The next morning, Santana and Alex got ready for school in silence. It was Friday, and both of them couldn't wait until the weekend. Santana because she was going to Kennywood in Pennsylvania with the Glee Club to enter a competition. Alex because she hated school. She had to pretend to be someone she wasn't, and really hated being in Glee Club. But, she couldn't even really look forward to the weekend because Mr. Shuester was making her go and watch the Glee Club.

Alex and Santana got to school, and managed not to see each other until the end of the day in Glee Club. Santana gave Alex a warning glance, and Alex forced herself to act happy. She smiled somewhat convincingly at Brittany, who waved back contently.

In Glee Club, Alex mostly sat in the back of the classroom and didn't really say anything. Every once in a while she would crack a smirk at a snide comment made by Puck, or when Artie was being extra sassy, but other than that, everyone kind of forgot that she was there.

Alex was glad that she was forgotten in class. It gave her time to think. It also made Brittany happy that she was there, which in turn put Santana in a better mood.

Alex had actually almost dozed off when she heard her name being called from the front of the classroom. Her head jerked up in surprise and she blinked the tiredness away from her eyes. Brittany was staring hopefully at her from the makeshift performance area in front of the chairs.

"Will you sing with me?" The blonde asked again, noticing that Alex hadn't been paying attention when she asked the first time. Alex hesitated before nodding. She really had no other choice.

Santana straight up glared at Alex as she made her way to the front of the classroom. It was possibly the meanest look she had ever given anyone. The fourteen year old noticed and then looked away immediately.

"Uh, what do you want to sing?" Alex asked nervously. She could feel everyone staring at her.

"How about 'It Will Rain'? I like Bruno Mars. It's amazing her doesn't speak Martian." Brittany said.

Everyone in the room chuckled to themselves at the brainless comment. Brittany shrugged and then nodded at the band, who began playing.

Alex sang through the pop song with Brittany, their voices merging together nicely. She wasn't quite sure why Brittany had wanted to sing with her, but she wish she hadn't. Alex knew she was going to get chewed out by Santana when they got home. If Santana would even drive her home.

After the duet was finished, everyone clapped, except Santana of course, and Alex returned to her spot in the back of the room.

The end of the day bell rang and Alex ran out of the classroom. She threw her books in her locker, grabbed the hoodie she had worn that morning, and then burst out into the parking lot. She sprinted past Santana's car, her ankle lighting up with pain, and then didn't slow until she reached the road. Alex jogged down the sidewalk, towards her house.

Santana waited in her car for 10 minutes before peeling out. She was absolutely livid, and her sympathy for Alex the night before had been forgotten. The little bitch deserved the way she was being treated. You don't just go and sing with anther girl's girlfriend like that. Especially a song about love.

Santana got to her house and was pleased to find it empty. Her mother must be working late again, which Santana found lucky. Now she could fully explode on Alex, and not have to worry about her mother over hearing any of the expletive things she was planning to say.

Alex took her time getting home, and it ended up being about an hour and 15 minutes before she walked cautiously in the door. The house was silent, which added to her anxiety.

Venturing into the kitchen, Alex felt her heart leap into her chest when she saw Santana sitting calmly at the table. The folded piece of notebook paper was residing in her hands.

"Have a seat Alex." Santana said, keeping her voice calm no matter how much she wanted to scream at the girl.

Alex obeyed immediately, her eyes flickering to and from Santana.

"You really crossed a line today-" Santana was cut off.

"I'm really sorry Santana. I didn't want to sing with her." Alex said quickly, searching the Latina's eyes for any sign of forgiveness. She found none.

"You may not have wanted to, but I came up with a way to make sure you never do it again." Santana replied, a tone of bitchyness in her voice.

"You see, if you ever do anything like that ever, I'm taking this note straight to my mother. And she will kick you out. Am I understood?" The Latina explained, fiddling with the white sheet of paper.

Alex nodded slowly, then looked up at Santana. "I get why you hate me Santana. I really do. But you should know something. I haven't exactly had an easy life. For starters, my father is a rapist. I've been in countless different foster homes, where I've met some very unpleasant people. People who did things to me. So the way you treat me really isn't anything I'm not used to." The younger of the two said. Her voice cracked several times and tears glistened in her eyes. She wiped them away and then quickly stood up.

"Very nice pity party you threw yourself there." Santana called after Alex as she went up the stairs. But that's not how she felt at all. The Latina had a pretty good idea what "things" were done to the girl. And now she felt like an even bigger bitch. Santana began to question how long she could keep the act up when she remembered Brittany. Oh yeah, she could keep it up because Alex kept coming between her and her girlfriend.

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