Chapter 2: Castle Walls

It's been a week. A week since Santana retreated behind her walls. She was now sitting alone in the chior room. Practice went like normal, or as normal as it could go. The Glee members had already seen her through the week. To say the least, they were shocked. Every time they had said something or passed her in the hallway, they expected her to make a rude comment or to give them a glare that could kill. Instead she just walked by, not even bothering to acknowledge any of them. Then, when Friday came and all she did was sit and just do whatever Mr. Shue told them to do for their ruitine that had been prepared for Regionals, no one even blinked an eye. Just like she predicted.

Brittany kept giving her sad looks but never came over to her. Puck tried talking to her for God only knows, but walked away when all she gave him was a blank stare. No one in Glee even gave her a glance. Well, all except Rachel.

Rachel was hiding outside of the chior room. She had forgotten her bag and went to retrieve it. When she looked through the window she saw Santana, sitting alone at the piano and decided to see what the once fiesty latina would do. What seemed like ages, was only ten minutes. Rachel was debating whether to just go in and grab her bag or just wait. Just as she was about to go in, something amazing, or at least for Rachel, happened.

Santana started to play a few keys on the piano. It was a tune she knew to well. She then started to sing.

Everyone thinks that I have it all,

But it's so empty livin behind these castle walls,

These castle walls,

If I should tumble,

If I should fall,

Would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls,

There's no one here at all,

Behind these castle walls.

After that, Santana was silent. It took Rachel a second or two to realise the latina was crying. Her back was shaking and her hands were over her eyes. If this were anyone else, they might have left the poor girl there, but Rachel wasn't just any girl. She opened the door and walked in.

Santana jumped. She turned around and saw none other than Rachel. A week ago she would have yelled at her and told her to leave, probably calling her Manhands, Dwarf, Rupaul or any other names she could think of. But now, all she did was wipe her tears and retreat. She watched as Rachel crossed the room and picked up her bag. Santanan didn't even notice that it was there and cursed herself. If she noticed that bag she would have left she had to sit and wait. Or did she really have to wait? Maybe she wanted to but at that moment, she was glued to the bench she was sitting on.

That was what Rachel couldn't understand. Usually when Santana was faced with a problem or confronted with a situation, she ran, but not she was just watching Rachel organize her books in her bag. With the intent the taller girl was watching her, Rachel would have thought she was planning something evil that could possibly push Rachel farther down on the social ladder. Now though, Rachel just knew that Santana wasn't planning anything. Just probably waiting for her to get out of the room so she could continue being lost in her thoughts and emotions.

Rachel picked up her bag and turned around to see that Santana was staring at her. She looked down and could feel the heat rise up on her kneck. No one had ever looked at her like that. Like she was a riddle that needed to be solved. No one had ever intently studied her. It made Rachel feel like a rat that was being tested on. It upset her to think that Santana thought of her as and experiment but she didn't let it show. Her heart was pumping in her chest and she was blushing. They were having a staring contest, but Santana wasn't just staring at her eyes. She was looking at everything Rachel was doing, which was pretty much fidgeting uncomfortably. Rachel couldn't bear her intent gaze. Rachel's ohone vibrated making her realize that they were staring at eachother for too long. So she looked down and checked her phone.

Her dad had texted her telling her that the car was running. She didn't realize that she was in here for 20 minutes. Blinking her suprisingly dry eyes she turned to leave, but a sudden thought occured to her. She turned and looked at Santana who was, suprisingly, still staring at her.

"Santana," Her voice was soft but it sounded like she yelled in the stifling quiet room, "where is your ride home?"

Santana just shrugged. She would just walk home like she always did. No one noticed because she made sure to be the last one to leave. There was a lot of things people didn't notice about her but she really could care less now.

"Well my dad is outside waiting and he would be glad to give you a ride. That is, if you want one. I can fully understand if you don't want a ride. Especially since it is me. Not that I'm stating that you would hate me, and I'm not stating that you dont either it's just-"

"Okay," it was barely a whisper but it was enough to shut Rachel up.

Santana sounded...empty. She didn't sound mad, or sad or even broken. She just sounded like she was a shell and not really there. When the latina stood up she held her head down and slouched her shoulders, not the 'I'm going to rule the world one day' stance she usually wore.

They walked outside together and rachel pulled her hood over her head. Santana's hair was getting soaked but she looked like she didn't care. They walked to Rachel's dad's car and got in.A small man with big glasses turns around and looks at them.

"Who is this sweety?" he asks, but by the look on his face, Santana knows that he knows exactly who she is.

"Dad," Rachel warns, "this is Santana. Santana, this is my dad Charley. We are going to be taking her home since she does not have a ride."

"And why is that?" He asks.

Santana just shrugged, "My parents work...late."

Charley's eyes soon grow compassonate and Santana can't bare to look him in the eyes so she looks out the window.

"I know where she lives dad so I'll give you the directions, seeing that Santana ins't having a good day." More like a bad week, Rachel wanted to say.

They drove in an uncomfortable silence after that. It only being interrupted when Rachel would tell her dad where to turn. When they arrived at Santana's...castle, she got out with a mumble of thanks to Rachel's dad and entered her house. Rachel understood that Santana wanted to be lost with her thoughts and emotions. All Rachel wanted to do was march into Santana's house and talk to the latina until she was forced to speak and tell her to shutup. Because all of the anger sadness the taller brunette must feel will make her explode and will hurt her so bad.

All Rachel wanted to do was walk into the latina's house and help her find herself. But they were already on Rachel's street before she was able to act out on it.

AN1: HEY GUYS THIS IS MY SECOND CHAPTER. I TRIED TO MAKE IT LONGER THAN MY LAST ONE BECAUSE THE 1ST CHAPTER WAS SO SHORT.

AN2: THANX TO SOME INFORMATION FROM dhampirskylar I AM NOW KEEPING QUAM AND I MIGHT MAKE A LITTLE BRIN WITH BRITTANY AND FINN... ARTIE IS JUST GONNA BE ALONE :( AND PUCK AND LAUREN ARE GONNA STAY TOGETHER BECAUSE... WELL LAUREN KEEPS HIM TAMED AND THEY ARE SO CUTE.

AQ1: ANY QUESTIONS YOU NEED TO VERIFY?

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY PART OF GLEE :(((((