DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! :)

"Santana get your ass down here!" Santana winces and hurries down the stairs, preparing for the worst.

"Yes, papi?" she asks.

"Why aren't you down here yet?! You're going to be late for school!"

"I'm sorry, papi. I was just-"

"Just what?! Doing your make-up so you can continue your role as the school slut?! And so you can impress your dyke friends?!" Santana's father interrupts.

"Hey! Don't talk about Quinn and Brittany that way!" Santana says, defending her best friends.

Santana's dad slaps her hard across the cheek and shoves her to the ground. Santana winces as she lands on her already braced wrist that she hurt the last time he did this.

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! I'M THE ONE Who GETS TO DO THE TALKING AROUND HERE! HELL YOU SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO TALK AT All WITH THE LIFESTYLE YOU CHOSE TO LIVE!"

"I didn't choose it, papi." Santana mutters, even though she knows it won't convince him.

"I don't fucking care if you chose it or not, Santana. You're still a dyke either way. Now get out of my house, I'm tired of seeing your face!" he shouts at her.

Santana quivers, grabs her school bag, and runs out the front door. She gets into her car and inspects her still stinging cheek. Its red and will probably still be that way when she gets to school. Her wrist and her head is pounding. Her wrist from falling on it again, and her head because she hasn't had a full night of sleep in about a month.

"Dammit!" she shouts to herself.

This was not the first time her father had gotten violent. The first time was when he found out that she was gay.

*Flashback*

"Santana, what the hell was that?!" her father shouts from the living room. It was about a week since the commercial outing Santana started airing, but Santana's father had yet to see it. She silently prayed that he didn't just see what she thinks he did.

"What papi?" she asks while coming into the living room.

"I just saw a commercial that was promoting a campaign and you were in it. They said you're a lesbian."

"Um, I-I-" Santana stutters.

"So it's TRUE?!" he yells.

"Uh, yes, papi. I was going to tell you, but-"

"NO! SHUT UP! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO TALK!" he punches her in the jaw.

Santana is frozen with shock, fear, and pain. She knew her father was nowhere near nice, but he never hit her. Well, until now.

"Now get out of my sight! I can't stand to look at you anymore! You're a disgrace to this family, Santana. Your mom would've been utterly disgusted with you!" he yells. And with that, Santana runs up the stairs to her room and locks the door. She opens her window, jumps onto a sturdy tree branch, and climbs down. She goes to the one person's house that she knows won't tell anybody, and will accept her for who she is.

Not Quinn, she's probably with Brittany, and Brittany is way too naïve for what Santana has just went through.

Not Puck, he's probably off screwing some chick.

Rachel Berry.

I hope you liked it :) I'm still new to this writing fanfiction thing so please be nice :)