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3 hours 40 minutes later

"SANTANA I SWEAR TO GOD! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKIN DOOR I WILL KILL YOU SO MUCH!" Addison pounded her fists against the grey door, flecks of paint drifting to the floor as she did leaving a horrid lime green colour underneath.

She had been trying to get her friend to open the door for around 15minutes now.

Muffled sobbing could be heard just beyond the door and it broke her heart. Resting her forehead against the door she closed her eyes. "Tana" she breathed. "please".

She waited several moments but all she could hear were the anguished cries of her broken friend, then a small thud.

Probably dropped an empty bottle of tequila she thought.

Santana had always used drink as a coping mechanism, just like Addy herself. But the girl hated the fact somebody she cared about dealt with life that way.

In her mind Santana was a gazillion times better than herself and she needed to help her friend out of the darkness she was in...only, it had been 4 years now and Santana was getting worse not better.

I'm failing her! She thought...tears sprang to her eyes as she grunted and pulled her arm back unleashing an angry punch to the metal door. The sound echoed off the concrete stairwell as she grabbed her now sore fist.

"DAMN IT SAN! PLEASE...I...I got fired..." she turned her back to the door and slid down the wall. She sat there in silence for a 20 more minutes hoping beyond hope Santana would open the door. Addy had seen her friend self destruct enough times to know this could be bad...Santana had witnessed the same with her.

But , eventually the cries stopped coming from her friends apartment. She assumed she had cried herself to sleep and smiled sadly to herself at least she won't be in danger in her sleep she thought.

The next day.

Santana arrived in her usual state for her shift.

Hungover and angry, but she was also feeling guilty.

She'd dumped half a shift on Addison and left her alone to take care of the Quinn situation. She just hoped her friend hadn't figured out who the blonde was, Addison had never once hidden her desire to punish all of the latinas friends for abandoning her.

She dropped her bag in the plastic chair where she ate her lunch on the days she could stomach food and grabbed her purple 'Bucks Gasoline' shirt pulling it on as she walked towards the till. She took a deep breath and looked up ready to apologise to her friend only to be met by the stare of her grumpy manager...who, if possible seemed even more grumpy today.

"where's Ad..."

The fat man cut her off "She's been fired".

Santana 's jaw dropped. "fired!?"

The guy grunted and pushed his greasy hair back. "your crazy assed friend punched a customer...she coulda sued the shit outta us, but she settled for an on the spot sacking"

Santana turned abruptly and grabbed her bag.

She had to find Addison.

37 minutes and 5 bars later .

The hangover was killing Santana. It was a humid day in New York, not the best to be running around aimlessly looking for a pissed off friend.

The latina Sat on a nearby bench and dropped her head into her hands. Why do I fuck everything up? She thought to herself. Puck, Quinn, Mercedes...they all hate me, now Addy too. I should've stayed. I should have told Q the truth! Now Addison has lost her jo-

"Penny for your thoughts hot stuff?"

Santana jolted upright to see the girl she was previously frantically searching for. She practically leapt into the girls arms "fuck ...you got fired, I thought you were pissed at me" she mumbled into the taller girls neck.

Addison giggled "never at you San. Us bitches gotta stick together" she placed her hands on the smaller girls shoulders and looked at her worriedly "you scared me yesterday...you." she paused and grabbed Santana's left hand with hers, giving it a gentle squeeze "you scare me a lot recently".

The raven haired girl pulled her hand away and was about to retaliate when she noticed a plaster cast on the green eyed girls right hand, travelling half way up her arm "OH MY GOD! IS THAT FROM PUNCHING THAT CUSTOMER?"

Addison looked at her hand as if she hadn't realised what was on it and shrugged "your door actually, I only tapped Quinn's jaw"

If possible Santana's eyes widened and she mouthed what the fuck.

Addison looked at the ground and began kicking loose stones around with her worn black converse.

"you...the customer...Quinn...I, what...Quinn...punched..why?".

The taller girl shrugged and looked up with a guilty expression. "I know you lo..."

"DON'T" the latina snapped.

Addison exhaled and started again "I know Quinn is important to you...but she was being so nasty, she called you a bitch San! I...you're my best friend and she's hurt you so bad...I'm just tryin to protect you" she urged.

Santana stepped back and let out a sarcastic laugh "what is this Addison? High school?! You can't go around punching people because they piss you off! You lost your job damn it!".

The taller girl began to get frustrated with Santana's tone "sorry for caring San!" she spat back.

"CARING!? You punched Q! How is that caring!?". Voices began to get louder

"Santana, you're gonna have to get over her one day...you can't hide in a fuckin bottle for the rest of your life!". Addison knew she was pushing her friend but right now she was upset and worried, a combination that came out as anger for her.

"just like you huh Addy!? Hiding in a bottle because daddy used to hurt you! Get over THAT! It's been years!". As soon as the words left the shorter girls mouth she regretted them.

Addison paled and stumbled back a little. "fuck you Santana...I'm done"

She turned to leave but the tan girl grabbed her good wrist, looking up with watery eyes. "No..Addy, I..".

Addison snatched her hand back. "Maybe Quinn was right...maybe that's why she never loved you back" she practically hissed. It hurt like hell to say those words to the girl she considered family, but her walls were up and she was in defense mode.

With one last look at the now crying latina, Addison turned and ran.