(Thanks to my lovely Beta Stephanie. Thanks again for all the comments, I hope you enjoy.)

"Santana." Kurt exclaimed into his iphone, "I really need you to pick up your phone. You've been gone a week. Everyone's really worried, Mr. Schuester can't get ahold of your parents... Brittany is really, really scared." Kurt sighed, "Okay. Please call me. Or Brittany."

Santana sighed as she pulled into the parking lot of WMHS. She parked in her regular space and took her keys out of the ignition. Grabbing her backpack out of her trunk she threw it onto her shoulder. She walked through the front doors and signed herself in at the office. Taking a deep breath she walked to the choir room and pushed open the door.

"Oh my god. SANTANA" Kurt yelled as she more or less pushed Rachel over scrambling to get to the Latina. "Your okay!"

"Yeah, I'm okay." She replied, allowing the boy to hug her. He pulled her into the room and she looked around. Rachel was looking at her with disdain, Mr. Schue wore his typical look of apprehensive admiration, but there was more people in the glee rehearsal then when she left. She looked over the faces and her breath caught when she saw a familiar tuft of blond ponytail mixed with red polyester.

"Brit." She whispered, letting go of Kurt and stumbling to the blond. Brittany looked up, her crystal eyes reflected hurt and betrayal.

"Hey." Brittany stammered, waging a war with herself trying to not to latch onto Santana for dear life. "I have..I have to go." Brittany shot up and ran out of the room, with Santana following close behind.

"Brittany. Please." Santana pleaded, causing the blond to stop and turn. Santana walked closer, but still refraining to touch the girl. "I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't have left like that. Santana, we...I had no idea where you went!" Brittany exclaimed, her eyes welled up with tears. "I was scared you'd never come back."

"B." Santana whispered, reaching up and letting her thumbs brush against Brittany's tears. "I'm so sorry. I was wrong, how I left was wrong. I should have... I don't know."

"Called me? I mean damnit Santana, you were gone for a week. My mom was calling the police...but i couldn't remember your license plate number. I called you a thousand times, your parents a thousand times and still no answer."

"I went to Chicago."

"I assumed."

"I couldn't let her die without knowing that someone actually loved her." Santana replied, her hands dropping from Brittany's face. "My parents never went to Chicago. I haven't talked to them since I left."

"Santana, I'm sorry." Brittany sighed, looking at the fractured shell of the girl she loves. "I wish I could've been there for you, that you'd let me in."

"It's not your problem."

"Of course it's my problem, Santana! I love you, you mean everything to me… and you keep deciding not to include me in your life." Brittany yells, at this point Mr. Schuester and the rest of the glee club were listening to the fight taking place outside the door. "You are part of my family, I love you, and every-time something happens in your life you decided I'm too fragile to handle it."

"It's not like that, B" Santana tries to argue.

"Yes it is! You never told me about your sister being sick, you never tell me how much it hurts you that your parents ignore and use you, and you never even let me care for you when your sister died. You shut me out the minute something real happens." Brittany exclaims, before she runs away down the hall leaving Santana standing in the wake. Santana turns around and sees the gapping onlookers. She flings the choir room doors open and shoulder checks Rachel who tried to give her fake sympathy.

"Don't fucking touch me Berry" She spat, grabbing her bag and storming back out the room.

Over the rest of the week, Brittany kept her distance from Santana... which was hard since she had joined Glee as well. Santana sat in glee and tried not to stare at the blond and tried not to kill Rachel. Santana walked out of the choir room when they had break and leaned against the wall.

"At this point shouldn't you strap on an acoustic guitar, shave your head, and go on tour with Lilth Fair?" Sue said curtly as she walked up to Santana.

"Whatever, Sue." Santana spat as she pushed off from the wall. "Do you need something, or are you just trying to make someone else's life as miserable as yours... because guess what, I'm already there."

"Trouble in queer paradise? You're little lovers spat is screwing up my practices."

"I thought you wanted Brittany off the Cheerios?"

"I do, but on my accord. Not because she's having dyke drama with a trailer park whore like you." At that Santana snapped. All the anger she had been feeling towards her family, her sister, herself and the world came flooding out.

"Screw you, Sylvester. The only reason you are here is because you blackmailed Figgins. You can't take that Mr. Schuester is more talented than you and Glee is going to be amazing compared your freaking cheerios." Santana walked up to Sue, barely coming up to her shoulder and starred her down. "Leave Brittany out of whatever self hating homophobia you have. Brittany is the most talented cheerleader you have and you WILL lose if you kick her off. If I hear that you are pressuring her to go, or treating her any different than anyone else or threatening her. I. will cause you problems. You have no idea what I'm capable of when someone threatens someone I love."

"Love" Sue scoffs.

"Yeah, Sue. Something you've never even dreamed of." Santana smirks, pulling back away from the Goliath.

"Don't screw with me, Sylvester." Santana turns around and walks back down the music hall. She turns the corner and sees her blond standing in the hall.

"B." Santana said, looking around to see if anyone else had heard her threaten a teacher.

"Did you mean it?"

"... Mean what?"

"Did you mean that you would stand up to Ms. Sylvester for me?"

"Of course, B" Santana smiled, walking closer to the girl. She timidly took her hand, "I'd do anything for you. I love you."

Brittany looked down at their hands; Santana began to feel awkward and tried to pull away. When Brittany felt her pulling away she pulled her arms around the smaller girl's body. Santana let out a stifled sigh when she relaxed into Brittany's arms.

"Are we gonna be okay, Santana?" Brittany whispered into Santana's neck.

"I'm gonna try to make everything okay again. I promise you." Santana pulled her arms tighter around Brittany's waist relishing in having the girls arms around her again. "I love you, Brittany."