Another Day

By twistedly_disturbed

Summary: What would you do if you lost everything in just one moment. Demons haunting you every moment. This is a story of what I did and how eventually I don't fear another day.

Will have a lot of cannon part but is AU. don't know the exact pairings yet but will have femslash and slash.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and am making no profit. The makers of glee just gave me these lovely characters and now I wanna mess with them

Santana's Pov

The morning came just like the last, the sky slowly brightening. Oranges, reds, and yellows spreading over the landscape bringing forth a new day. I don't really pay much attention to the sight, I was exhausted, what little sleep I had gotten was filled with images too painful to relive. I knew that I should get up, I had been getting up at this time for years. But the thought of having to get up, facing the world I no longer recognized, just made my body feel like lead and I was just too tired to fight it.

"Santana, you up?" I hear Kurt call as he knocked on the door and I resisted the urge to groan out loud.

"Yeah" I call back, rolling over to face the entrance. It only seconds later the boyish face of Kurt was standing before me and looking at me amused.

" you look up" he teases and I have the urge to throw a pillow at this obviously too cheerful teen's face.

"I said I was up, not vertical" I reply with a groan before forcing myself to sit up and move to get up.

"Um" I hear Kurt uncomfortably start, he's looking away all uncomfortable and I'm confused. I just stood up, what was he all squirmy about. Looking down at myself, I remember that I was just in my boy briefs and my v-neck from yesterday. If this didn't prove that the boy was gay, I didn't know what would.

"Relax, I'm covered and I'm not interested and even if I was I'm not going to just jump you" I simply say as I look through my bag for my shower kit.

"Hey, what's wrong with me, I'm not ugly" The boy exclaimed apparently forgetting his embarrassment as he glared at me. Deciding to get this out of the way once and for all I turn back to the glaring boy.

"Dude, I'm sure you're pretty and all but I'm gay, like rainbow shitting gay," I say with a chuckle before turning back to what I was doing. The silence becomes awkward but I don't bother breaking it, I've always been blunt and to the point. I had a hard time accepting myself when I was younger but I lived in the closet once and I had no intention of doing it again.

"You're not scared to admit that?" He finally asks as I'm moving to leave the room. I could hear the uncertainty in his voice and I knew this conversation had the potential to be drawn out, so I thought carefully.

"I am who I am, someone doesn't like it then they can kiss my ass," I say brushing off the conversation and heading to the bathroom before I could be questioned anymore. I knew the conversation would come up again, it always did with closeted people. I didn't mind that it would, I just hoped it was after I knew him better and not when I was dragging so bad.

The rest of the weekend went by well enough I guess, my room was set up easily, I didn't like much clutter anymore. I didn't even know how long I'd be staying, I had an old couch, table and a small tv set up in the back by the window. I didn't want a bulky closet so we just attached a poll along the wall opposite the bed, a dresser and nightstand completed the look.

But here I am now, staring up at what was to be my new school, I didn't want to go here but I knew better than most that what I wanted mattered little. So sighing I just follow Burt into the school, apparently, the principal wanted to speak to us before I started. Walking into the school, I quickly notice a huge amount of teens wandering around in school athletic gear. I feel dread building, there was no way a school this obsessed with sports won't know about my football records. I used to love to play, getting on that field, blood, sweat, using to push me harder to the goal line. I had continued playing for that month after and before but it brought me no joy, I did it only because it was expected of me because it was routine. I wasn't sure I wanted to play anymore.

Walking into the office, I noticed two men behind a glass door. It was obvious that one was a coach, no one else would dare to dress like he was.

"Come in, come in," the older man said ushering us into the office. Introductions were made and I was correct, the other man was the football coach.

"Whats this about, all Santana's class had been straightened out before she left the old one" Burt says with some confusion.

"Of course, really this is just a standard thing. Santana, we need your guardian to sign some forms and I thought you might like to meet your new coach. I already took care of the paperwork to allow you to play on the team" Figgins explains excitedly.

