Santana collapsed onto her bed, the other girls doing the same.

"Africa, huh?" Quinn finally broke the silence.

Santana allowed a small grin to tug at the corners of her lips. "Yeah. It's beautiful, those kids are wonderful…" she mused, closing her eyes.

The girls looked over at her and smiled. Santana was finally out of her shell.

Brittany walked over to her and stroked her head, effectively bringing her back to the present.

Santana opened her eyes. "I love you." she whispered. Brittany grinned and kissed her chastely before grabbing some shampoo.

"I'm gonna shower." she stated and walked to the bathroom.

Santana was suddenly alert.

"Wait, Britt, wait. I have an activity that we're gonna do that you don't wanna be clean for."

"Fine." she huffed and sat back down on her bed.

"Okay so everyone, I'm gonna go tell the boys, but remember the tank top and shorts you were supposed to bring? Put those on. If you forgot them then I brought two extras, they're in my backpack."

The girls nodded and Santana walked over to the boys' area. Every one of them would be in there, except Artie. Artie had decided not to come due to the fact that the courses weren't wheelchair-accessible.

"Hey Schue, can I come in?"

"Sure."

"Okay. Change into your tank top and shorts, we're leaving in five."

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise." Santana said, and then turned on her heel.

When she got back to the girls' room, she found them all dressed. She nodded her approval and motioned for them to get out of the room.

"Wait in the living room, okay?"

They nodded and Santana changed quickly, lest any of them see.

She exited the room and found the club all ready to go.

"Everyone got water bottles?" she asked. They all nodded.

"Great. Follow me."

They got up and Santana started a slow jog in the direction of a mountain.

Once they reached a narrow trail, they found Dance, Kara, David, and another girl waiting for them. All of them were dressed the same as the glee club, the difference was that they weren't panting.

"Wow you guys are out of shape." Santana commented and turned to Dance.

"Ready to head up?"

"Yep."

"Okay then, club follow us! This is Jas by the way." She said, effectively introducing the other girl.

Santana started to jog, the others following behind her. When they had gone about 100 yards the sun was starting to set and the twilight illuminated everything.

Santana patiently waited for the less-fit club members to catch up in a clearing.

She pointed to a fork in the trail.

"Okay. Which trail is the right one?"

"I don't know." the club said.

"The left one?" Rachel guessed.

"Wrong."

"The right?"

"Wrong again. The right leads to a waterfall. The left leads to our destination. Neither one is 'right'; one is just the path we need to take. Same for our lives. You are faced with two decisions; they're both right in their own way. The difference is not right and wrong; it's which one we need to take."

The club stared at her and got a drink of water.

Santana grinned. "So, let's go. Kara, I'll race you!" she yelled and sprinted through the left fork.

Dance shook her head and smiled at the club.

"David, Jas, follow them. Glee club, sorry about that. Has Santana told you about her five track championships?"

The club tilted their head, confused.

"I guess not then." Dance chuckled.

"Why didn't she tell us?" Quinn asked, her eyes narrowed.

"That's for her to tell. Now, if you'll follow me, Santana's probably already there."

"Where?"

"Surprise." Dance answered, and started running up the hill.

The club groaned and muttered, but followed Dance nonetheless. They whimpered as a particularly difficult climb evened out into something of a mesa.

When they found Santana, she already had a fire going. There were two packs by the trees and Santana was grinning devilishly.

"Okay, set up your tents." she ordered, and motioned to Kara who was setting one up.

"She lost the race." Santana chuckled.

"Wait…are we sleeping here? On the ground?" Rachel shuddered.

"Si, senorita. Now hurry, it's almost too dark."

Santana continued to stoke the fire and jumped when she felt David brush against her. Her eyes glazed over and she shuddered. Jas must have realized what was happening, because she led Santana over to a tree. Santana glanced at her, her eyes laced with fear.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked in a small voice. Dance realized what had happened and made sure none of the glee club went over to her.

Santana was shaking and crying at this point.

"Why-why?" she kept repeating.

Jas stroked her hair and said something in Hawaiian to Kara. Kara was at her side in a flash, holding Santana's hand.

"San, San, come on, it's just PTSD. They're not really there. It's okay sweetie. You're with Kara and Jasmine." Jas whispered. Santana pulled her eyes away from the thing that wasn't really there and focused on Kara.

"Why?" she asked again, her lower lip trembling.

"I don't know." Kara replied honestly.

Santana shrieked and blacked out.

/

Santana woke up to a worried Dance, Brittany, Quinn, and Kara.

"Sorry." She told Kara.

Brittany and Quinn glanced at each other and then looked at her.

"San?" Brittany asked.

"Yeah B?"

"Why did you scream?"

"I had a flashback to the thing that made me come here."

They got quiet and Santana stood up shakily. She needed to do something…something that would get her away from people.

"Kara. Kara, I'm going to that one spot to do that one thing. Don't let anyone to that spot." she said out of the corner of her mouth and walked away.

/

Santana lay in the grass, stargazing. She saw a few fireflies, but mainly stars. She got up slowly and saw the cliff below her. One false move and she could end her life.

She brushed the thought away. She wasn't suicidal.

But still…

"No." Santana scolded and walked away from the cliff. She closed her eyes and followed her ears to the waterfall. She smiled slightly at the spray that greeted her. She hopped down onto a ledge, and from there she ducked under the waterfall. It was another cave, but it wasn't very big. There was chalk that people used to write letters on. She read hers to herself and smiled regretfully.

Dear Santana,

I'm severely depressed. It haunts my dreams at night. I hope this place can make me better. I know the evidence that this is real will still hurt, and will probably be with me for the rest of my life. Dance says nature might help.

I'm broken.

~Santana

She grimaced. She grabbed a piece of chalk and wrote next to the original letter.

Dear Santana,

I'm still broken, but I'm mending.

~Santana

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