Disclaimer: I own nothing but my imagination and writing.
This is not following the programme and AU in one respect, please give it a go, it was on my mind and wouldn't give in until I wrote it.
Santana didn't even know how it had ended like this. She was thoroughly confused and the more she thought of it, the more she was getting upset.
'Mr Schue...?' She asked uncertainly as he walked through her house, picking up her clothes that were scattered everywhere. He turned to her when she called his name.
'Yes Santana?' He asked softly, but his face was calm, too calm.
'You don't have to be here. Honestly...I'm fine. I'm used to it.' She replied coolly, keeping her mask up despite the fact her knees were shaking and her face was blotchy.
'I'm sure you can Santana, but right now you need help and I'm so angry that you haven't sought help sooner...from me or anyone.' He replied walking towards her sadly.
'No...No don't do that. Don't come near me...no. Get out of my house.' she started to stutter and shake but Will carried on and held his arms out until he had her in a tight embrace. 'Shhh Santana it's ok. Shhh.' she cried into his chest, giving up to the comfort for a brief moment.
'No it's not alright, I'm strong. I'm the head Bitch I don't cry...I don't cry.' She sobbed brokenly, the tears pouring from her eyes betraying her words.
Mr Schue stroked up and down her back softly and ignored the Latina's insistent complaints that she was fine. Her small body shook against him with bone shuddering sobs and Mr Schue felt the hard lump in his throat rising, the onsets of tears scarily close.
It had gone like this. Santana since the age of seven had lived alone. Publically and legally the world assumed her father was continuously at home, but this was in fact not the case. The truth was, her father worked abroad and away for over half the year, leaving young Santana on her own. He paid all the electric and gas bills and had food delivered regularly to keep his daughter kept, but this was all easily done over the phone or internet, he never had to be there.
Santana didn't know any different, until she grew older and began to get lonelier, building walls and blocks around her heart to stop the ache. Santana never knew her mum.
Recently, due to her rising depression and lack of ability to cope with all the emotions storming through her body, Santana had finally cracked, during a particularly nasty cold, Brittany busy with Artie and having no telly due to a storm, Santana finally let go of her mask; and cried. She cried until her eyes felt like they were going to burn through her skull and melt.
Mr Schue had recently given the Glee kids his number in case they were ever in need of help, and being the only person she could rely on at that particular moment, she phoned him.
'Mr Schue? It's me...S...Santana.' She cried weakly into the handset.
'Santana? What's wrong, what's happened, where are you?' Mr Schue asked worriedly.
'I'm at home. I'm fine.' She reassured quickly before taking in a shuddery breath.
'Yeah, well that's good.' Mr Schue soothed, 'But how about I come over anyway, would that be good?' He continued, with the feeling that that was what Santana wanted to hear.
'Yes please.' She whimpered, hanging up almost instantly.
When he arrived, swiftly 10 minutes later, she had panicked, tried to shut the door on him, but he could see the distress she was under. He forced his way through gently and forced her to accept his hug.
They were in the same hug for about 20 minutes, until Santana had cried herself to sleep in her Glee teachers arms.
Mr Schue took in a shuddery sigh, physically worn out by the night's event. He had never felt more useless then he did then, holding the sleeping Latina in his arms. He carefully hooked his arm under her knees and the other across her back, lifting her easily with little effort into his arms. He walked towards the only door that was open, to the glowing colours of a typical girl's bedroom in the small apartment in Lima heights adjacent.
Santana's room was beautiful really, dark walls with splashes of colour and a big bed, strewn with pillows and cushions and teddies.
He laid her softly on one side of the bed, and pulled the covers down on the empty side.
Debating for a full silent five minutes, he decided it better to make it more comfortable for the girl to sleep. She was dressed in soft trousers and a t-shirt and with big socks on. Holding his breath in fear of waking her, he pulled of her big socks off, revealing her tiny pink tipped toes. Then, even more fearfully, he gripped her trousers around the thighs and pulled slowly, eventually sliding the soft trousers off, leaving the young Latina in her t-shirt and white cotton knickers. He swiftly covered her in the covers, feeling lecherous in revealing her legs whilst she was unconscious.
She let out a soft whimper and Mr Schue's heart went out to the girl. He made a decision there and then to become the surrogate she so desperately needed. Not that he knew the details yet, but he realised she was alone and that was enough for him to step in.
He laid a shaky hand atop her black hair and soothed whispery nonsense for a while until she calmed into a deep sleep once more.
He left the room, and collapsed on the sofa to think it all over.
...
Santana awoke to a roaring headache and painful eyes.
She groaned loudly and rolled over to hopefully fall back asleep. However, when she heard the sound of cooking from the kitchen and the sudden memory of last night flashed through her mind she sat bolt upright.
'Oh god.' She gasped quietly, before climbing out of bed and walking towards the sounds of cooking.
Mr Schue was jostling with a frying pan and pouring what looked like pancake mix from a jug with his other. Santana smiled.
That was when Mr Schue noticed her.
'Good morning Santana.' He spoke lightly, hoping not to startle her. She didn't lose her smile, but felt suddenly warmer, like she had awoke to another world. She would put up with this dream for now.
'Hello.' She replied playing with the hem of her t-shirt. Will's eyes travelled over her skinny frame, smiling in his mind that he had chosen pancakes.
Santana followed his eyes, blushing only slightly when she realized her state of undress before shrugging. She was young, this was acceptable.
'What are you cooking?' She asked, coming to seat on the breakfast stool opposite the cooker, the cooker and counter splitting them apart.
'Pancakes with syrup and I also went out and bought some fresh fruit, some juice and...' He paused for effect, 'Chocolate.' He smiled, knowing of course it was bad to feed her sugary stuff but didn't rightly care at that moment. 'Of course, the chocolate's not for now, just whenever you want it.' He added.
She smiled widely at him, rolling her eyes at his strange behaviour, feeling odd but happy that he was in her house.
'I also picked up some flu and cold medicine.' He said, turning, getting a glass of water and placing two tablets in front of her.
She took them happily.
'Do...do you want some coffee?' She asked but smiled when he looked at her with encouraging eyes.
'Yes, but I've already made us some.' He said, placing a cup in front of her too.
'Mr Schue not that I don't appreciate this, but why are you here? You didn't have to stay; I was being stupid last night.' She said coming to her senses once more, unable to stay in this imaginary world of happiness anymore.
'Because we both know you need someone and that last night was you asking for help, finally. I don't want hear another word about it.' He said and his voice was laced thickly with authority. It was the first time ever Santana had heard him talk like that, and it was enough for her not to argue back, nearly anyway.
'Mr Schue come off it.' She joked when he suddenly barked. 'Not a word.' He ordered and she looked away, one half pleased someone was here to take control of the situation other than her; the other half however was just pissed.
They ate happily in silence and Santana kept shooting glances at her glee teacher every other second.
'Mr Schue I'm not coming in today.' She edged when they had finished.
'Yes you are. Go get ready. Don't worry I'll be coming back tonight with you.' He replied and smiled to himself when she shrugged and turned towards the bathroom.
He packed some more medication in his bag for when she needed them and quickly waltzed around her room to pack up her books and pen into her backpack. For a scary but wonderful brief second, Mr Schue let himself believe it was his daughter in the other room and he was doing the normal school morning routine. He quickly shook the thought from his mind.
The day would be the start of something new.
Chapter two coming soon, let me know what you think please?