I don't own Glee

Santana's POV...

Rachel and me were in bed. She was holding me. I rubbed her kunkles with my thumbs. "Can I stay with you?" I asked rolling over to meet her eyes. She nodded with a small smile. There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Rachel said sitting up and putting me on her lap. Quinn came in with Brittany. "Mom said we all need to stay here tonight." "Why?" Asked Rachel. "Your room is the safest." Replied Quinn. I started feeling sleepy. I fell asleep.

Rachel's POV...

I smiled at Santana and laid back back down with her. She cuddled into me more. I yawned and dozed off. I woke up to yelling. I got up and walked downstairs. I hide in the shodows. I saw dad and mom. I growled and shifted. I jumped on dad, pinning him to the ground. I growled. "Rachel!" My mom yelled at me with anger. I looked at her. I backed off, whimpering. I shifted back. I got up and went to the basement. I locked myself in and sat in the comer crying. I heard mom kick dad out and went back up. I cried harder. I hugged myself. I closed my eyes and saw her face. "NO!" I yelled banging the wall. I got up and put a punching bag up. I started to hit it. It was morning and I broke 30 punching bags. I looked at my hands and saw that they were covered in blood. I sighed and kept punching. I broke this one and then went up. I cleaned my hand and covered them. I ate a bowl of cereal and then went to my room. I saw everyone was gone. I went to moms room and saw that she was gone. I whimpered and fell to the ground and started crying.