Love the responses I got for this story so I just had to update. Hope this Chapter doesn't disappoint and this is just a chapter to get the point of the plot through for further chapters. It has a bit of BrittBerry in but Brittany doesn't have to stay around if you don't want her to.
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SANTANA (POV)
I watched as Rachel sat down. Flattening out her skirt and pulling down her sweater. It probably didn't register her mind that someone could have seen that bruise but maybe she didn't know it was there. I had noticed a change in Berry lately, for one she was getting skinnier and would hide away usually and not speak to anyone. She would push everyone away, much like I did. But I had a reason.
My parents weren't well...accepting of me as much. But if you tell anyone that I will cut you. They never have been accepting. They kicked my brother out when he was sixteen. They never spoke about him anymore, he was just a piece of dust in their eyes.
I folded my legs and pretended to listen. My mind kept going back to Brittany. Luckily she wasn't in any of my classes until glee club. Well that was good, because I could just skip glee club if I want and then I won't have to see her all day.
I was so scared about what would happen when my parents found out about me and her. I would probably turn into my brother. Abandoned.
So now I just had to hide who I was from them. Because if they kicked me out, where would I go?
RING!
That was the bell. Where did the time go. I sigh as I collect my things and drag myself out of the room. I pass Rachel on the way, and don't think I didn't notice the way her body stiffened when I did. Did she think I was going to kill her or something?
"What Berry?"
"Huh?" Rachel looked up and I could see evident fear in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow "Stop looking like I'm about to bite you" I said, and just because I'm mean I jumped in her face and made a bite noise like a dog did when he was about to bite you. She jumped back and I enjoyed a laugh. She didn't look too amused though.
"I don't get what you get out of being mean to me" she said grumpily as she collected her books and held them to her chest.
"Entertainment" I answered "Now what was that bruise on your back and cheek?" I asked now that I was here, I didn't want to public talk to her again so might as well do it now "Oh, that's just when I fell in my dance class, it's healing though as you probably...saw" she mumbled the last part and stepped around me and walked out.
This was odd. Usually I did the walking away and avoiding.
"Just remember where I stand Berry" I reminded her as I walked in front and overtook her "And just remember where you do too"
The rest of the day I avoided Brittany, and Rachel avoided me. I don't know what the hell is up with her but I shouldn't really care. She was just a selfish broadway diva who probably had the best life out of all of us, I don't see why I have to be nice to her.
So a few hours later here I was. Being in glee club bored as ever. We were doing some dance routine and Rachel was between me and Finn. But when Finn lifted a hand, I noticed a obvious squeak Rachel made and ducked. That made Finn stop. The piano guy stopped and Mr Shue to ask "Is everything alright?"
I looked at Rachel. I could barely make out Tina mutter "Drama queen" but i ignored her like I usually do. Usually I would ignore Berry too but it was an obvious squeak. I wondered why I was just noticing this, although I was noticing Rachel was coming to after-school rehearsals now, not like she needed it as these steps she had learnt since she was 'four years old' but it had only been two days since we last talked.
Two days earlier...
RACHEL (POV)
Keeping my head high away from all the insults I got I was use to. Walking home to an empty silent house I was not. Even after these weeks I was still broken as ever. I avoided people and just came straight home. Now though I go to Glee Club again, I told Mr Shue I couldn't make it all the other times because it was just another hour to wait for a empty home. And I usually went before all of this happened just to avoid my mother and her boyfriend, I even stayed after and learnt all the dance steps, but when people ask I just say I learnt them when I was four.
This time though when I turned the key and walked in. It wasn't an empty house like it usually was. I could feel someone else's presences. And a part of me thought Mom! My mom! She was home. I was angry with her but she came back.
It wasn't her I saw on the sofa. It was a man with his back was to me but he turned around when he heard me come through and smiled his crooked teeth.
It was him.
And you know how that would turn out.
Present
SANTANA (POV)
I watched as Berry moved further and further from Finn until she was nearly pressed up against me.
"You were going to hit me" she stated, her voice shaking and pointing a finger accusingly "Did she put you up to that?" she yelled looking at Quinn "Do you both really want to punch me so badly?" she accused.
"No, Rachel I would never" Finn tried to reassure her as he took a step closer "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there"
"Because you're so short" I add. Rachel turns around to me and I can't explain what she looks like. All I can explain is that she has a cut lip and more makeup on. But it's also a look that I haven't seen etched on her features before. It looks like a brick wall. Like she had built a brick wall around herself.
"You stay out of this Santana" she yelled "All of you just stay away from me!" she growled as she stormed off. Everyone watched her concerned. And Mr Shue just looked confused "Should I go after her?" he asked us. Even though he was the teacher.
"If she's gone into the bathroom you can't" Mercedes stated "Maybe I should go" she decided looking around to see if anyone wanted to approve or argue. She got nothing but scattered mumbles from the others but Mr Shue stopped her "Mercedes, I think you should work on your steps a bit more" he advised.
"Are you serous now?" Mercedes rounded on him.
"Don't take this personally" he said "But I need someone who knows already what they are doing so it would be okay for them to miss out" he said. I snort. Wheezy looks like she's about to burst and I could almost see the steam coming out of her nostrils.