"Wait, what" Burt asks confused looking between me and the principle.

"You didn't know!, why Santana here is the best wide receiver at the high school level, and she's only been in high school just over a year" Figgins explains hurriedly and I swear I could almost see the cash signs in his greedy eyes.

"You are, that's awesome, finally someone around to share my love of sports" Burt exclaims happily and I feel like having a hissy fit like a three-year-old, I no longer am. No one asked me if I wanted to play anymore, and now that I know Burt's excited I feel like I have to. He opened his home and while I may not wanna be there, it doesn't change that I do owe him for taking me out of the home I was in. This was going to make my life even harder, when I first started playing back in my old school, it was a nightmare. Parents, staff and my school mates were pissed, it was a boy sport and I had no business playing. My parents knew I really wanted to play, I had been playing in leagues since I was little, so they fought for me. I was allowed to play and I was really good, my schoolmates though were not happy. I dealt with bullying, fighting, all kinds of crap and I just knew I'd have to deal with the same thing here.

"Your locker number is on your schedule, see you on the field right after school" the coach finally says something, then get up and leaves.

"Classes start in a few minutes, best go get to your locker and find your homeroom" the principle states handing me my schedule. It's remarkable how this whole conversation happened without a word from me, makes me want to just shake my head. Instead, I just head out to the hall. Finding my locker didn't take long, I was putting my stuff in the locker when I noticed someone walking by with a slushie. I'm not sure why it caught my attention but watching I quickly notice the guy is heading toward a brunette girl. Suddenly the guy throws the slushie at the girl, and almost everyone laughs, the girl just stands there and I can't believe these people. No one moves to help her and most of them just laugh, I was about to head over to the girl but she had just run off to the nearest bathroom and the warning bell was ringing. I am conflicted, on one hand, that girl obviously could use some help but on the other, I was already the new girl, add on to that the football thing. I wasn't scared of being bullied but I just didn't want any more people paying attention to me than they already would. the only plus thing is no one knew my story here. Shaking my head, I gather my books and head to class. Every step away, I felt worse. My parents had always taught me to help people, to offer my hand to people in bad situations. Pushing it down I enter my class as the bell rang.

"morning class" the teacher greets coming to a stop by her desk. the class half-heartedly greets back. She starts rambling on about what they've covered so far, so I take a moment to look around at the other students. There wasn't really anyone that caught my attention, nerds, jocks, a few people that seemed as interested in being here as much as me. I was about to stop looking when she caught my eye. long blonde hair, smooth skin, kissable lips, cheerleader. I wasn't really interested till I saw her eyes, those beautiful green eyes brought me up short. I think I stopped breathing, she must have noticed me staring as she raised her eyebrow in response. I resisted the urge to whip my gaze away and raised an eyebrow in response. Those beautiful eyes seemed to light up in a challenge but despite my desire to give this stunning girl that challenge, I casually return my attention to the teacher. It was only a couple seconds but I could feel the crushing guilt bearing down on me. I had felt happy to have her eyes on me, I had been interested and captivated and I had forgotten. I forgot that I was here, only because I deserved to be punished, I only deserved pain and loneliness. I could almost feel the blaming eyes on me, judging me, condemning me.

The bell finally rang, taking an unnecessarily long time to happen in my opinion. I had spent most of the period between desires to look back at the captivating blonde and hating myself for it. Speed walking out of the room, I can almost feel the air enter my lungs easier. Doing what I have become an expert at I pushed everything down and headed to my next class in a numb daze. I kept an eye out for slushies, now that I knew people here used them as a weapon. I made it to my next class easy enough and I was slightly relieved that Kurt was in this class. Walking over and sitting beside him, I didn't miss the stares and whispers.

"I wouldn't sit there if I was you" Kurt advised quietly and suddenly I'm angry, what is with this fucking school. Anyone even a little different was treated like a walking disease. I was about to respond just that but I stop when I noticed Kurt was wearing different clothes from this morning and I knew it was a big deal since it I had to resist teasing Kurt this morning when it took him almost two hours to get ready.

