The room smelled musty and old like it had been unlived in for years. Everything felt so new and so old at the same time. The bare floorboards creaked with every step she took as she inched her way closer to the bed and ran her hand over the rough fabric covering the mattress.
This was nothing like her room at home.
The walls were painted a tattered shade of white. She wasn't sure if it was just an old and faded shade of white or intentionally painted to look yellowish. Even thought it was brighter than her bedroom at home, at least technically but the oak furniture and the eggshell paint did nothing to fix the churning in her stomach.
She'd never feel at home here.
Santana heard the steps against the old floorboard before she heard the door creak open. The much brighter lights of the hallway leaked into "her" room as a body slipped in through the crack in the door.
"Here you go, hun." The women Santana had been introduced to as Nicole held out a few handfuls of brightly colored fabrics. They looked like something she had stolen out of Quinn's closet.
Santana grabbed the first fabric, a cotton yellow dress with blue and pink daisies on it. She was sure she was visibility cringing when she held the fabric out in front of her.
"Men wear v-necks and sweatpants. You need to start wearing more feminine clothes here." She whispered.
Maybe if she hadn't been shivering she would have put in more of a protest but she was sure she'd have put on a potato sack if it meant changing into something dry.
After she returned from the bathroom in her new clothes she found that Nicole had hung out the rest of her new wardrobe. All the new dresses were carbon copies of the one she was already wearing.
"We can get you come more clothing worthy of a lady later." She scooped up the wet ball of fabric that had been Santana's t-shirt and sweatpants and dropped them unceremoniously into the waste basket at Santana's feet. "You won't be needing those anymore and you definitely won't be wanting to wear things like that anymore when you're feeling better." Nicole said.
Santana opened her mouth to protest, those had to be her favorite pair of sweatpants. She opened her mouth to protest but Nicole held up her hand to stop her.
"Now is as good a time as any to go over some of the house rules." Nicole said. "There are a few rules for new comers. They may seem a bit strange but don't worry. We know what we're doing. Healing really doesn't start until after the first week and we don't want you doing anything that could harm the progress of yourself or another patient. One, there's no talking to any other patients. You will speak to healers only in the event of an emergency. You will not speak to another patient until we grant you permission which is usually in about a week or so. To go along with that. There's no eye contact, gesturing or any other forms of contact allowed either."
Santana watched as Nicole stepped over to the head of the bed and fluffed the pillow that was there. Nicole glanced up and locked eyes with Santana. She held their glance until Santana shifted her eyes to stare at the floorboards at her feet.
"Good." Nicole said. "Additional rules, There is no television, reading, music or any other media of any kind allowed. All acceptable material can be found in the library. All of which I will show to you bright and early tomorrow morning when I give you a full tour."
"There's pajamas in the top drawer of the dresser." Santana didn't look up but she could see Nicole gesture out of the corner of her eye. "Along with a few other things you may need. Another rule, the other patients may not see you in your sleepwear and you may not see another patient in theirs and we should never ever find you in a bedroom that doesn't belong to you. Is that clear?"
Santana kept her eyes fixed on the floor but nodded anyway while she waited for Nicole to continue her onslaught of rules. When nothing else came she looked up at the spot on the wall just above Nicole's ear.
"Some things in life aren't easy Santana." Nicole took a few steps forward and reached for her hand. Santana had to ignore every instinct in her body that was telling her to rip it away. "But we've cured people before and if you're willing to fight, we can cure you too."
Santana swallowed a lump in her throat as she nodded again. Nicole seemed to take this as a hint as she dropped Santana's hand and left.
Santana hugged her body tightly as she studied the room. The walls didn't change from cream to black and the old musty smell never changed to the smell of home like she prayed it would. She inched her way to the dresser and yanked open the top drawer. There was a clang of metal against wood as something hard smacked against the front. Santana saw a crumpled string of steel.
She pulled it out and held it up against the light. It looked like one of those choking dog collar with links of silver loops only it had three rows of links. One side had small sharp barbs and the other was smooth metal. Santana shoved the metal back into the corner of the drawer and assumed who ever had left it there would know where to look for it later. She grabbed the long silk nightgown and quickly changed into it. It was nothing like the usual shorts and t-shirt she wore to bed. The purple silk fell tangled around her ankles as she crawled into bed.
