AN: I reread I'll Save Myself and it was gross so I decided to revise it before I go any farther so pleeasse tell me what you think.

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Santana sat cross-legged on her bed, tears streaming down her face. She had felt the "feeling" creep up on her during the day. Standing there, waiting to pounce at just the right moment, to take over her thoughts, to try to win the battle that daily occurs in her head.

Those feelings, as Santana felt, were the demons she wished had never come out of their hiding place.

They made her feel...weak. Hopeless. Unworthy. Never good enough.

Her roommates were off at a NYADA party or something….she couldn't remember. Not that it had mattered, because she wouldn't have wanted to go if the President personally invited her. She was all alone, and she could let go a scream she's been wanting to release since the moment she woke up.

The Latina looked down at her lap. Her palm sat face up with a shiny razor blade, shaking along to the sobs that broke out of her. She clenched her fist, making the razor disappear from sight, wishing she had never found it in her father's toolbox.

She knew it was wrong, but the addiction was too strong for her. She needed the high. The feeling of the blood running down her arms. Just the thought made her instantly snap open her hand, grab the razor and slide the sharp object across her forearm. She had too many scars on her wrist to cut any lower than halfway up her forearm. She swiped so fast and so hard the blade became fuzzy from both the speed of the blade moving and the tears, now waterfalls that had not been wiped for so long, her neck and collarbone were getting wet.

She stopped slicing, only to switch hands and move to her other arm. After who knows how long, she finished when she couldn't see any bare skin on either arm, blood taking place of the dark skin.

Somehow she managed to get to the sink and wash the blade. Wincing, she put one arm carefully under the faucet and then the other. After both arms were clean, she wrapped them in cloth, trying to keep the blood from staining her sheets. Although, her sobs were still heard, her mind was at ease. The demons had stopped fighting, and finally she felt at peace. She could still hear them lurking in the corners, but at last, her constant anxiety had left her.

She felt as if she were floating, and wanted this feeling to never go away. She glanced at the clock, noting it was 11:53 before closing her eyes. And that's when the needed sleep hit her.

Dani woke up with a strange feeling in her heart. It was as though a huge wave of guilt had washed over her. She sat up in bed, so overwhelmed by the feeling that she needed to go get some water.

She made it out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she shuffled out of her room, only to trip over shoes in the hallway.

Cursing as she went, she got up and finally made it to the kitchen, squinting as the refrigerator light hit her eyes.

She drank the clear liquid until the feeling had left her, leaving her with the fatigue she had felt earlier that day. She slowly shuffled back into her room, drinking more water as she went, finally finding the warm covers she had been craving as soon as she left them.

By the time she had gotten comfortable, the guilt had come back making her feel worse. She assumed it was just the jitters, and glanced at the clock. Closing her eyes, the last she remembered were the red numbers 11:53.

Santana woke with a cold sweat. The continuous nightmares felt like she was swimming through syrup, a sweet, viscous liquid slowly suffocating her. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and swung her legs over the bed. She trudged towards the bathroom, grabbing a hoodie on her way out of her room. She slipped it on, hoping neither of her roommates had seen her yet.

Just as she reached the bathroom door, she heard a squeal coming from the kitchen followed by two arms wrapped around her neck.

"Get off of me Berry." Santana replied, cold as stone as she pushed the brunette's arms off her slender shoulders.

Rachel just rolled her eyes and gave the Latina a kiss on the cheek before handing her a cup of coffee. Santana offered her a sweet smile in thanks and headed towards the kitchen, forgetting about the bathroom.

She entered the kitchen while sipping her coffee, eyes focused on the ground, jumping as she saw two feet land right in front of her own.

"Oh my God! Santana! You'll never guess what you're doing tonight!" Kurt exclaimed.

Santana rolled her eyes, not liking where this is going. "What Lady lips?"

"At the party last night, we met up with Elliot and he told us he knows someone who might be interested in you." Kurt said, a little too loudly for Santana's taste.

"Kurt, I don't want to meet anybody! I'm perfectly fine being single." the woman explained, irritated at her roommate at his lame attempt to set her up.

"Please Santana, give this girl a shot. I know you're heart broken from Brittany, but you need to get over her. One night Santana, just one night. We're worried about you. You do the same thing everyday, wake up, go to work, come home, and watch tv until ten then go to bed. Just one date, if you don't like her, you don't have to go out with her again. Please Santana."

"Kurt's right, Santana," Rachel butted in, "you're too young to do the same thing every night. This girl is sweet. We aren't asking you to fall in love with her, we just want you to get out of the apartment. Just try for us, okay? We aren't taking no for an answer. She has already agreed, and you are not going to stand her up."

Santana sighed in defeat. It probably wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to get out of the apartment once. "Alright! Fine! One date. That's ALL."

Her roommates and squealed before running over to her and tackled her into a hug.

They let get and starting heading out of the room before Kurt turned around and added "Be ready by 6:45." with a wink.

Santana stood there, her mouthing gaping open, wanting to give back a snarky remark, but deciding better, and left to go get ready.

"DANI! GET UP! IT'S FOUR O'CLOCK! WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU UP YET?" Elliot yelled, jumping on Dani's bed, scaring her half to death.

"Elliot! I'm trying to sleep" She said, trying to sound menacing, but all came out was her sleeping voice.

Elliot just giggled and sat down next to her looking really excited. Well, more excited than normal.

"What's going on Elliot? Why are you acting like you just met the Queen?" She asked, almost scared at what he's done.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He said, obviously not hiding the fact that he's up to something.

