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"Mija we're home!" Santana's mother's voice rang throughout the house. "Mija?" Maria put down her bags and walked up the steps to Santana's room. "Mija?" she asked as she knocked on Santana's door. When she opened it she saw an unconscious Santana lying on the bed clutching a bottle of vodka with many other empty bottles on the floor and bed around her. "CARLOS GET UP HERE NOW!" she screamed as she ran over to Santana's side, she threw the bottle and grabbed Santana and began to rock her in her arms. Carlos made it up to his daughter's room and saw the medical emergency happening before his eyes. "Maria, I need you to run downstairs and call 911." When she didn't move he shouted it at her this time. Finally she moved and Carlos took her place and began examining Santana. A few seconds later Maria was back in Santana's room, "What's wrong with her? Is she breathing? Is sh-sh- she dead?" she cried even harder at the thought.

"No, she's not dead. She has alcohol poising and is in a coma," he shifted his gaze from Santana to Maria, "I need you to help me get her to the bathroom."

Maria nodded and together they picked Santana up and carried her to the bathroom. "Ok I need her to throw up so if you don't want to see this you could go wait for the paramedics downstairs."

Once again Maria nodded and went downstairs.

"Ok Santana here we go." Carlos held her body with her head over the toilet and put his fingers down her throat successfully making her throw up the contents of her stomach. Very soon after, the paramedics arrived and took Santana to the hospital.

She was still unresponsive when she arrived at the hospital, her parents feared the worst. They rushed her back and began pumping her stomach to get rid of the bile. Finally the alcohol was out of her system and all they had to do now was wait for her to wake up.

They cleaned her up, put her in a fresh bed in her room, and the waiting game began. Doctors came in and out every hour or so to check her vitals and see if anything had changed, nothing had. Maria and Carlos never left her side.

A few days went by and Santana was lying in the hospital bed still comatose. Maria and Carlos were in the room watching her when Santana's doctor, Dr. Tallman, walked in "Dr. Lopez," he nodded his head, "and Mrs. Lopez." she nodded her head. "So Dr. Lopez can I talk to you out in the hall?"

Carlos took his wife's hand and kissed it, "I'll be right back."

Once in the hallway Dr. Tallman began, "Santana is doing fine her vitals are all good and she should wake up at any time."

Dr. Lopez nodded, "Good good."

"If you hadn't of come home when you did Santana probably would have died." Dr. Tallman said bluntly. "I know this seems bad but it's actually… well I hate to say good but it is, she's alive and her body is trying to repair its self-that's why she is still comatose."

"Oh yes I know that's why I'm glad we found her when we did."

"Yes well I'm glad you did too Santana is a great kid." He smiled, "Well that's all I have right now so when she wakes up we'll run a couple test and you will be free to go."

"Thank you Dr. Tallman."

"No problem."

A few hours later Santana woke up. She had been in a coma since Saturday it was Wednesday when she woke up. It took a while for her eyes to adjust the room was pitch black, except for the lights from the monitors, it must have been the middle of the night judging by how dark it was outside. She looked to the side and saw her mother lying in a chair fast asleep completely oblivious to her daughter waking up.

She rubbed her head 'what the hell happened' she thought. 'I remember the phone call then crying a lot then going downstairs to the liquor cabinet but the rest is just a blur.' Her stomach growled like she hadn't eaten in days. She tried to move and hit the nurse call button but with all the needles in her and tubes attached to she was restricted she barely made a small groan and her mother started to stir.

Maria stretched and rubbed her eyes, "Santana?"

Santana lifted her head, "Hi Mama." she said sheepishly.

Maria ran to her side and began stoking her hair, "What happened to you mija?"

Santana thought back to her fight with Brittany and tears began to pool in her eyes, "Sh-she…"

"Shhhh," Maria cooed, "we have plenty of time for you to tell us. Let's just get you home."


Hours later Santana was in a wheelchair being wheeled to the exit by her father. They got in the car and started home. The car ride was silent and tense, Santana knew she was in trouble and would be punished but she didn't know to what extent. Finally they pulled into the driveway and went inside.

Santana was about to make it up the stairs when he mother stated to speak, "Later today we will discuss the events that took place this weekend and what your punishment will be."

