HELLO! NEW STORY! I HOPE YOU ENJOY! :)

BTW, AND IF YOU SEE RANDOM NAMES IN HERE LIKE JOHN, AND KAYLEE, JUST IGNORE IT. ITS FROM ANOTHER STORY THAT THIS USED TO BE BEFORE I CHANGED IT TO A FANFICTION.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE (but i DO own Aunt Emily, Maycee, Dana, and Mira)

3 Years Ago

"What should I get today?" Santana Lopez asks herself while scanning the choices for lunch.

"Going on a diet?" asks a voice behind her.

She jumps and lets out a little yelp. "God, Maycee you scared me. And no I'm not." She glances down at Maycee's tray and grimaces. "I just don't want that load of fat."

"C'mon Sticks, you know you need all the fat you can get."

"Whatever Maycee." She sighs.

She picks up her salad with the prongs; grab a bottle of water, and goes to pay for her lunch. She goes to sit down her usual table and starts eating.

Right in the middle of chewing an olive, Santana sees Aunt Emily walk into the cafeteria, looking as if she just saw a ghost. Her normally rosy cheeks are as white as snow and her normally bright blue eyes are red, as if she was crying. What does she have to cry about? Aunt Emily never cries, the Latina thought. Out of the thirteen years Kaylee has been on this earth, she has yet to see her godmother cry. Usually when Aunt Emily's upset, she gets this really distant look; in fact it's the same look that she's giving Santana right now as she slowly walks over to her table across the cafeteria.

The cafeteria grows silent as Aunt Emily makes her way over to Santana and her friends' table. It's no secret that Emily is her godmother, but she never comes to talk to her during lunch. Usually if something is wrong, she calls her into her office, alone.

"What's wrong?" Santana asks Aunt Emily, concerned when she approaches her table.

"Santana, I'm sorry." She stifles a sob, and wipes the escaped tears from her cheeks with her hands.

"You're scaring me, Emily, what happened?" She demands.

"San, it's about your dad and it's kind of private, so can we go back to my office?" she asks softly.

"No, I want to know now." She demands stubbornly.

"Are you sure, because –"

"Yes, I'm sure. Just stop blubbering and tell me already!" Santana knows she shouldn't be talking to her like this, but she needs to know what she's crying about this absolute second or else she swears she will –

"He's dead." Those words stopped me cold.

"Very funny; you almost had me going there for a second!" she forces a laugh.

"San, this isn't a joke. He was in a fatal car crash that killed him instantly. He's gone, sweetie."

"There's no way he's gone. He's the only family that I've got! Emily this is not funny!" The Latina says even though she knows it's not. She willed the whole situation to be some kind of sick, twisted joke that somebody thought would be funny. But deep down she knows that it's not.

"I know, sweetie but its true. He's gone." The whole cafeteria (including Santana's table) is silent from shock.

"He can't be dead. He can't be dead!" She whispers to herself. She feels tears gather up in her eyes and spill down her flushed cheeks. She starts to sob loudly, and everyone in the cafeteria is staring at her. Santana doesn't care what they think. She just found out her Dad died in a fucking car crash, she should be allowed to cry.

She runs out of the cafeteria, with her tears flowing freely and Aunt Emily running after her. She just keeps running and running and running. She doesn't know why she's running but she keeps doing it. Santana runs out the front doors of her school and onto the sidewalk. She doesn't get very far until she gets tired and stops.
The tears are still coming, and so are the sobs. Emily catches up to the Latina and wraps her into a huge hug.

"I know, sweetie, I know." She consoles.

"I-I-I, Emily, I –"

And then she blacks out.

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