Hey, so thank you guys so much for the reviews! I got really happy reading them. :)
So, this is just a chapter in between, and I decided not to draw things out endlessly, because basically, I'm really bad at doing so. Now, I'm just thinking if I should bring a little relationship drama into this or just... not. Maybe you have suggestions.
Santana was standing on the side of the huge football field. She was nervous, but also very excited because many people were there who knew her.
But most importantly, her parents were there. They had never managed to stay and watch her practice. But today, they would finally see her.
The little eight year old raven haired girl had been cheering for almost a year now, for the Lima football team.
She was one of the youngest to ever cheer at a huge play like this. The other girls her age were very jealous.
Santana always was the best cheerleader. And everyone told her so.
Right before the game started, the little girl was starting to doubt that she could make it, and if she screwed up, everyone would see it.
Her mom and dad got to watch from the cheerleader stands, and she ran over to them.
"Mama, Papa, what if I don't make it? They will all laugh at me." She said with a pout.
Maribel kneeled down in front of the little girl and took her hands.
"Hey, Santanita, you know that if someone is going to make this, it's you. And even if you make a mistake, they won't care. We'll be standing here, cheering for you." She said and squeezed her hands reassuringly.
"Cree en ti mismo." Her father said, smiling and nodding at her.
She smiled and ran back to the cheerleading squad. Knowing, that when her parents believed in her, she could also believe in herself.
The other cheerleaders encouraged her as well.
And when she was out there to cheer, she wasn't afraid anymore, and she did everything right.
Afterwards everyone was proud of her and telling her how great she was.
The best thing was, her parents were proudest they'd ever been of her little daughter.
And she felt good, she told herself, that's how she always wanted to feel.
She became exasperated with you. You are a failure. You were too much.
Her father's words came to her mind, and that's what woke her up from the semi-sleep she was in.
Or maybe it was the buzzing of her phone.
She read: "Hey, Tana. Hope you're ready for our shower together, belive me, I need it! I'll be there at seven. xoxo - Quinn"
Santana didn't dare looking at the clock, but eventually she had to do so.
6:15
"Goddamnit!" She hissed and attempted to get up.
But of course, her whole body ached, badly. Way worse than a whole day of hardcore cheerleading practice.
So she stayed in her bed and thought of what to do.
She couldn't tell Quinn, but how would she hide it from her?
And by showering now, she would wash away the only evidence she had, to maybe move in on him.
But with him having it in for Quinn, there was nothing she could do.
Santana tried to get up again, this time slower. She felt every single inch of her body hurting.
Mostly she felt the stinging between her legs and she bit her lip, to keep from crying out.
She felt more like kicking herself, but it wouldn't have done any good. She could have just done something. She could have run away, and told Quinn to not get near him, not even into sniffing distance.
She walked into the bathroom and froze when she looked into the mirror. She hadn't expected it to look that bad.
"Oh god."
She whispered and looked her body over. Her whole body were different colors. Her wrists, neck, breasts, hips and thighs were full of bruises and bite marks. She could clearly see prints of his fingers trailing along her ribcage and upper arms.
Now she felt like crying again, but she bit it back.
She went into the shower and scrubbed every inch of her body at least three times, trying not to hurt herself too much during the process.
She thought it would make her feel better. But it didn't, she still felt fucked up.
After putting on her clothes, she checked which bruises still were visible. The ones on her wrist and the ones her - small but still existing - cleavage allowed visibility to.
She started applying make up over those places and they were hidden perfectly. The same worked out with her wrists.
When she was done, she smiled. But it felt fake, and worse, it looked fake. While staring at her lips she noticed, they also didn't look like Quinn had left them in the morning.
After applying some lip balm, she hoped her girlfriend wouldn't notice. She laughed when she repeated that sentence.
Her girlfriend not noticing. -Yeah, right.
She sat down on her bed again and saw she had five minutes left, so she decided to make a list in her head what and more important, what not to do.
Talk normal, don't seem depressed, in any way.
Don't let her get too close, she could see something.
Also, too close could mean touching.
