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Now on to the next chapter which is Santana's POV just before she was shot leading up to her tiny bit of awakening. ENJOY

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee (unfortunately)


Santana woke up that day with a firm determination. She was going to walk right up to manha-…to Rachel…and kiss her as hard as she possibly could. She dressed in her cheerios uniform and tied her ponytail up and looked at herself in the mirror, smirking at her own devilishly hot reflection.

"Yous a hot bitch Lopez, now go gets the girl." She said to herself and walked out of her room and out to her car to drive to McKinley for her ass-crack-of-dawn practice the Coach Sylvester vehemently repeated was mandatory, and anyone who didn't show was going to wish they had, with every muscle fiber of their body.

So as she made her way to McKinley Santana thought hard about how she would approach first her soon to be ex Ashley, and then how to approach Rachel, the tiny diva that made her blush when their eyes met, who made her melt when she sang, and despite her annoyingly LONG rants and inability to use less the one hundred and fifty words whenever she said anything.

These distracting thoughts had earned her twenty five suicides and fifteen laps around the football field, so when she entered the locker room she fell exhausted on one of the benches covered in sweat, with hair matted to her forehead and chest raising and falling heavily as her lungs burned for oxygen. She shakily rose to her feet after a few minutes of resting and stripped to wash herself then dressed in a fresh uniform feeling confident….and absolutely terrified.

Taking a deep breath she adopted her HBIC scowl and left the locker room holding her books in her arms, owning the hallways as Brittany joined her on the left and Quinn on her right. They veritably parted the red sea of students, as the Unholy Trio they commanded respect through fear, as the student body almost slammed themselves into their lockers to give the three cheerios a clear hall to walk through.

"Santana, I have heard rumors that you and Ashley split up during practice today causing the girl to run sobbing through the halls, any comments?" Jacob Ben-Israel shouted, mic in hand and AV club lackey behind him acting as a camera man.

"Jewfro, your invading my breathing air, walk away." Santana growled harshly at the nerdy Jewish junior.

Jacob shook off the comment and kept pace with the three cheerleaders still holding out the mic, "But Santana, if you're single now does this mean you will be attempting to seduce and take advantage of a one Rachel Barbra Berry, rumored crush of yours?" He asked.

That comment had actually caused the Latina to blush furiously and stop suddenly turning on the lanky boy, "Listen Isra-lame Von No-nuts, who or what I might be doing now that I am single is no business of yours. Now how about to go feed your need to entertain yourself and find a real hobby that doesn't involve irritating the piss out of the entire student body, how's that sound?." She snaps before turning on her heel and continuing down the hall to Rachel's locker, Brittany and Quinn in tow.


Jacob stood still, frozen in place; his arms limp at his side mic dropping to the floor. He turned to his camera man and told him to go ahead and get to class. From there he started a slow walk to his locker, tears starting to fall down his face at his recent humiliation at the hands of another popular kid. By the time he got to his locker he was sobbing so hard he could barely put in his combination to open his locker, he reached in the bag he had stuffed in there and pulled out his only option. His mind had finally snapped and he would take revenge on everyone that had ever pissed on him (figuratively) in this hell hole of a school.

He already had list made up as he shoved the gun onto his backpack, Azimo, Krovsky, Jones, Smith, and Lopez. He knew where each student was, and how to hit each one to achieve maximum pain. So he went to class, waiting patiently for lunch, which he shared with each of them, to finally get his revenge.


Santana still hadn't had a chance to get to Rachel, by the time she dealt with the warning bell had run and she needed to get to homeroom, the only class she shared with the diminutive diva before the afternoon was lunch, so she was forced to wait. This of course caused her to think, then over think, then convince herself against talking to her, then convince herself that this was her only chance. Needless to say her mind was like a garbage disposal, completely filled with chopped up bits of thought. So spending during History she sorted out her thoughts and cemented her will to talking to Rachel before lunch was over.

This is when she found herself approaching the tiny diva as she switched her books out for afternoon classes. Putting her hand against the locker she smiled when the diva noticed her and smiled.

"So RuPa-…I mean…Berry...What's up with you?" She asked trying to be as casual as possible, despite the thrumming of her heart in her chest.

Rachel looked at Santana, astonished at the approach, and initiation of conversation, even more so by the correction she made when she had been about to insult her. "I am preparing the literary books I will need for the next few classes of the school day." She replied, throwing on her own face of indifference.

Santana snorted softly, "Do you ever talk in less than an essay Berry?" She asked her tone flirty.

Rachel was about to reply when they were interrupted by a hysteric scream down the hall, she turned to find Jacob Ben-Israel looking right at her, gun pointed directly at her.

Santana watched in horror as the gun went off, only just missing Rachel by a few inches. She had no idea what possessed her to move like she did…no that's wrong, she knew exactly what it was. Santana moved automatically, she grabbed Rachel and pushed her aside, the movement causing her to step directly into the path of Jacob Ben-Israel's next shot, a shot that would have been fatal had it hit Rachel.

She felt the sharp pain; she felt the invasive cold, as well as the burning warmth of her blood as it poured out of her. She faintly heard Rachel calling for her, and watched as her vision faded into blackness, the list image burned into her mind being the tear streaked face of the girl she loved.

I love you Rachel, don't leave me.


Blackness, there was nothing around, just herself and her thoughts. She felt pain sometimes, but not often enough. Was this death? Is this what Heaven looked like, or was it Hell?

Santana was aware though, she heard sounds every now and then, felt things. She guessed she must be dead then, because she knew who she was. Her name was Santana Maria Lopez, her mother was Maria Gabriella Lopez, and her father was Dr. Tomas Guillermo Lopez. She was an only child, she was a cheerleader (cheerio), also a singer and a dancer in the New Directions glee club. She was also gay, and in love with a tiny diva with big dreams and an even bigger heart. Yes, she was aware, and she wasn't dead.

So what was she? Asleep? If so where were the dreams?

She would hear things, faint noises, each time she heard something it became clearer each time. The first time the sounds where just muffled echoes, like the adults in Charlie Brown. The second time there was a pitch, soft but erratic…broken. Every time after that kept improving slightly more and more, the last time she had heard a sound it was a word, muffled and difficult to work out but she knew the word well, "Love."

Santana also felt things, at first it was just what felt like a gust of wind, she knew it was there but could tell from where, and then it was fire, burning across her whole body. After that it was just a soft thrumming. Every so often she would get the sensation she was being held, her whole body embraced, other times it was a gentle tickle on her palm. The last time she felt it was the strongest yet, and it evoked her own feeling within her body, she put all her mind and will into that feeling, and her finger twitched.

She didn't see though, it was only darkness, no matter where she looked, or how she shifted her eyes, there was nothing but the invading darkness that held her. It was both comforting and frightening at the same time, at first before she felt and heard, it alluded to death, the endless slumber that awaited everyone. Then the sensations came and she found that the darkness was comfortable, safe from the mysteries around her. That is until that impossibly clear word, and that achingly close feeling did she attempt to fight the darkness, and she won, but only for a few seconds, the light that had invaded her darkness was blinding, but as it cleared she saw a shadow, the shape was strange and blurry but something about it made her happy. The shadow moved and she saw felt something terribly amazing as she picked out a sharply defined image within the shadow. Two deep orbs of swirling chocolate brown.

Then the darkness won, took her back into its embrace, but now she was determined to fight the darkness, to look into those orbs again. Two eyes she knew almost intimately, eyes that brought a flutter of hope to her stomach.

Rachel.


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