Chapter 2: and it all came tumbling down

As the eighth period bell rang dismissing them, Santana felt some of the nerves creep back up. All she had left was glee club and then she could leave and sulk in her room all weekend.

But glee club meant Brittany, and Brittany meant awkward silence, and with Brittany also came hot wheels. Oh how she hates him.

'Please God give me strength,' she thought fervently as she turned into the choir room and took her usual spot next to Sam. He shot her his big lipped smile and turned back around to talk to Mike about Call of Duty. She rolled her eyes playfully at some of the insanity coming from the two of them. Mercedes walked in and sat at her other side and tossed her a friendly smile. Santana offered one of her own before directing her attention to the front of the room.

Not everyone in this room was completely intolerable. Just most of them.

The longer she sat the more her stomach twisted and turned like someone had thrown it into a blender. She was almost thankful that Mr. Schue walked in when he did and started rambling about regionals.

"Today will be a choreography day!" he announced annoyingly chipper. Perfect, Santana's thought grimly. As she stood up to make her way down front her stomach heaved and her knees buckled causing her to stumble a few steps and into Rachel's shoulder.

"Santana!" she gasped haughtily, "I would advise you to watch where you're going or you could be a cause of bodily harm for not only yourself but your peers as well. Its extremely selfish and quite frankly just plain rude. I know not all of us can be as graceful as I am-"

"Imma stop you right there hobbit," Santana growled lowly and took a step towards the shorter girl who cowered immediately, "talk to me again and I will personally introduce my fist to your astonishingly large nose, clear?"

"That is highly inappro-!"

"Three seconds before I kick your tiny ass back to the shire," Santana cut in.

She was not in the mood for her crap or her long winded pointless speeches. Rachel nodded her head slowly before scurrying off to line up beside Quinn who was giving her a curious look. She chose to ignore it. That was another rocky relationship she didn't want to worry about right now.

"Alright guys!" Mr. Schue said, "five six seven eight!" Brad started playing the opening notes to the first song on the set list. The dance was relatively easy, it was absolutely nothing compared to cheerios, but the day had taken its toll on her, and her stomach ached worse than ever.

"Stop, stop!" Mr. Schue called out for what seemed like the fiftieth time, "What is wrong with you guys today? Come on let's do this right!" The music started again and the room began to spin before she could even take the first step.

Across the room she saw long legs give out and the room let out a collective gasp. Brittany fell. Brittany never falls, especially not while dancing. And then everything became too much, Santana's knees hit the floor and the room started going dark. She could hear voices around her some panicking and some in a similar state of pain. The last thing that crossed her mind before she blacked out was her hoping vehemently that Brittany was ok.

When she woke up she was still in the choir room on top of Brittany. She groaned and shifted off the now coherent blond and covered her face with her hands. "What just happened?" Brittany asked groggily, slowly beginning to sit up. Everything was quiet for a few minutes before Brittany spoke again "Um, San?" she asked hesitantly,

"Yeah?" she replied still on the floor. That fall had done quite the number to the back of her head.

"Where is everybody?" Santana looked around to see she was right. Surely they wouldn't have just left them there, right? She looked around the room and noticed the room seemed mustier, and there were definitely more trophies than she last remembered.

She was about to voice her thoughts when, "Hey! what are you guys still doing here?" from their spot on the ground they could see a man dressed in a janitorial staff suit. "Well?" he asked expectantly.

"Uh s-sorry we just had uh glee practice," Santana forced out. "Ok, well I'm lockin up. You ladies better head home." he smiled and offered them an awkward wave before grabbing his push trash can and leaving them alone again.

"Come on Britt I'll take you home," Santana sighed and stood up. All traces of earlier's stomach ache seemingly had disappeared.

"K, thanks San," they walked out the choir room door and past the teachers lounge that was still lit. They paused uneasily when they heard a voice echo out through the hallways

"Yes I'll pick it up on the way back... yeah... yeah... you know we're leaving in a few hours right? K tell Nic she's got round one I need a nap before I'm fit to drive anywhere... I know, love you too dork... bye!" the pair stood a bit away from the door, listening to the apparent phone conversation transpire. That voice, Santana thought, it sounded so familiar. There was a beat of silence before the decidedly female voice spoke again, "Thanks for meeting up with us Schue it really meant a lot to us!"

She heard a lower chuckle emanate from the room, "Anything for some of my favorite former students!" they could hear their teacher reply. So Schue was still here? Why didn't he wake them up or make sure they were ok? Where's everybody else? What's going on? "I'm just gonna stay and clean up you go on," the man said.

"You sure?" the other voice asked "I totally wouldn't mind, it'd only take a few minutes"

"Positive," Schue replied, "Go be with you're family, don't take to long to visit again though! Take care!"

"You too Schue." A shadow was moving quickly towards the door and before either Santana or Brittany had time to react, they were looking back into a pair of very familiar blue eyes. "Holy shit."