Hi! Well someone suggested a one-shot about Dani's problems from the past. Here it is and if some of you want sexy times I can make a part two where it turns to romantic love making and stuff.

ENJOY!

Title: Problems

Summary: Dani shows up at Santana's house to talk and she opens up to her about her problems from the past.

Rated: T

Santana's POV

Who the hell would be knocking on the door at this time? It's 2 in the morning! I need to get my beauty sleep. I stood up and walked over to the door opening it finding my girlfriend standing there in tears.

"Dani? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?" I immediately starting looking for any sign of injuries but didn't see any. She hugged me tightly and started sobbing. What's wrong with her? I lead her to my room and lock the door before sitting on the bed with her in my lap. "Now, do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" After a few seconds she stopped crying and wrapped her arms around me snuggling her face in my neck. She's so adorable!

"I-My dad called. He said he wants me to come back home but I can't. It'll just bring back the memories of all the bullying. I can't handle it." She sobbed out tears falling onto my neck. I tightened my arms around her waist and pulled her impossibly close. Who would ever dream on bullying Dani? She's beautiful, funny, and cute and has a sexy body.

"Bullying? Your dad called? Babes, how about you take a deep breath, drink a glass of water and then calmly explain to me what happened. I can't make you feel better if you don't calm down." She finally got her breathing under control so I stood up and went to get her water. When I came back she was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard. "Here you go." I gave her the water and sat down in front of her.

"Thank you." She said in quiet, broken voice. Gosh, she must really be hurt. After a minute or so she sighed and looked at me and started talking. "During high school I was, um, bullied a lot. Everyone used to call me names and play pranks on me but the one word that always hurt me the most was 'fat'. Everyone used that same word over and over again and it caused me having a lot of problems that no one cared about either. I started, you know, cutting myself, making myself vomit and things like that." What the hell? What kind of person would do that? Then I realise I'm that kind of person. At least I used to be. I instantly feel guilty even if it wasn't me who did it. She took a shaky deep breath and another sip of her water before continuing. "I had an eating disorder. I used to skip meals and if I ate anything I would almost immediately puke it out. Not eating didn't help with all the blood I was losing by self-harm and like any normal teenager I also went to drugs and alcohol for healing. I am also bipolar and all of those add up with being a lesbian. All of that gave people the perfect reasons to bully me." By now tears were silently falling down her cheeks. I moved closer to her and wiped her tears.

"That still doesn't give people the reason to hurt someone like they hurt you." I said kinda trying to convince myself too that I shouldn't have bullied all those people in high school. She took another deep breath and continued. "There was this one girl, Katy. She was the only other lesbian at my school and she was bullied for that too. We had that one thing in common so we started hanging out. She helped me become better and she kinda healed me. I would say she was my rock. I really loved her. She was my first kiss, she took my v-card, she was my first love, she was my first everything but then, I had to leave. My parents caught us making out in the basement and they didn't know that I was a lesbian. I really tried but I couldn't handle staying. I had to leave. I left Katy and never looked back. Today my dad called me and asked me to come back. All the memories came back and I just had the sudden urge or hurt myself again so I came here before I could do anything. I just can't go back. I can't face my parents, I can't face the bullies, I can't face the memories…I can't face Katy." She said the last sentence in a whisper. I can't believe how much she's been through. I hug her tight against my body and she's now fully sobbing into my chest. I whisper in her ear;

"I'm so sorry."

Well! I really like this one! I think I could make this one like a short story! What do you think? Of course it would be separate to the one-shot stories. Maybe Dani could go back to her parents with Santana to keep her strong so she can say her last goodbyes before coming back to New York? She could see Katy again and stuff. What do you think? Gimme ideas of what to call the story if you want me to do it. Please comment and review your ideas and requests!

Thank you!