Santana turned around, normally she would argue but she didn't feel like it anymore, "Okay." she went up to her room and was shocked at what she saw. Her room was a total mess. All the pictures of them together or just pictures of her were on the floor and broken. The empty bottles of alcohol were on the floor. The sheets, the comforter, and pillows were off the bed and on the floor. Santana had become a monste and she actually scared herself.

She cleaned up her room and decided to climb back in bed and sleep. She woke up around twelve to an empty house completely alone; her parents evidently went on to work and left Santana home alone hopefully she wouldn't relapse into the monster she was on Friday. She tried not to think about this weekend and put it behind so she busied herself and started cleaning the house hoping that would distract her and maybe make her punishment less.

Santana cleaned and cleaned until she was pretty sure her fingers were raw. She went back to her room and lounged on the bed watching tv. She looked over and found her phone. She gulped but picked it up anyway. She expected text messages, missed calls, voicemails or something from her saying how sorry she was but when she unlocked the screen all she saw was her background picture which was them at the beach smiling in the summer sun. She threw the phone against the wall shattering it completely. She took a deep breath and smiled. 'This is the new Santana Lopez' she thought. 'And the new Santana Lopez needs a plan.'

She rummaged around her room looking for a pad of paper and a pen. When she found it she headed the paper "The new Santana Lopez plan" skip a line "Step 1. Get a job." skip a line "Step 2. Graduate High School." skip a line "Step 3. Plane for college." That's all she could think of for right now; those are the most important things in her life at the moment. After she would complete each step she would think of another one to keep her busy. The ultimate goal of the new Santana Lopez plan, the thing that all the steps she is taking is leading up to, is to forget Brittany S. Pierce.


Her mother came home first. She walked into the kitchen and started on dinner. Santana walked in and sat down at the island and watched her mother cook.

"So Santana I see you cleaned today, that is much appreciated."

"Well I was bored so why not do something productive."

That was all that was said until Dr. Lopez got home and they ate dinner, Santana thought it was strange that they didn't bring up what happened, she was beginning to think it was all just some crazy dream then her mother spoke up, "So Santana are you going to tell us what happened?"

Santana looked down at her plate and pushed her green beans around the plate.

"Santana your mother asked you a question," Her father said looking up from his plate to stare at her when she didn't respond he said again, "Come now it is rude not to answer a question especially when it's your mother who asked it."

Santana kept her head down, "Brittany broke—" her voice broke. She cleared her throat and tried again, "Brittany broke up with me." She picked her head up and locked eyes with her mother who mouthed" I'm sorry" then went back to eating.

Carlos looked at her, "And…" he said while gesturing with his hands.

"Then I got really depressed and broke into the liquor cabinet and drank it dry."

Silence filled the room.

"That's all I remember so I was hoping you could fill in the blanks."

"Well," her father started, "we came home and your mother found you unconscious in your room, she called 911 and I had to make you throw up so some of the alcohol that was in your stomach. The ambulance arrived took you to the hospital they pumped your stomach then you were in coma for four days."

Silence again filled the room.

"You will get a job and repay for the alcohol you consumed, your car, computer, and cell phone privileges will be taken away for three weeks."

"Well I kinda broke my phone so…"

"You will buy yourself another phone then."

"Are we done here?"

"Santana drop the attitude and yes we are finished."

"Fine." she said as she slid her chair back and ran upstairs to her room.


The next morning she woke up, got ready, and went to school. She was walking through to her locker when she heard Quinn yell, SANTANA LOPEZ! Where have you been?"

Santana smiled weakly and Quinn knew exactly what happened.

"Oh God, why would she—?"

Santana cut her off, "I don't know it's over so let's not talk about it."

Quinn nodded then said, "Can you leave out what happened with her and just fill in the other details?"

Santana agreed and told Quinn everything that she remembered and what her father filled in for her. Quinn was in shock at what had happened to her best friend. "You should've called me S, I would have helped you."

"I was going to on Friday when she called me but I just wanted to be alone."

"Well that's understandable," Quinn pulled her in for a hug, "I'm just glad you are getting better."

"Yeah Q, me too."


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