"what happened to your clothes?" I almost demand and I guess I was a bit loud cause there was suddenly laughing from behind us. Ignoring the now even more hunched form of Kurt for the moment, I turn to face the laughing jocks. I immediately zero in on a mohawked boy that seemed to be leading the laughing.

"What you staring at freak?" one of the boys call back starting, even more, laughter. I can feel myself coming to the end of my control, the rage rolling over me like waves. I can see myself flying over the room and smashing my fists into these pompous jerks faces. It wasn't even just about the comment anymore, all the anger, frustration, helplessness that my life had become feeding my rage. Luckily for me and the jerks, the teacher took that moment to come into the room, I was tempted to unleash on them anyways but I felt myself being jerked back into my seat. Kurt was giving me an embarrassed pleading look, I spent the rest of the class trying to calm down. by the time the bell rang once again, I was calm but my hands were cramping from the white-knuckled grip I had on my desk. I still wanted an answer to my question but Kurt had basically ran from the room before I had the chance to ask him again.

Looking at my schedule I was glad to see I had gym then lunch, maybe I'd be able to work some frustration out in gym class. Walking into the locker room, I easily found my locker, it seemed anyone on a team had an assigned locker. Moving my football gear to the side, I absent-mindedly notice I got to keep my number from before, number three shined brightly against the red of the jersey.

The gym clothes were a simple red shirt and black running shorts, it only took moments to get changed. walking into the gym, I immediately notice most people standing on the far side of the gym, so I head towards them. Walking past the bleachers, I hear laughing mostly covering the sound of someone singing. I knew that kind of laugh, they were cruel, amusement found in tearing someone down. Looking up I feel disappointed, it was some cheerleaders and right up front holding a laptop was the blonde from first class. Even partaking in cruel childish behavior I had to admit she was almost impossible to look away from, it wasn't because she looked beautiful, which she did. No, it was that bored look in her eyes that had me hooked. Finally reaching the group as the teacher came in, I forced myself to focus on class. It seemed I was in luck today we were going to be playing dodgeball and there were a few of the boys from my last class to aim at. Lining up with my team, I could feel eyes on me. Looking at the opposite team, I could tell the boys had the same idea as me, seemed like they were going after me. Good, game on. Not bothering to run for the ball, I brace myself and wait. It doesn't take long before one of the boys whipped a ball at me, going for embarrassment, I used my hard earned skills and caught the ball inches from my chest. The boys stop in shock as the one who threw it angerly moved off the court. I may spend most of my time catching balls but I knew I could do some damage, but not yet to many people around to accidently get him. so I threw the ball easily at someone else at their team. the game continued on, with the boys throwing balls at me but I just dodged them. I could feel myself relaxing as the game continued, my blood was pumping. soon enough it was just me and three of the boys on the other team. the teacher tried to call it but I waved him off, no this was what I've been waiting for. I had a ball in my hands and I used it to bounce the incoming balls to the side. Quickly I spotted my opening and whipped the ball at one's feet, causing him to face plant. most of the class was yelling at the two remaining boys to get me out. a ball whips by my head and I feel like laughing, the part of me that hates the world, the part that's furious is raising up, helping me focus. grabbing a ball, I run to the line, they've run out of balls on their side. These bullies, walk around this school like they own it. the girl from earlier, Kurt, flash through my mind and I hesitate. What was I doing, this was just a stupid game, me winning wasn't going to help them and it sure as hell wasn't going to help me.

"I'm done" I state dropping the ball before turning to walk away. I'm not even halfway across the court before a ball nails me in the side. Suddenly the boys are cheering, the coach is yelling about detentions. Besides the boys, none of the other students are celebrating and I can feel their eyes on me but I just keep walking towards the locker room. the last thing I see before entering the locker room is the blonde's blank face. Showering and change quickly I get out of the room as the first few girls are entering.

AN: It will take awhile but my whole story won't be angst.