Hello everyone! Here's another one by me. I hope you like it. :)

Things for the glee club had quickly progressed from mildly uncomfortable to extra stressful within just a week. Kurt had been threatened and decided to switch schools after Karofsky was admitted back into school. They'd lost a friend and a valued member of New Directions. Things looked grim but Rachel Berry was known for her optimism so she would just put on a show face and take things in stride.

Things seemed normal when Rachel walked into school the next week but it felt off. Everyone was staring at her, some were laughing, but that was all a normal occurrence. There was something in the air though. Something just did not feel right.

She stayed positive though and widened her smile as far as she could as she made her way to her locker. She was determined to at the very least make things feel normal, but when she finally got to her locker her smile fell instantly.

Written across locker in big bold letters was the word FAG and beneath, held up by tape, was a picture that clearly showed her making out with another girl. Normally Rachel wouldn't care about people knowing she liked girls but after Kurt she was worried.

Unfortunately for her, her fears were proved correct when she turned to run and hide away in the choir room and was hit with slushie after slushie. After being soaked from head to toe in a disgusting multitude of purple, red, and green Rachel gently wiped the slush away from her eyes and slowly pried her eyes open.

When she was finally able to separate her eye lids what stood in front of her frightened her though she'd never let it show. The taunting smirk and slushies in his hand were enough to clue her into what he was about to do so in preparation she shut her eyes and mouth as tight as possible.

She'd been expecting the double slushie but what she wasn't expecting was being forcefully shoved into the lockers. Unfortunately for her, she'd instinctively put her hand out to break her fall but the blinding pain shooting through her wrist was definitely not what she expected.

Deciding to put the pain on the back burner she simply grits her teeth, picks herself up off the floor, grabbed her slushie kit, and quickly made her way to the bathrooms to clean up.

An hour later Rachel found herself sitting against the wall beside the risers, quietly crying to herself, and cradling her now swollen wrist. She was normally opposed to skipping class but with the state of pain she found herself in she could care less.

It wasn't until she heard the clearing of a throat that she noticed someone else was in the room with her. When she looked up she found Santana standing there with her arms crossed and her hip cocked to the side. "What do you want San?"

Santana narrowed her eyes at the small girl and took in her appearance. "I heard about what happened this morning."

Rachel laughed cynically as she gently wiped away a stray tear. "So, you've come to break up with me then? Being with the school loser lesbian too much for big badass Santana?"

"No, I came to see if you're alright but I can see you're not. What happened to your wrist?" Santana asked gently. She really only wanted to help even if it made her seem soft.

"I'm fine." Rachel said and pulled her arm closer to her.

Santana stepped forward until she was standing just in front of Rachel. "Clearly, you're not. I could see from across the room something was wrong with it. Now, I'm pretty sure it's broken."

Rachel sighed. She'd already known that. "What are you really doing here Santana?"

Santana let out a frustrated sigh. She would so be losing badass points. "Look, you're my girlfriend. It's my job to take care of you and that's what I'm trying to do so come the fuck on."

Rachel's browed furrowed as Santana grabbed her uninjured arm and gently helped her up. "Where are we going?"

Santana smirked slightly as she led Rachel out of the choir room and down the hall to a slightly unfamiliar room. Suddenly the door was opened and Santana led Rachel to a seat and said, "Coach Sylvester, we need to talk."

Sue sighed and threw her pen down on her desk. "What is it sandbags?"

"I'm sure you were made aware of the attack on Rachel Berry?" Santana asked.

"Get to your point Lopez."

"Honestly, I need a pass so I can take Berry to the hospital." Santana said simply. She didn't want to play any games.

Sue crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair with a smirk on her face. "Why would I give you that?"

Santana rolled her eyes and gently extracted Rachel's hand from where her other arm was cradling it to show Sue the swollen wrist. "Apparently she was pushed into the lockers by Karofsky and this is what happened. I think it's broken."

Sue paused in her writing. She'd already begun writing the excuse but upon hearing Karofsky she was stunned. "Karofsky did this?"

Santana nodded and accepted the excuse before starting to lead Rachel out of the classroom. "Thank you coach."

Santana and Rachel were sitting in a hospital room after getting x rays when Santana suddenly turned to the other girl. "I can't believe you're cheating on me. I know we decided to be on the dl but I didn't think that meant you were going to kiss other people and Quinn? Really?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes at Santana, having known that the Latina would get around to this. "You're the one that wanted to keep us a secret and for the last time, that wasn't me! Besides, even if it was me just because it was a blonde doesn't mean it was Quinn. It could have very easily been Brittany or any other blonde person so stop assuming, you know I hate that."

Santana scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "We both saw that damn picture! It sure as hell looked like you!"

Rachel growled slightly. "It wasn't me alright? I apologize for not having proper evidence as to who it was but I do not know. However, I do know that it was not me."

"Whatever." Santana said.

Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath before hopping off the hospital bed. "I'm leaving now. If you can't believe me when I say that I didn't cheat on you then I think we should have a little separation. I will see you tomorrow."

Santana's jaw dropped. "The fuck you are!"