Touching would mean her touching the bruises, which means pain.
Pain means involuntary flinching.
Which equals a highly suspicious Quinn, and we don't want that.
The doorbell rang and Santana walked downstairs, taking a deep breath she opened the door, seeing her girlfriend smiling happily.
She walked inside and gave Santana a welcome kiss. The dark-haired girl drew back too early and Quinn grimaced.
The blonde's face fell even more, when she saw that Santana had already showered.
While taking off her coat and shoes, she asked
"Did you shower already? I thought you wanted us so badly to take one together..."
That's when Santana realized she'd forgotten a really important thing. A story.
"Well, you know, I was... uhm, carrying some boxes upstairs, and I... I f-fell. I fell down the stairs. That's why my lip looks messed up, also." She nodded. "Yeah, and I was sweating and I couldn't wait, really."
"You really do need a bodyguard, don't you? But you're alright, aren't you?" When Santana nodded, she continued "What boxes, anyways?"
"Just some... o-old boxes with papers in them. Carlos wanted them in his office." Santana couldn't use dad. And she hoped she'd buy it.
"Okay, well, but you can join me, again, can't you?" She asked hoping the other girl would say yes.
Apparently the look on Santana's face said enough, because Quinn nodded.
"Alright, I'll go myself then. But you'll have to make that up in cuddling tonight."
The blonde said before walking up with Santana behind her.
'Perfect.' Santana thought to herself.
Quinn disappeared in the bathroom and the exhausted girl collapsed on her bed and cuddled into a pillow as much as possible and silently cried into it, and kept an ear on the shower.
She didn't really want to cry. It wasn't even hysterical crying. The tears just ran down her face.
When she didn't hear the shower anymore, she sat down, flattening herself against the bedpost.
Quinn came out of the shower and placed her clothes perfectly folded on the dresser.
Then she sat down next to her girlfriend and laid her hand lightly on her thigh. Santana was staring down at Quinn's hand and fully concentrated on not to wince.
"How was your day?"
The dark-haired girl just shrugged and sighed.
"How was your meeting?"
She hoped there was more to tell. But unfortunately, there wasn't.
"Boring, just boring people, nothing special. I would have rather been with you,"
"Believe me, me too..." Santana said, barely whispering while Quinn already went on.
"and basically that's it. Like I said, nothing special."
This was harder than Santana thought, not just the 'distracting' part, but also the 'keeping it together' one. Quinn was the only one who she had opened up to. Not being able to talk, really hurt.
She fake yawned and rubbed her eyes.
"Man, I'm really tired, I don't know why. Would you mind going to sleep already?"
The blonde raised her eyebrows.
"It's eight-thirty, Santana..." But when she didn't answer, she sighed. "Alright."
Santana moved her head over to give a kiss to the blonde, who placed her hands on Santana's waist.
Not hard, but hard enough to make her remember what was there. Hard enough to make her flinch.
That one move that probably screwed up everything - and while 'everything' wasn't being that believable anyways, this was bad.
Quinn slowly took her hands away and looked at Santana questioning.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" Santana tried, unsuccessfully.
"You just gave a jerk to me touching you...?" Her voice was calm but also suspecting.
"Yeah, maybe I also hit my hip, while falling, you know?"
"Okay, well let me see if it bruised, maybe you should go to a hospital, just to check."
Quinn already tried to get to Santana's shirt, which made her nervous and angry.
"Just stop it! I'm alright, I just want to sleep, is that too much to ask?" Santana said aloud.
The blonde immediately drew her hands back and nodded once.
"Alright, sleep. I'm not that tired, yet. I'll read."
Santana laid to her side, the pain was there, but she didn't want to face the blonde right now.
And that's how they stayed.
Quinn looking into her book, not really reading. Thinking about what was wrong with Santana. If it was just PMS or something else. If she did something wrong or something happened while she wasn't there.
Santana laying, closing her eyes, but not really sleeping. Thinking about how awful Quinn must have felt. If she'd soon have to tell her or she could keep the secret. And If she found out, what would happen?
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