Author's Note: Obviously I don't own Glee. I wish. But this is something that just kind of came to me when I was sitting in my math class this summer. I was really bored so I just started writing, and it actually is written in cursive and print on pieces of loose leaf. I'm pretty sure people actually thought I was crazy if they saw it. But hopefully you enjoy!

*written on pieces of paper during a college math lecture*

Hola! Me llamo Riley. Como te llamas?

Me llamo Santana. Tue res una Mexicana?

No, pero conozco que tu habla espanol. Vivo en tu dormitorio a la derecho de tus.

You aren't very good at Spanish chica.

Hey! I was just trying to find a way to start a conversation with you. I spent all night googling how to say that!

Well google lied to you. ;)

How rude of Google! The internet should always tell the truth!

Riiiight…the internet is one of the most truthful places ever. Why do you write in cursive?

Why do you not?

Touche. So why did you want to talk to me so badly?

You intrigue me.

Oh my god – you talk like Rachel Berry.

Oddly enough, I actually know her.

What! How the hell do you know man-hands?

That's not a very nice nickname for someone you go to school with.

Don't you mean went to school with?

No.

WHAT? Berry is supposed to be at NYADA.

Yes I am also aware of that. She decided to come here to NYU instead while she was here this summer.

How the hell do you know all this?

Simple. She's my roommate.

BERRY LIVES NEXT TO ME AND I DIDN'T KNOW FOR A MONTH?

She said she didn't want to bother you because you'd be mean 'cause Brittany wasn't here to calm you.

She what?

Did she say something wrong?

What did she say to you about Brittany.

That she was your gf back in Lima. She didn't know if you two were still together or not since you left.

We're not. She broke up with me because I was gone and got back with her ex-bf.

Oh. So she's not gay like you are? She's just bi-sexual.

I'm not gay.

That's not what Rachel said.

Well Berry should learn to keep her mouth shut.

You're oddly defensive.

Wouldn't you be?

No, but that might be because I'm actually gay.

Is it weird that I read your hand writing in a British accent?

You're avoiding that question.

What question?

The question of your sexuality.

Since when was that a question?

Since you said you weren't gay after you just told me your girlfriend dumped you.

Why are you asking me all these things anyway? Does Berry want this paper? Are you playing me?

You can keep this paper if you'd like Santana. I'm asking because I'm interested. I can help you deal with this in college. I'm sure you're scared because you have to make new friends.

How are you okay with being so open about it?

Well, did you know I was gay the first time you saw me?

No, of course not.

Exactly, you only knew because I told you. You can make new friends without them knowing. They only have to know if you tell them. You'll make friends as long as you don't limit yourself. You're a pretty amazing person Santana, and I only know that from what I've seen and what Rachel has told me. If you ever want to talk more, you know where I live.

How are you so amazing with all of this? You're so wise…it's almost like you've gone through all of this before.

I did. It's this really crappy place called high school. You went to a public school, I went to an all-girls, private, catholic school. I was outed my sophomore year, and not by choice. I managed to get everyone to forget, but then it happened again my senior year and that time…there was evidence. It sucked. I wasn't allowed to go to my senior prom or walk at my graduation. My dad…well his reaction was…the worst, to put it lightly. But you don't want to know about that.

Riley, that sounds terrible.

It was. But don't worry about it. It's part of my past, I don't really like to dwell on it too much anymore. I spent about a month in a psychiatric hospital and moved out here a little while later. I lived with my aunt and uncle up in New Haven before moving into the dorm.

My friend Quinn goes to Yale in New Haven.

Yes I know that too. She Skype's with Rachel almost every day.

They would. Why were you in a psychiatric hospital?

I tried to kill myself.

WHAT? WHY? :'(

Because of what my father did. I already said that.

But you didn't say what he did.

Well he had been beating me ever since my mom died and sister left for UCLA, and when he found out that I was gay…well he upped the stakes…he raped me.

Holy…Riley! Oh god…I'm…I'm so sorry…that…I don't even know what to say.

Seriously, don't worry about it. It's in my past, I don't want it to affect anything with us. I don't want a pity friend. Oh, and Rachel doesn't know yet, so please don't tell her. I'm begging you.

Don't worry. I would never do that to anyone. Let alone you. Why are you telling me all this?

Honestly? I don't even know. You just…I can talk to you. I feel…well I'm attracted to you. I'm sure you could guess that by this point, and I've been watching you. Not creepily, just curiously. Don't hate me for this. Rachel said you don't like feelings and I've definitely put a lot on you today…

Rachel should mind her own damn business.

I'll pass along the message.

I'm flattered you like me. But Riley, I'm not gay.

Ok Santana.

That doesn't really sound like you believe me.

Maybe that's because I don't. You need to stop hiding/denying who you are. It's only going to hurt you in the long run.

Don't try to tell me how to live my life.

I'm not doing anything of the sort Santana.

It certainly feels that way to me.

Well than I apologize.

Good.

Have a good rest of the day San.

Yeah…you too.

Author's Note: Reviews? Pretty please? They make me happy and are like sunshine and rainbows! :) Okay great!