't worry about it too much Santana, they're too alike for it to last.

What? Who the hell was he talking about? She shook her head, now she was even more confused. Finally she checked Sugar's messages,
Richie Bitch: Don't worry Santana, they won't last. We all know that. I think even she knows that. She knows he can't fill that spot.
Richie Bitch: It won't take long for her to realize it. And I think he already does.
Richie Bitch: He doesn't stand a chance.

Santana's heart was beating a mile a minute. Sugar couldn't possibly mean what the messages were implying. Just as she was trying to get her breathing under control she got one more message.
Richie Bitch: Brittany knows that Sam will never be the one for her.

And just like that, Santana stopped breathing, her heart shattered and the floodgates opened.

A/N: So i've never posted anything i've written before. And i'm not sure if this is anything people would want to read. But if it is, let me know in the comments that you'd like me to continue. Much thanks. - J