DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Glee.

So, here's my first multichapter fic. I hope you like it... or at least don't rip your head off while reading it ;)

I'll take any suggestions...just please...review...or something lol

As Santana neared her locker, she heard the characteristic sounds of splashing and laughter coming from the other end of the hallway, letting her know that another loser had been slushied.

With a smirk adorning her sharp features, the Latina tilted her head to the left, searching with her gaze the unfortunate, probably, freshman freak.

Effectively, there, it stood the main aim of every jock and cheerio in McKinley High.

One Rachel Berry.

The girl was a freshman, her inexistent sense of fashion making her dive deep in slushy baths and taunts since her very first day at McKinley. Her two gay dads and incredible marks didn't help either, making her- to the rest of students, at least- an obnoxious know-it-all being whose only utility was being the main receiver of every frozen drink the popular kids decided to throw her way.

Santana couldn't help but feel slightly bad for the girl as she was slammed against a row of lockers by one of the huge hockey team members. The Head Cheerio observed the tiny brunette as she headed towards the nearest bathroom. Just when the girl arrived at the toilets, Santana felt a tug at her right arm, propelling her out of her thoughts by a cheerful looking Quinn Fabray.

"Ooh, Azimio and Stewart just made my day. I'm gonna have to make sure that I'm the one slushing the troll tomorrow, though. It's not fair that those two get all the fun."

"Of course not, Q" answered Santana, rolling her eyes and linking her pinky with Brittany's, leading them towards the first class of the day.

As their third period finished, meaning the beginning of lunch period, Santana was once again heading towards the cafeteria, while discussing with Brittany and Quinn why her name being Santana didn't really mean that she was Satan's daughter.

"But San, you're always being really mean with everyone but Q and me."

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean that I'm Satan's daughter, Britts"

"Of course not. It just means that you're a repressed angel who was kidnapped by Coach Sylvester when you were in your demon's-I mean, mother's womb " laughed Quinn.

"Oh, now I get it, preggo, you're fucking hilarious"

"Then…" Brittany trailed off. Santana sighed softly. She seriously loved her friends, but since all the Baby Gate drama, the on-off relationship between Quinn and Finn, Brittany and her girlfriend from their rival Cheerio's High School team, Quinn, and by extension Santana, had been extremely tense. They had been trying to ease the tension by teasing each other at astronomic levels.

"Then, my mother's called Maribel Lopez, my father's called Armando Lopez- not Satan-, and Quinn' s a fucking jealous bitch"

While the two shorter cheerios laughed profusely at their special kind of PDA, the giddiest one stopped suddenly, forcing the other two to do the same.

"What's up, B?" asked Santana, looking at her wrist clock to gauge how much time they had left for lunch.

"Don't you hear that?" said Brittany, ignoring completely Santana's question "I hear someone singing"

"Come on Britts, tons of people sing at this time of the day. I bet it's just some Glee loser who doesn't want to eat at the cafeteria in fear of an Epic Slushy Bath" said Quinn, giggling a little at the end of her statement, making Santana roll her eyes, smirking a little. Even though she was hungry, she never let the opportunity to troll Quinn go to waste.

"Oh, I can hear it too B. Why don't we investigate it?" said the Latina in a giddy voice, sending a pointed mocking glare at Quinn. Just when she was going to turn around and confess the joke, she heard it. She should have been more shocked when Brittany and Quinn disappeared, or when her feet stayed anchored at the floor, or when she started feeling her head fill with a feminine voice that wasn't hers. At all.

"Fuck. I forgot that I had an appointment with Ms. Pillsbury at lunchtime" snapped Santana, startling her friends.

"What? What is the appointment about?" asked a surprised Quinn. It was no secret that Santana loathed every teacher at their school, from their moron Mr. Schuester to the adorable Mrs. Wilson. It was shocking that she had even considered having to spend some alone time with their lemur teacher.

"Pss, about some anger management shit" said the cheerio, resting it importance with a movement of her hand and a shake of her head. "See ya later, bitches" dismissed them the tanner girl, heading towards Ms. Pillsbury's office. She couldn't help but laugh in her head when she heard Brittany asking her blonde friend if they could adopt whoever was singing in the auditorium and call them 'Voldeduck'. The Latina continued walking till she turned a corner, and waited for her friends to get completely out of her sight and into the cafeteria. When she was sure that no one else was in the hallway, the girl straightened herself and headed towards the big black doors of the auditorium, which were closed, with the hope that they were unlocked, and she would be able to see the mysterious person behind the powerful, and definitely feminine voice.

Once she arrived at the doors, the tan girl took the doorknob, looking nervously from side to side, making sure that no one was spying her o passing accidentally by. As she silently and cautiously opened the door, a new wave of sound flooded her ears. Without restriction of any kind, the music entered effortlessly her ears, filling her head with the most wonderful sound she had ever heard. Slowly, the girl approached the stage, the darkness covering her body, the only illumination in the big room a spotlight pointed to a tiny being filling the whole stage with their presence. Her presence.

Soon, Santana was standing in the space between seats at the first row of seats, her eyes never leaving the source of the wonderful sound.

There, belting out what Santana labeled as a very personalized cover of 'Beautiful', stood none other than Rachel Berry. The Rachel Berry.

The way Rachel was barely moving on the stage but still she managed to fill it, made Santana smile like an idiot. Truly, she had never seen something so… real and emotive. There she was, Rachel Berry, this little being who had been in their school barely two months and had been teased since her very first day, expressing how she truly felt. Or wanted to feel. Because she didn't seem to be happy. At all.

For a moment, Santana thought that the singer had looked her way, but soon got rid of that idea, it having being almost impossible.

The flabbergasted cheerleader had swiftly recognized the song, and knew that that one wasn't the one she had heard in the hallway just a few minutes prior. But that didn't matter anymore when Rachel belted out the highest note in the song, leaving her open- mouthed. Because, how could such a big voice come out from such a tiny body? As the song got to an end, the Latina found herself smiling like a fool, with her eyes shimmering- damn allergies, no doubt about it- , and an unbearable desire to gather the little girl in her arms and hold her. Hold her forever, caressing her undoubtedly soft skin.

However, the cheerio was brought back to reality when her mind processed the tears that were falling from the Jewish girl's eyes, and the soft sobs the small girl was uttering. Not knowing what to do, her first instinct was to run away. Join Quinn and Brittany in the cafeteria, leaving the unpopular girl there, alone in the auditorium's stage to fend on her own. Because, who was that girl to Santana? They weren't friends. Damn, they weren't even acquaintances. Santana was Rachel's tormentor. That is how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to stay in character. Even if they had to pretend. And as Santana saw Rachel falling to the ground a sobbing mess, that is what she decided to do. Pretend. Silently, she left the auditorium and a broken Rachel Berry behind.