"Stop lying to me Elliot. I know you, and you're hiding something. What did you do?" Dani asked as she shifted to leaning back against the headboard.

"Well, I haven't done anything, but you are going on a date tonight." he said with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Elliot! Come on! I'm happy single. Plus, chances are, either she is going to be scared of me, OR she's going to try and use me for my fame. I don't want that. You KNOW I don't need that."

"I'm pretty sure she isn't going to use you. She's too heartbroken to do that." Elliot replied.

"Oh! So I get the broken one. Great job, Elliot! Now I might feel guilty standing her up." Dani said with irritation clear in her voice.

"For one thing, I promised my friends that you're going to go. And second, you're not going to stand her up, I know you and you would never do that. So you're going." He said, clearly not going to give up.

She sighed but agreed, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his arms around the small girl's neck.

"It's like 4:15 right now, and you're going to pick her up at her apartment at 7:00. I have reservations for you at Asiate, and you're paying. Her roommates said she's not ready for something too serious yet, so just get to know her." He said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She rolled her eyes for what seemed the hundredth time since she woke up and go out of bed, knowing that if she didn't start getting ready now, Elliot will never leave her alone.

Santana groaned at the sight of her closet. Nothing seemed appealing to her. She knew she shouldn't care that much, because she didn't even know the girl, but she just had this feeling to impress. Kurt had finally told her that they were going to Asiate, so she knew that she had to dress nice, but she felt like none of her dresses were enough.

She ran to Rachel's room, not bothering to knock on the "door", which were curtains to separate the loft area.

She glanced around the area, noting Rachel was sleeping, and quietly went towards her closet. She sighed when she found mostly sweaters, but smiled when she found a red dress that would compliment her skin tone perfectly. She grabbed it before sneaking out of the room, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

The dress looked rocker chick, which normally would've made her turn her nose up on, but made her want it even more. She found a black leather jacket that would cover up her scars and some high heels she knew she would hurt her feet after about fifteen minutes of wearing them. She laid her outfit on the bed and turned towards the bathroom, going in to straighten her hair and of course, cover her face with makeup.

She came out fifteen minutes later, happy that it didn't have to take longer, and went to her bedroom. She glanced at the clock finding it was 6:37.

She put on her dress and jacket before grabbing her heels and walking out of her room. She placed her shoes next to the door and decided it was time to wake up her friends. If she didn't wake them up she knew she would never hear the end of it when she came home from her date.

She walked straight into Kurt's room, yanking the boyfriend pillow away from him. He started grumbling until she yelled "Get up!" and walked out of the room.

Satisfied with one, she walked into the kitchen to get two pot covers and walked into Rachel's room, banging them together. Rachel screamed as Santana started laughing, happy she chose the mean way of waking them up. She threw the pot covers one the ground before yanking the blankets off of Rachel and threw them on the ground before turning to walk out the door. "I'm going on my date soon. Just wanted to let you know." she added, surely making Rachel get out of bed.

It was 6:54 when she got into the kitchen where Kurt was mumbling about Santana and her bitchiness. She grabbed a water bottle and started sipping on it, trying to drown the butterflies that had started fluttering in her stomach. She started feeling nervous, something Santana Lopez never feels. Frowning she turned towards Kurt who was smiling towards her, reading her like an open book, something he was good at.

"Nervous, huh?" he said, knowing Santana never feels anything but anger and sometimes happiness.

"Shut up, Hummel. You know, I never get nervous for anything. I don't know what's happening. I haven't even met the girl and here I am getting butterflies, something I didn't even get with Brittany." Santana replied, sighing at the mention of her ex.

"Oohhh, Santana's nervous. Quick Kurt, get the camera! This never happens." Rachel said, butting into the conversation. She knew Santana was going to get her for that, but before she could, there was a knock on the door.

Santana glared at her replying "Just remember, I'll be back after you go to bed. Maybe you might wanna sleep with one eye open tonight, Berry." Santana went towards the door, slipping on her heels. Opening it, she saw a girl with a matching leather jacket smiling at her.

Dani had already gotten ready and was slumped on the couch flipping through channels. Elliot came running in, squealing at the sight of her.

"Dani! You look absolutely beautiful. How are you picking her up?" he asked, marveling at the dress she chose to wear.

"I'm going to have Max drive us. I gave my driver the day off today, and I hate driving in New York traffic. Max will be happy because he'll have an excuse to come into the restaurant to watch over me." Dani replied, knowing the Elliot only cared about her dress. It was like talking to a child in a toy store.

"That sounds fabulous Dani" Elliot replied, now looking at her jewlery.

Dani glanced at the clock, seeing it was 6:37 and decided it was time to go. "Elliot, I gotta go pick her up, what number was her apartment again?"

"She lives in 756, but there isn't an elevator, so you're going to have to walk up the stairs. The address is already programmed into your GPS. Should I wait up for you?" Elliot said, acting as though seven flights of stairs was no big deal.

"No, don't wait up for me. I'll see you later. Don't watch too many reruns of Project Runway tonight." Dani winked, before putting her heels on and locking the door.

Max was already outside waiting for her, trying to keep the paparazzi away from her. The flashes almost didn't bother her, but some of the questions made her want to kick them in the balls.

Max led her into the car before getting in himself and driving off. It took only about 15 minutes to get to her apartment.

It was 6:54 as she entered the building, finding the stairs almost immediately she raced up them as fast as she could. Max was still in the car, so she didn't have to worry about him nagging her about being careful.

Before she knew it, she was at their door, knocking with her signature smile plastered on her face.

She heard a click and the slide of the door, but as soon as it had opened her smile dropped at the mesmerizing sight that stood before her.

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