"How about we just give her some time" I suggested "She's obviously gone all loopy" I stated.
"Santana" Mr Shue sighed "We're suppose to care about each other in here" he scolded me "Looks whose talking" I snap back.
"Last chance, one more comment and you're out of here" he warned.
"Oh so you let Rachel walk out?" I asked him. He ignores me and we carry on rehearsing. He picks bizarre moments to stick up and not to stick up for certain members. If you asked my opinion he was as bad as a glee club director then a spanish teacher. I just run a finger through my hair and watch Finn go up to Mr Shue and beg him to send someone after Rachel to make sure she was okay.
"Finn, I'm sure she's fine" Quinn told him "She was just being dramatic and paranoid about us, like she is worth breaking a nail on" she sneered.
"She must have got that idea from somewhere" he said.
He had a point.
And then it hit me.
"Brittany? I need you to do something" I said as I walked over to my blond secret girlfriend. She smiled at me and nodded "Yeah San?" she walks closer to me and presses our nose together "Do you need me to rub your shoulders again?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I need you to go after Rachel"
"Really? Yes! I wanted to but I thought you wouldn't let me" she admits. I smiled sadly "Don't let me tell you what to do and not to do Britt" I told her. She nodded, told Mr Shue and walked out.
When she comes back I can get my answers. I know something is going on with these bruises and I'm not going to pretend I can't see it no more. I can't pretend I don't actually care when I kinda do. If someone is hurting her, like a Jock or Cheerio or something, as most popular girl in glee club it's my job to protect the little gleeks. Even the most annoyingly loud small one.
RACHEL POV
"Whoever you are just go away" I shout when I hear someone come in after me. I was sitting on the toilets floor, replaying what all had happened last night. Why had he come back, and where was my mother? I was still abandoned. He wasn't my dad. This wasn't father and daughter abuse. This was just abuse towards strangers. I didn't know him, all I know was what he saw when he saw my mother that day at the club. She was an easy target with a daughter, all men like that would so go to that.
If I had my phone I would call the police. He took my phone away though and he threatened I say nothing about this to anyone, otherwise...he left his threat unfinished just for effect.
"Rachel?" It was Brittany. Why oh why did they have to send the most innocent girl in here after me? She bent down in front of me and asked me "What's wrong?" so sweetly and softly. She brushed a piece of hair out of my face and told me "You have a cut on your face"
"I know" I answered.
"How?" she questioned.
"I...nothing Brittany, go back to glee club, tell Mr Shue I'm..going to the nurse" I didn't want to say home in case she thought of following me. I moved around her and looked behind me to make sure she wasn't following me. I just needed to be on my own right now.
"Rachel wait!" she said as she grabbed my wrist. I hissed in pain and she immediately dropped her hand but took hold of my arm, before I could stop her she looked at my wrist. And her blue innocent eyes turned angry as I've ever seen them on her.
"Who did this to you?" she demanded very non-Birttany like. She had seen the handprint on my arm now, I looked up through shakily, what would sweet Brittany do? She would tell her cat. But what would angry Brittany do? She would tell her lion. Santana Lopez.
"Brittany you can't tell anyone about this" I begged her. I pulled out from her grasp and tried to run. But I felt arms around me and turn me around, suddenly I wasn't on the ground no more, I was up in her arms.
"Brittany put me down please" I say and she does put me back on the counter "Wow Rachel you're so light and tiny!" she gasped "Now show me any other bruises you have on you and I know when you lie, you're voice goes all squeaky and like"
"It does not" of course my voice had to squeak right then. What a cliche.
"Do you have any more?"
I looked into her eyes and debated on lying "Please don't tell Santana" I told her.
"But San can help" she tried to convince me. I cut her off "Brittany if I show you you can't tell her, she will use this against me for the rest of my life and plus she already knows some of it" I admitted.
"What! She knew and didn't tell me?" Brittany yelled.
"I told her I fell in dance class" I told her. Brittany did a very Cheerio move of raising an eyebrow "She knows you're lying, we're in the same dance class after all and I would have told her"
"Then she doesn't care" I shrugged.
"She does, she just doesn't show it, but she does, and she has lots of layers people don't know about that make her who she is" then she stopped and got an idea "An eye for an eye" she said.
"A what?"
"I tell her this and you can know something about her" Brittany explained.
"What?" I challenged crossing my arms "Nothing can-"
"San is gay, and she's my girlfriend, there! Can we tell her now so she can beat up whoever did this to you?" I laughed seeing this side of Brittany but then turned serious "Santana is actually gay, and you're actually dating?"
"Yeah, that's probably why she's been a bit angry, her parents aren't-" she stopped herself and then continued "-very accepting"
I nodded "Wow, so the s word is dating"
"S? Are you talking about Santana?"
"No the s word?"
"Essex?"
I bite the inside of my cheek "Never mind" I sigh as I shook my head. Maybe only someone like Brittany can bring out the heart of the HBIC.
"You have to let me tell San now" Brittany ordered crossing her arms in front of me and looking very scary.
"What would you do if I said no?" I asked riskily.
And suddenly I'm swept off the counter faster then I can blink. There's my answer.
