A/N: As with the chapter before, there are some possible triggers in here. I don't want to be the cause of anybody's pain, so please, take caution and make sure that you pay attention to TRIGGER WARNINGS. I love you guys, and I would hate to know you're hurting, take care.

As always, I don't own Glee or any of the amazing characters. Also characters are a little OOC forgot to mention that…..oops.

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Santana's POV

I can tell somethings up with Rachel. Yes, I called her Rachel and if anyone hears about this I will end you, got it? Good. So, as I was saying, somethings wrong with Rachel. I don't know what it is, but I will find out and I will kick the ass of the person who decided to hurt MY Ra-ahem….. I'll uh. Whatever.

I walk to my next class, which I happen to share with Rachel, and decide to watch her. To try and see if I can tell what's up. As she walks in, she takes my breath away, the same as the day before, heck the same as when I saw her earlier today. If you haven't guessed it already, I maybe sorta kinda probably have a crush on Rachel…..yeah….it's kind of messed up in a way. I mean, who would treat their crush like I've treated Rachel. No one should, ever….but I will make it up to her. As soon as I find out what's making her look so defeated and sad, that is NOT the Rachel Berry I know.

Rachel's POV

I can feel someone's eyes burning into the side of my head. I subtly shift a little to the left, and see the one and only Santana Lopez quickly look away. Why was she looking at me? Probably to make fun of my clothes or my big nose…she's so beautiful…I wish I could look like THAT.

I walk out of the class only to be greeted with a slushie to the face.

*sigh*

As I make my way to the bathroom I can hear someone angrily muttering in Spanish, I wonder who pissed Santana off this time. I walk in the bathroom but before I can lock the door it's opened again and in comes Santana.

"Santana, if you could please give me privacy I would much appreciate it."

"I can't do that Rachel."

…ok what?

"You called me Rachel….."

Santana's POV

"Yeah, I did. Look Rachel, I'm sorry for everything that I've put you through. I'm sorry for the names, and the slushies, and everything I've ever done that's hurt you in any way. I'm so sorry, please believe me."

"I believe you, Santana. Now, the longer this slushie stays on me the harder it is to get off, so if you would be so kind."

She believes me, thank god.

"Uh, do you need any help?" Shit. Why why why why why!?

"No, I'm fine. But, thank you Santana."

"No probs, just didn't want you to drip all over my shoes during choreography in glee club later." Really Santana? Stupid.

"Oh, well this is getting quite gross, so if you would…"

"Oh, yeah sure thing." I start to make my way out of the bathroom, when I remember Rachel didn't bring her emergency change of clothes with her. I turn around to tell her, and she's shirtless. My first thought is 'damn, Rachel is so so hot under those fugly sweaters,' but then I see the scars….

A/N: Sorry this one is so short, but I felt like this was a good place to end it. There's a lot coming up with 'Santana's' reaction to the scars. Frankly, it's the most important part of the story.

To Doodle91xxx- First of all, thanks for being my first and only reviewer haha. It will be hard, I know it will but I'm determined. I just, I thought that instead of getting trapped in the thought of all this pain and holding it all in like the angsty sixteen year old I am, I would share my story. I feel like if more people see what a little bit of talking can do to help someone that more people would be inclined to try.

I would also like to thank all those who favorited and followed my story, and those who favorited and followed me, your interest in my writing makes me want to keep doing what I do. I'm sorry I'm not faster at getting my thoughts put on paper, but I try my best so hang in there and I'll eventually continue my other story. Hopefully.