She was in seventh grade the first time someone called her fat. To her face, at least. She'd always heard them say it behind her back, their quiet and cruel whispers resounding in her ears. Santana wasn't fragile. She never had been. It just wasn't in her blood. But this was different, because it was coming from him.

Noah Puckerman.

Even at twelve, he was beautiful. Not to mention popular, and a total bad ass. All of the things she knew she needed. Her breath caught in her throat whenever he walked by, and she could barely keep her cool when he was in the same room as her. And deep down, she thinks she may have loved him back then. But he'd never notice her. Or so she thought.

"You're in my math class, right?" Santana froze on the spot. She knew that voice like she knew the back of her very own hand. Her mouth instantly became dry, so she merely nodded a 'yes' in his direction. She crossed her arms over her chest as she spoke, feeling more self concious than ever. With her food spread out on the table in plain view, she mentally slapped herself for packing that extra brownie. What if he saw?

"Do you think you could help me?" He was smiling down at her, and she couldn't help but return the grin as he sat down next to her.

She moved her food over to the side as he spread out his binder.

"What's the problem?" Santana asked, trying her best to remain calm and keep her voice at a reasonable octave. She looked at his paper, but he moved it away.

"Well.. here's the thing." He started, a smug smile on his face. She listened intently, dying to take in every word so that she could help him in any way at all. "I don't really understand it. I think I need to pay attention more."

Puck laughed, making her do the same. She couldn't believe her luck. She was having an actual conversation with him. They were laughing at the same thing. She noticed his elbow brush his pencil off the table, but she didn't think anything of it.

"Could you get that?" He asked, and of course she did. Leaning over, her stomach lurched. He gave her butterflies, and she was more than excited that this could be the start of a friendship. Maybe even a relationship.

And then she felt something else. But it wasn't on the inside. Her hair was wet. She could tell. Still looking at the ground, she noticed the chocolately liquid dripping from her head down onto the floor. She felt sick again, but this time in a bad way.

Santana was afraid to look up.

When she finally did, the tears were already in her eyes. He was still sitting there, with that same damn smile on his face. But this time, he had a carton of milk in his hand.

"Got milk?" He asked, standing up. And it wasn't even funny or clever but of course everyone laughed, because they were in middle school.

She closed her eyes, wishing that she could be anywhere but that cafeteria, sitting alone. She wished that Brit hadn't been out sick that day so at least she'd have someone to make it better. But most of all, she wished she didn't exist. That she wasn't born. And no one should ever think that about themselves.

Santana watched as Puck made his way back to his friends, earning high-fives and hoots of approval. She even saw one of them hand him a ten-dollar bill.

And then she saw Finn. Puck's best friend. He wasn't laughing. Not even smiling. He looked sad, like someone just ran over his dog or took away his spot on the basketball team. He was staring right at her.

She was shaken out of her thoughts when the lunch bell rang, and one by one people began to file out into the hallway.

She couldn't move. She could taste the milk mixing with her tears and she felt like she was going to puke.

When she looked up again, Finn was by her side. He didn't say anything, just hovered over her for a moment.

"Don't talk to her, dude." There was that voice again. That perfect voice. "She's just some stupid fat chick." And he walked away.

But Finn didn't leave. Not right away. He placed a few napkins on the table in front of her, and she could've sworn she heard him mumble "I'm sorry."

Santana thought that just maybe, the sound of her heart breaking was louder than the laughter around her.

And that was the day that she vowed to break Noah Puckerman's heart the way he'd broken hers.

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I know this is really short. But I promise the chapters will get longer as we go along. I know Santana's out of character, but she'll get back into it, don't worry. Review! Tell me what you think. Make predictions.