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"Watch it loser!" growled Karofsky shoving Rachel hard into the lockers as he sauntered by.
The brunette winced a little at the pain that shot up her spine before turning to narrow her eyes at the oversized toddler."My girlfriend will hear about this!" She threatened him and internally praised herself at the terrified look that made it's way on to the Jock's face. He opened his mouth only to clasp it shut again, speechless."Shit." she heard him mutter as he gingerly glanced around for any sign of blond hair. Amusement and satisfaction twinkled in her eyes at the sight.
"That's not gonna happen Midget." hissed Azyimo as he grabbed her shoulders from behind. She jumped at the unexpected touch.
"W-what?" she whimpered as his grip tightened.' Let me go. Let me go!' her body had taken on a rapid shaking motion as she tried to control her fright. 'What does he mean? I thought it was all a dream. A horrible, terrifying, heartbreaking dream. Maybe it's not what i think it is? Maybe he's done something to her. Oh my god I don't know which is worse?'
Azyimo smirked and looked towards Karofsky, who was growing paler and paler by the minute as more blond girls invaded his vision, with a wicked glint in his eye."Fabray's only gone and dumped her pathetic ass."
The little diva's face lost all colour as the dreaded words sunk in. It was most certainly a dream. No way would Quinn dump her like that. They were in love. They wer-
"Tough shit Dwarf." Why do I constantly have to speak my mind?
"Quinn doesn't do love." added Karofsky growing more confident at the new information. The Jock holding her shoulders chuckled and slammed her into the lockers. He gripped at her hair forcefully, pulling her head back to look up at him. She shrunk back at the cold dark eyes that glared at her and searched desperately for anything to cling on to behind her as he slowly lifted her up until their heights matched.
"Oh this is going to be so fun." he laughed darkly and tugged a little on her brown locks.
Rachel shook her head rapidly as she failed in pushing the footballer off and resorted to begging."Please! G-Get off me! I beg of you! H-help! s-s-someone help me! Please get off!" she whimpered in pain as her hair was pulled.
"Shut up!" demanded Karofsky when Azymio let out a pained groan at her knee connecting with his groin."Shut it before-"
"Before what Karofsky? get off her! NOW!" Quinn?
Rachel felt herself being released before she was dropped to the floor, the two jocks quickly distancing themselves from her.
"Since when did you care for Berry?" Said Karofsky, glaring at Rachel's saviour.
The person laughed; the beautiful sound drifting towards the diva, causing her lips to softly tug upwards. She was safe now."Long enough. Now get out of here before I do something even grown men will cry at, nevermind blundering buffoons."
The two boys cast one hurried look at each other before sprinting off. Rachel swore she heard one of them wimper as they scampered clumsily down the hallway before skiding around the corner. She breathed a sigh of relief and allowed herself to relax, her hand coming to rest on her rapidly bruising neck.
"Are you okay?" A small slim hand invaded her vision snapping out of her catonic state. Rachel grasped on it and allowed her self to be hauled up and pulled into a pair of strong comforting arms. She let out a tired sigh.
"Thank you." her voice was barely audible through the violent shaking of her small frame. Her breaths were short and quick and she could barely hear anything at the loud quick thumping of her heart against her eardrums.
"It looks sore." cool fingertips pressed gently at the places where Azymio's hand had previously occupied, soothing the burning sensation slightly.
"I'll be fine." Rachel stepped out of the person's protective embrace only to be met with concern filled chocolate orbs.
"You sure because I could beats-"
"I'm fine Santana!" She snapped. The taller girl shrunk back a little at her cold tone before ducking her head.
"I just want to make sure. It kills me to think that somebody would purposely hurt you." She muttered rubbing her right hand against her left arm. Something the diva noticed she did a lot when she was nervous.
Rachel sighed in defeat, ruffling her hair in frustration. She shouldn't be taking out all her anger and pain on the Latina. It wasn't her fault. Not really anyway."I'm fine... really." She replied and gave Santana reassuring fake smile. I'm not..
The darker skinned girl narrowed her eyes at Rachel, unconvinced."Don't lie." After all these years of acting lessons, you'd think i'd be able to tell a good lie.
"Okay so I am not fine. Infact I am the complete opposite of fine." the little diva spat."My girlfriend just broke up with me because of your confession! Those dim witted jocks just pinned me to a wall and to top it all off I got slushied this morning so NO I am not fine! I am far, far, far from it actually." Rachel didn't know she had tears streaming down her face until the Latina was gently wiping them away with the pad of her thumb. Why can't she show this side of her more often?
"Shh." Santana cooed, smiling softly once her face was clean of water droplets.
"Why can't you be like this more often?" Rachel mumbled, unconsciously leaning into the taller girl's hand.
"It's just easier to act like a bitch. People won't get close to you then and you can't be hurt." She let out a hollow laugh.
Rachel's eyes snapped open as she looked up at the Latina. She was gazing down at her with a sad pained smile before it disappeared completely, along with every other emotion displayed in her beautiful features. Every single word that was said hit the future Broadway star deep, like a knife being plunged into and twisted around in her already broken heart.
"San-" a hand in front of her face stopped any more words flying out.
"Don't." said the taller brunette coldly, gently retracting her hand."I don't want to hear it." Rachel heard the silent plea behind her words and pushed down any apologies ready to surface, instead forcing an abrupt nod.
Santana glanced around -'She did that a lot' Rachel mused- and shook her head before once again facing the little diva."Look I meants what I said. Every single word so don't expect any 'oh I'm sorry to hear about you and Quinn' from me 'cause I'm not. In fact I'm fucking ecstatic that yous have broken up!"
Rachel winced a little at the Latina's use of launguage, her heart wrenching painfully at the mention of her ex.
"I just..." Her fingers curled into tight fists as she tried to say the right words."I'm here for you 'kay?"
She was gone before the diva could even start to reply. Her heart soared a little at the kind gesture; it was obvious that Santana was struggling with her feelings. Rachel sighed. She wanted to be there for the Latina but would her presense alone do more harm then good? Besides she was still very busy in the process of winning her girl back and spending time with Santana wouldn't help her chances at all.
As the bell rang for her next class, Rachel quickly wiped away any trace that she had been crying before making her way to her next class; ignoring the throbbing pain deep in her chest.
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