"San... You need to wake up…"

Wake up…. How the fuck did I fall asleep? Santana shook her head as groggy thoughts started to fill her mind. Wait… Where the hell was she? Who the hell was waking her up…. Interrupt my sleep I'll interrupt your breathing! Who would be so stupid?

"San… Seriously. I don't have energy for this again"

Energy for this again? Huh? What the hell was going on? Why was this bed so hard…. Oh no… Another one night stand? Really….

"Santana Lopez!"

Brittany? Phew… that meant that Santana was at least in her room right? Or maybe…. The Floor of it? Santana opened her eyes lazily before wiping the drool that was sneaking out of her mouth. Yeah… She was right… The floor… What the- OUCH! MOTHER F…. Hangover? Again….

"Where the hell were you? I was worried sick!" Brittany cried out before throwing her car keys on the table. Where was she going…. Or where did she come from… Wait… what was the time?

"Could you keep it a bit down?" Santana mumbled as her head felt like it was cracking open… slowly…

"NO SANTANA! I WILL NOT!" Brittany shouted once more before she folded her arms across her chest. It had been almost 4 days…. Santana had just disappeared. Yes… She knew Santana was going through a rough time at the moment… but that's why she had friends. To help her though it…. There was no need to go on drunken binges, drinking, snorting and sleeping with hell knows what or who.

"Brittany… Please…" Santana cried as she passionately pleaded internally for the world to just swallow her whole. She really didn't need this right now….

"San…" Brittany sighed in frustration… "Do you know how it feels? When you go off for that long… I don't know whether to call the police or the morgue… Every year you get worse. You're going to kill yourself!"

"I'm here aren't I?" Santana grumbled before she forced her body up, Nausea suddenly gripping her. How was she suppose to fight back when she could blow chunks at any second? Gawd… Maybe her body did need a rest… Then again… Rest is for the dead….

"Yes… Santana but one day you won't be. And that's what scares me…." Brittany growled before grabbing her keys once more.

"Oh, Would you stop being soooooooo dramatic" Santana laughed cruelly before running her hands through her throbbing head. Was it a bad thing that her last memory was last week? Maybe… "Live hard… die young… It's not like anyone expects anything more from me"

Wait… What – Santana suddenly felt light headed as her top-lip seemed heavy… Santana wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and started to laugh hysterically as she saw the blood smear on her skin. Really?...

"Are you okay?" Brittany suddenly grasped before Santana's eyesight blurred….

"Yeah…" Santana slurred before collapsing.

"Santana!" Was the last thing Santana heard before she felt the cold embrace of the floor once more.

White noise resounded through her ears as she tried to look around. Santana couldn't help but realize how calm she suddenly felt… This is why she always pushed the boundaries. Between the jump and the ground… There was always that hang-time where you felt nothing…. You were numb. Numb of the pain… the memories… the lies… the guilt… just free…

Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n Roll could not give you this feeling…. They were only the tools used to get you there…

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The Next Day

"Wow…. Uhm…. Wha…" William started to Babble as Quinn walked in.

"Morning William" Quinn stated innocently before taking a seat next to Rachel who nearly choked. Quinn could still feel Will's eyes burning into her body as she crossed her legs, looking at Rachel.

"Are you okay?" Quinn whispered as Rachel clutched at her throat for air.

Rachel nodded her head and closed her eyes to swallow. Could this reaction be due to the fact that Quinn was dressed to kill today? Perhaps… Since most the men were drooling and all the women were shooting her death glares. Her short pencil shirt emphasized every curve of her body- ending mid-thigh, White tailored shirt and Killer heels to match… She was every High school boys wet dream… Perhaps a tad cliché… But? It seemed to be working.

"You look amazing" Rachel suddenly blurted out as soon as she finished taking a few laboured breathes. Perhaps Rachel had a little Teacher-Fetish too?

"Oh… Thanks… I just threw it on today." Quinn replied indifferently, trying to hid her smile. Santana beware!

"What's the occasion?" William piped in, as she sat right next to Quinn, almost entering her personal space…. Seriously? What was he trying to do? Smother her? Back off… Gawd…. No she remembered why she had lost her taste for dressing like this. The over eager men….

"Like I said… Just threw it on" Quinn repeated with a superficial smile.

"You're going to be quite the distraction today" Rachel mumbled slightly before raising an eyebrow at William.

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"What's up with Brittany?" Puck whispered, while typing on his phone. Completely obvious to the pain which was running through every inch of Santana's body.

Santana was vaguely aware of Puck's presence as she rested her head in her arms, refusing to raise her aching head.

"She's pissed at me again" Santana retorted back in irritation.

Yeah…. She was in quite a state yesterday… What can she say? But everyone knows the only way to get rid of a hangover is to drink some more. Though Brittany now refused to speak to her….

"Well… you did just disappear San. And the whole blood nose thing… It just freaked her out."

It's not like Santana died right?

"My body was just tired" Santana replied in agitation.

Puck simply rolled his eyes at her statement and continued playing on his voice until the classroom door suddenly opened

What was it with these people?…Santana just needed a cold shower and sleep…. Yeah… It sucked that she had to be sitting in class right now, but ey… She wouldn't want to piss Britt-Britt off even more.

Atleast Santana was still breathing Right?...

"For the Love of-" Puck gasped….

Wrong….

As soon as she lifted her eyes Santana's lungs constricted…..

"Morning Class…." Quinn greeted, her eyes moving over the classroom.

"What the…." Santana whispered before biting her bottom-lip.

Was it just her or was this classroom suddenly unnaturally hot?... So… So… Hot…

Santana tried to tear her eyes away… but it was futile. Like every other student sitting in this room… she was hypnotized by the embodiment of sex wrapped up in a costume reserved for high-end pornified fantasies.

Ms. Fabray….

For the Love of Breadstix…

You… Me… Your desk… NOW!

This was the only sentence which ran through Santana's mind currently.

"It there a reason why you are staring at me like a piece of meat Noah?" Quinn asked innocently as she placed her papers on her desk.

"Because I'd love to eat you… " Puck suddenly exclaimed before grinning.

"Ah. Cannibalism… Not something I would've pegged you for Noah" Quinn retorted indifferently as she fiddled with her papers, making Santana's eyes dart to the back of her exposed thighs. Did this woman know what she was doing to Santana? It's like slow, visual torture….

"I meant sexually" Puck replied cockily.

"Somehow that sounds more gruesome" Quinn finally dead-panned, making the class burst out in a fit of giggles.

Santana threaded her hands through her hair before casting her eyes down.

This was going to be a long day….