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So, someone asked me that, since my first language is not English if I would like to have a Beta. Well, I hadn't thought about it, but it's a really great idea, so if anyone is interested, please contact me.

Here's the chapter two. I had a little help from my amazing friend, cfkenobi, thank you so much!

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Chapter two

Quinn was getting very, very tired of nodding and giving close-lipped smiles.

All day long she was obligated to hear people commenting on how Santana had been throughly beaten up and how 'the bitch deserved it...'. Don't get her wrong, she was still very upsed about the things Santana said to her about her baby and everything, but she knew that deep inside, her old best friend was just a scared little girl and this was just too much. School looked very much like a small town; they couldn't miss a single opportunity to talk about something. Or rather, someone.

"Shut up, Finn." The blonde growled, rolling her eyes so hard it hurt a bit. "I don't want to hear it"

She dismissed everyone that came any near her and got out of there, walking without a direction on her mind. She was pissed at the people talking about Santana like she was the worse person in the world, she was mad at Lauren for beaten Santana so bad; the girl is really big and the Latina is really tiny, she had no even a chance, she was upset with Puck when she heard that he just kept watching and didn't even tried to help the girl and most of all, she was so damm worried with the girl that she had not seen today. Not that she would admit it, but she was.

She wasn't looking where she was going, but when she passed through the principal's office, something grabbed her attention. She stopped suddenly and spotted what was going on in there. Or more importantly, she spotted who was there.

Puck and Lauren were talking a lot of things, almost shouting. Puck was gesticulating madly, and agressivalessly speaking. Quinn couldn't hear much, just the muffled sound of a few words she was very tired of hearing, "deserve" and "bitch". She saw that Principal Figgins looked a little bit nervous about the killer look he was receiving from the big girl sitting in front of him.

The, she looked at the tiny brunette, looking so unlike herself in the middle of the room. She was hugging her legs with one arm while hugged the other arm between her knees and chest, her eyes were concentrated in a very far point on the wall.

Curious, indeed. She couldn't remember a time when she'd seen the Latina like this. She couldn't help but feel a littlr bit more worried; it was just... Really strange to say the least, to see her like that.

So she waited. She waited and waited until they were dismissed, and she heard Puck and Lauren trying to hide their giggles, resisting to roll her eyes. After a while, Santana came.

"What's wrong with you?" she blurted before she could stop herself.

"What?" the Latina answered, a bit startled. "What did I do now?"

"I don't know, you tell me." Quinn answered, crossing her arms.

The smaller girl just laughed drily and shook her head, starting to leave. Quinn promptly took a grimp on her arm, trying to make her go back, but Santana just shrugged her away and yelped in pain.

"My arm!" she hold her arm to her cheast, trying not to cry. "It hurts, idiot!"

Quinn frowned and got closer to Santana, but the smaller girl flinched. Quinn was suddenly very, very worried.

"I, uh," the blonde cleared her throat. "I'm sorry. What happened to your arm?"

"Nothing," said the scowling girl. "Leave me alone!"

"Fuck," Quinn whispered, going after the girl. "Santana, please,"

"Please what, Fabray? Do you want to humiliate me too? Well, go ahead. I'm waiting. Please, suit yourself, we have a list full of nicknames"

"Shut up for one second, you idiot." Quinn sighed. "I just want to know what's wrong, why the fuck you have to be so defensive?"

"Look at me Quinn! Don't I have the right to sound defensive? Everything hurts. And the worst of all is, I don't even know what hurts the most, outside or inside. I fell almost fucking numb!" the Latina shouted, her eyes widening when she realized the words she had just said. Quinn looked at her in chock. "Fuck..."

"San... San are you seriously hurt?" Quinn asked smoother this time, trying to take a step closer to the girl, but Santana flinched again and took two steps back.

"Don't call me that! You don't give a fuck about me, nobody does! So, just leave me fuck alone and go take care of your own damn business, mommy"

Quinn stood in place where watching the Latina go away from her as quickly as she could, never looking back. She didn't think she was never so worried with someone on her life. What was going on with the girl she used to call her best friend? What happened to her?

Yeah, Santana was never very nice to the people, but she never seemed to be afraid of anyone. Anyone! She was always so strong and now she look so... Broken? No! Santana Lopez broken? Don't fighting back? Flinching? Looking down? Letting the people insult her? It's don't seems right. Quinn thought with herself, still looking to the place that the Latina disappeared.

There's something really wrong going on, and I will find out what is that, or my name is not Quinn Fabray.

...

The bell rang for the next class, but Santana could not care less.

She was really not in the mood for math; her head was throbbing like hell and she really thought she was going to throw up for the pain on her left arm. She just hugged her knees closer to her chest and her arm on her also hurt stomach and continued to sniffling softly so no one could hear her inside of one of the stalls of the almost abandoned girls bathroom near to the choir room.

Why I said those things to Quinn? Now she knows how weak I really am and how easy it would be to hurt me. Great! Like it wasn't enough. But everything hurts so bad. And I'm so damm scared. Zizes made her point very well this morning on the parking lot: everything that happened was only my fault, and if I'd say and if I said differently for anyone, I would regret. Well, like anyone would belive in me, anyway.

She closed her eyes tightly and let a sob escape, wincing for pain in the stomach when she did it.

I think I'm her punching bag for now on. What happened with me? Where's the strong Santana Lopez that everyone would be afraid of? What happened to her? Oh! Yeah, loose everybody on her life and become a punching bag.

"I'm telling you..."

Oh god! Some one is comming! Santana held back her sobs and stayed as quiet as she could, listen to whoever got in the bathroom.

"Something bad is going on, Tina" Oh God! Is that Quinn? Santana thougt.

"Yeah, she got beaten in front of the whole school, she'd probably just... Dunno, ashamed? Could you lend me your mascara? Thanks"

"No... I think that's something more... She was really scared and she seemed to be in so much pain, Tina... I'm worried. I think we might got too hard with her on the other day..."

"You mean on Glee club?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, she kinda of deser..."

"Deserved, I know, is what everybody says about it. How she deserved it and that." Santana could practically hear the blonde rolling her eyes "But, I wonder, she really deserves all this? I know her since we're kids, Tina, and I've never saw her so... Broken and scared. She's a good person."

"Is she? I dunno, Quinn..."

Santana heard the door slap closed and left go a sigh of relief together with a torrent of tears and sobs. She leaned on the wall and just kept there, crying.

...

"I'll keep an eye on her anyway" Quinn said while walked down the aisle with Tina; they both were on their free period. "I still care about her; I won't leave her"