A/N: Sorry this one took so long. No song this time, and no sex. Sorry. I thought this story deserved some, like, details. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to all the readers and reviewers. I always appreciate it.

Warnings: I don't own Glee or any of the characters or any of the songs I may use. This will include lesbian sex, maybe some hetero but it's not likely. Possibly Finn bashing.

Straddle splits are hard. After one solo routine, one singing back-up, and three dancing back up, it's just plain not fun. So when my final routine came to a close, and I wasn't truly in the best state of mind, I wasn't in the best position to be performing a straddle split in 6 inch heels. The male dancer was laying below me and I got a very tight feeling in my stomach. Looking back, that should have told me not to try the split but I had to.

Eventually I'd noticed that every so often Rachel would glance back to the stage but her focus was really on this boy. It ticked me off, and even the stage manager saw how on edge it had me, I'd fumbled through a couple of routines. I spread my legs, swung my hips, and held my hands over my head as I was supposed to and then my heart stopped when I went down. Time froze for an instant and this, of course, would be the time for Rachel to look up. I felt something odd under my heel and I went down to fast, rather than sliding down and putting my hands on the mans chest slowly I landed with a thud, her groaned mildly but I felt pain shoot up my leg.

The only other time I'd felt that was when Coach Sylvester had me do the very same split in the air, to be caught by the ankles and I'd suffered. My vision went white as the song ended, but I couldn't hear it over the sound of my heart pounding. The curtain fell and I clenched my teeth, knowing if I didn't I wouldn't be able to stop from screaming.

The dancer below me shifted uncomfortably, "San?"

I whimpered as he jostled me.

"Well, I know we did well but maybe this celebration shouldn't happen on stage," he grinned.

I lifted my hand to hit him and he obviously flinched but so did I. The motion moved me far to much and I finally cried out, falling forward on the dancer and gasped onto his hot oiled chest. The experience could not have gotten worse. The stage manager came and started questioning me, after getting me off the other dancer, of course. I couldn't speak but after some nods and shakes he deduced that I'd pulled something and suggested I go to the hospital.

"Do not move me," I growled as the dancer from the stage and another approached me.

They looked a bit terrified of me, but one finally said "But Santana we have to, it could be bad."

I scowled, "Not as bad as your faces will be if you even think of touching me."

"Please, we'll be gentle."

"No."

"Don't take her, let her lose the leg. Maybe we can build on our more peculiar fan-base." the stage manager finally cut in.

I groaned, knowing I'd have to cave.

The man approached me and lifted my chin to face him, totally unaffected by my scowl, "Sweety, either go with them or lose your leg, it's your choice really."

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"Ow, Cristo Jesús, maldito idiota!" I shouted to no one in particular. I winced at every turn and shouted at every speed bump. I knew the guys were doing there best not to hurt me but at the time their best wasn't good enough. I guess I was even aware that my phone was buzzing in my bag but that was the least of my worries.

Eventually the bright lights of the hospital came into view and I let up a silent prayer, thanking any god who'd listen that I was finally here. One dancer came to the side and carried me in, he'd quickly learned to ignore my cursing and threats as he carried me to a counter with a nurse who looked as about as excited as I felt.

"She hurt her leg, we need to see a doctor," this might have been the first thing I didn't disapprove of all night.

"There's an hour wait," she said it like she was telling me the time of day, like I'd just move on.

My jaw dropped, "An hour, bitch I'm in pain. This isn't fun, this hur-"

The dancer clapped his hand over my mouth, I had to give him credit because he did it with one hand and hardly even moved me, "Thank you, uh, forms right?"

She nodded and placed the board on my lap, I was to busy clawing the mans hand to really take it.

He carried me to the seats full of other people, waiting for assistance, and sat me down. I filled out the forms in an fast and angry scrawl. I thought I'd been mad when the nurse said I'd have to wait an hour to be seen, well, I was livid upon the realization I'd been in the waiting room for two hours. My companion, playing with his phone alerted me to my upcoming break, he said I could take as long as I needed. I groaned before continuing my own angry grumbling.

