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Chapter 2:
Santana tears the letter to shreds. Then she clears all the counters of their things. She smashes every piece of glass she can find out of pure rage. All she can see is red. How can her parents do this to her? What's so wrong with her that nobody even remotely likes her?
After tiring herself out, the only emotion she feels is sadness. Her parents left, her girlfriend dumped her, and the only friend she has is Rachel Berry, who for sure is going to run for the hills once she realizes that she hates Santana, just like everyone else. The only solution to her many problems is as easy as this. To end her life.
Rachel races to Santana's house. After leaving school early, the brunette realized that Santana probably shouldn't be alone at a time like this, and if she is, then the outcome won't be good. She pulls up to the Latina's house and sees Santana's red Mustang in the driveway. The brunette gets out of the car and walks to the front door to find it just the slightest ajar.
"Santana?" Rachel calls in the empty, trashed house.
"This place is a mess." she mutters to herself.
"Santana?" she calls again. Still, she gets no response. She goes into the kitchen, where it's the messiest out of the whole house. When she enters, she sees a note written out in Santana's sloppy handwriting.
Dear whoever cares enough to read,
I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, but life is just getting too hard. There's just so many things wrong that I don't know how to fix. But it doesn't matter. The world will be better off without me anyways. Goodbye.
Santana
Rachel chokes back a sob and tries to think where the Latina would be. Rachel overheard Santana talking to Brittany and she said she was afraid of heights, so she wouldn't jump off a building. And she wouldn't drown herself because she hates water. That leaves one thing. Overdose.
Rachel sprints up the stairs and into every bathroom until she finds what she's looking for. Santana is in her own bathroom, with a handful of sleeping pills combined with Vicodin and Tylenol about to dump into her mouth. She doesn't notice the tiny brunette standing the doorway, so she puts the pills in her mouth and swallows them one by one.
"Santana! What are you doing?!" Rachel shrieks, running over to the girl. The Latina looks over at the girl but doesn't do anything.
"Open your mouth!" Rachel demands. Santana shakes her head slowly, feeling dizzy from the pills already.
"Open your mouth God dammit!" she curses. Santana doesn't listen. "Uh, why are you so fucking stubborn?!"
Rachel pries open the Latina's mouth and shoves her fingers down the girl's throat. It takes a few heaves, but the pills finally start coming up and Santana throws up all over Rachel and herself. The brunettes continues to make the girl puke until she's absolutely sure that there is nothing left in Santana's stomach.
When she's done, Rachel grimaces when she smells all of the throw up on her.
"Santana?" she asks.
"Rachel! Why are you here?! Why did you stop me?!" she sobs. Rachel doesn't answer, knowing that anything she says the Latina will get upset no matter what. Santana cries until she's worn out and collapses on Rachel, getting her own puke on her.
Rachel picks up the girl sleeping and walks out of the bathroom. She lays Santana on her bed and tries her best to get the throw up off of herself and the Latina.
A few gags and minutes later, Rachel and Santana are cleaned of bile, but still smell absolutely revolting.
"Come on, let's get you to my house." Rachel says to the sleeping girl, even though she's out cold. She bets not even a bomb could wake her up. The brunette picks up the girl bridal style and carries her out to her car. She lays her in the back seat and drives the short trip to her house. She curses when she sees both of her dads' cars parked in the driveway.
"Shit! Now how am I going to explain this?!" Oh well, I was probably going to wind up telling them anyways. The brunettes shrugs and once again lifts Santana out of her car. She walks to the front door and rings the doorbell. She is met with two confused faces.
"Not the time, dads. I'll explain later." Rachel rushes, well as fast as she can with a teenage girl in her arms, to her bathroom to get her and her sleeping friend cleaned off.
Finally, after working to get rid of the offending smell off of her and the Latina, Santana is in Rachel's king size bed snoring slightly in the brunettes pajamas. Rachel gives the Latina a kiss on the forehead and goes downstairs to tell her fathers her friends situation. Once her small foot hits downstairs, she is attacked by her dads.
"Was that Santana?"
"Why is she here?"
"Is she okay?"
"Why did you guys smell like a barn?"
"Guys! Please calm down!" Rachel says, exasperated.
"Let's sit down."
"What happened?" Hiram asks.
"You do not repeat this to anybody okay?" Rachel asks.
"Of course, sweetie. I'm nothing like your father over here." Leroy says, pointing to his husband.
"Hey! You know I suffer from verbal diarrhea! And I wont." Hiram scoffs.
"Okay, well, Santana tried to kill herself today with and overdose but I stopped her and mad her throw up the pills." she says in one breath.
"What?!"
"Is she okay?!"
"Yes, she is fine. She is upstairs sleeping it off. She probably wont feel well when she wakes up because she threw up so much, but that is about it, besides the emotional damage of course." Rachel shrugs.
"Are you sure?" Hiram asks, taking in the gravity of the situation.
"Yes daddy."
"Well if there's anything you need us to do to help let us know."
"Actually, I do need your help. I do not really trust Santana to be alone, and from what I gather her parents are not home a lot, so can she stay with us for a while? She really needs somebody to lean on, and she's convinced herself that nobody loves her. Letting her stay will show her that there are people in the world that care about her. Please, dads!" Rachel begs.
"Sweetie, of course. She can stay as long as she needs to."
"Thank you! Oh! And can you lock up the medicine cabinets so Santana get to them for future reference?" the brunette asks, not wanting her friend to go through that again.
"You got it. Honey, why don't you start preparing dinner? I'll go lock up the cabinets and Rach, you can stay right here and relax. You've had a long day." Leroy says.
Rachel turns on the TV and starts channel surfing until she hears a raspy voice behind her.
"Rachel?" the brunette turns around to see her Latina friend standing shyly in the doorway of the living room.
"Hello, Santana. How was your nap?"
"Okay, but I woke up feeling sick and I came to find you." the Latina frowns.
"You did throw up quite a bit, but do not worry, it is completely normal." Rachel says. "Now come sit with me." she pats the seat on the couch next to her. Santana obliges and plops down next to her friend.
After a few minutes of watching mindless TV, Rachel breaks the silence.
"Why?" she asks simply.
The Latina shrugs, not wanting to talk about it.
"Santana." Rachel warns, giving her friend her scariest glare. Much to Santana's dismay, she gives in.
"Uh! Because, if you haven't noticed my life sucks and I figured that the best way to get rid of my problems was to get rid of me."
"Were you feeling that way when you left school?" the brunette asks.
"Partly, but what really did it was my parents leaving." The Latina is shocked when she hears the words leave her mouth. She normally is this hostile and guarded person, but when she's around Rachel she just seems to blurt out everything on her mind.
"Y-your parents left?" Rachel asks, confused. The Latina hums in response, looking down at her hands.
"Why would they do that?" she asks. What kind of parent would abandon their child?
"Because I'm gay." she explains softly.
"What?! That's in despicable!" Rachel exclaims.
"Rachel, calm down. Its okay."
"Its obviously not okay if you tried to commit suicide over it!" the brunette snaps at her.
Santana shrinks back, startled and hurt by the girl's words.
"I-I'm sorry, Santana. I shouldn't have snapped like that."
The Latina nods, still taken back. Rachel sighs. "Come here." she says. The Latina moves toward the brunette and Rachel pulls her into a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, San. Can we just forget that it happened?" she asks. She's relieved when she feels Santana nod against her.
They pull apart and Rachel says "Now, onto more business. How would you feel about moving in with me?