The doctor finally deemed me worthy of his presence and pretty much ruined my night. Apparently I'd pulled my groin and hamstring. I wouldn't be dancing for at least a month. That darkened my mood, and the dancers noticed. The ride to my place was silent, aside from my constant groaning. I was carried inside and decided I just wanted to suffer on my couch.

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A soft knocking at my door woke me up. I groaned and tried to move but that only jolted me from any remaining sleep as a pain shot up my leg once more. I had to catch my breath and glare at the door before I responded, "Who the hell is banging at my door like a maniac at," I checked my phone and was shocked at the 17 text messages, "5 in the god damn morning?"

"Rachel." She said it like I hadn't told her off.

I was torn between wanting her here and not, but if there were ever a time I'd want to cuddle it was now.

"Key's on the door-frame," I shouted and adjusted myself back on the couch slowly.

I heard a small grunt, fabric brushing on the door, and a small thud, several times before the lock turned and the door opened. The lights turned on and Rachel made her way to the couch to see what happened.

"I couldn't find you after the show and someone said you were hurt."

"I went to the hospital," I groaned and put my weight on my arm, trying to lower my legs and sit up but Rachel just sat and pulled my head on her lap.

She stroked my hair as I rolled onto my back slowly to look up at her, "Oh, and what happened?"

"Pulled my hamstring and groin."

"Oh my. That's horrible. Did it happen on stage? Your performances all seemed fine, except that last split," now hardly seems like the time for criticism.

"Oh, so you saw, I thought my show was distracting you from your conversations," I didn't mean for that to come out as harsh as it did.

"What do you mean by that?" her hand pulled back from my hair.

I turned my head away, my eyebrows knitting, as much as I wanted to I couldn't back out now, "You didn't seem all that interested, flirting with your friend and all."

I don't quite know what I expected but it definitely wasn't the quick rising and falling, I turned my head back to see Rachel covering her mouth and laughing.

"What the hell's so funny, Berry?"

She finally calmed enough to uncover her mouth, "That was one of my former co-stars."

She felt the tenseness of my jaw and saw the arch in my eyebrow, this only spurred on her laughter, "One of the earlier ones. Before I got out of my shell."

That didn't appease me as I turned my head again, scowling at the darkened television.

She started stroking my hair once more and my jaw slackened a bit,"Puck was right."

I didn't even know where that came from, "'Bout what?"

The hand in my hair slid forward to brush my cheek as Rachel turned my head to look back up at her. She leaned down to brush her lips over mine and any remaining stress on my jaw was gone, her gentle lips departed from mine and made their way to my ear where she nibbled the lobe before saying "You're very possessive."

I moaned and slid my hands into her hair to pull her lips back to mine, "And why shouldn't I be?"

She laughed at that and nibbled my lip, "Because I'm not yours."

I took a bit longer to reply as her hand made it's way to my chest, "What if I want you to be?"

She stopped and I panicked, my heart was beating out of my chest and I swallowed a hard lump in my throat, I didn't relax until she began sliding her hand up under my shirt, "Then you're going to be sorely disappointed."

I pulled back from the kiss slowly but she didn't exactly stop. I'd strayed from my norm of one night stands and become this girls booty call, it wasn't exactly bad, but somewhere I just started to think of this as more than it was. Rachel wasn't mine, but she did want me, at least what we could do together. A slight numbness overtook me as she pushed my shirt up to take my nipple into her mouth. I moaned more out of instinct than pleasure.

"Stop," I cut her off as she moved farther onto the couch next to me.

She pulled back and a look of panic crossed her face, "San I'm sorry, I'm just not looking for a rel-"

I pressed my lips to hers hard, I knew where she was going, I wanted to take that path but I wouldn't let myself, "I'm in no shape for sex."

She relaxed and I kissed her again more gently, "Oh. Alright."

"You aren't mine, doesn't matter. We can't still have fun."

"Yeah," she said it a bit hesitantly but continued her earlier task, although she took it more slowly, enjoying the pace rather than speeding through to a goal that she wouldn't reach tonight. It felt good, really good, but not as good as it could have been. I felt numb, I could only have so much of Rachel, so I'd savor what I got.