She closed her eyes and tried to force herself into sleep but even the soothing sound of the winter storm outside her window or the warmth of the scratchy wool blankets could bring her from to the sleep she so desperately wanted.
It was worth dealing with Rachel's grumbling about how God would forgive her for missing one day of church after a glorified blizzard just for the relief she felt just for being here.
She didn't come here for God anyway.
Brittany watched Brian as he strummed a tune on his guitar. The members around him swayed to the beat or some of the older members even remembered the lyrics and sang along.
Brittany didn't feel much like swaying or singing today.
Brian was young, well he was older than Brittany but her parents called him young so she did too. She had learned that other people called the leaders of their churches or temples Father or Pastor or Rabbi and they were so confused when she only told them that the leader of hers was just called "Brian." He wore a simple longed sleeve black button down shirt and khaki pants and the shiniest shoes Brittany had ever seen. He always had this big smile on his face that never seemed to go away especially when he had a guitar in his hands.
She looked over at the spots of snow that was still clutching to the stained glass windows. She felt herself wondering if Santana went to church this morning. She almost sighed at herself, of course Santana went to church this morning. She probably went every morning through rain, sleet, or snow like a postman. She was probably listening to Father Gerry right now. Brittany felt herself cringe.
"Good Morning, Brittany." A light voice called Brittany from her thoughts. She turned to see Brian pulling a folding chair to sit in the open space across from her.
"Morning, Brian." She answered with her attempt at a warm smile.
Brian frowned down at her as he lowered into his chair. "You'll always in the center of the afternoon songs. But these past few weeks you've been really quiet. Is it something you want to talk about?"
Brittany stared out the stained glass window as the too-bright-day-after-snow-sun poked its way through the snowless colored glass and painted a rainbow of beautiful colors on the corner wall. She let out a sigh.
"Have you ever liked someone you weren't supposed to?" Brittany asked. She turned back to Brian to see a smile inching across his face.
"Loads of times." Brian said. "But the real important thing is the reason you think you shouldn't like this person? Do your parents not approve of this person?"
Brittany let out another sigh. "No, they've met her." She said casually. She watched as Brian didn't even flinch at this information. It wasn't new to him. She always felt comfortable talking to him about boy troubles or about girl troubles minus any of the sexy stuff. And Brian always gave good advice. "They liked her actually."
Brian smiled. "So what's the problem?" He asked.
"Everyone else thinks she's a bully and she's mean and she's done some horrible things to my friends and I guess you would say she's done things to me." Brittany said. "People think she's-" Brittany hesitated at the word. It was harsh and final but she couldn't think of a better way to explain it. "People think she's evil. A-and I'm starting to believe them."
Brian's face slipped into a serious expression.
"B-But I think I l-l." Brittany choked back the dryness that lodged into the back of her throat. "I have feelings for her and I can't stop them."
She watched Brian as he stared down at his hands for a second, searching for the perfect thing to say. He looked up and he locked eyes with her.
"Do you remember when you were in high school and you told me about that everyone called you stupid or dumb or slow?" Brian said.
Brittany frowned but she nodded.
"And I explained to you that you see things differently. That everyone else saw you as something that you weren't because they didn't understand how you looked at the world. Do you remember?" Brian said.
Brittany nodded again.
"I think this may be another one of those cases Brittany." Brian said. He leaned forward in his chair. "I don't really know this girl-"
"Santana." Brittany said.
Brian smiled his wide smile again.
"I don't really know this Santana and I don't know her story and I don't really know what she did to you and your friends but I do know that I don't believe that people are evil." Brian said.
"Not even those people at Love Can Win?" Brittany asked suddenly interested.
Brian let out an audible sigh. "Father Gerry." He said with a dark tone. "And his gang of healers are very, very confused. They have, I guess you could say, the most noble of intentions but they have grossly misunderstood God's message. And unfortunately other people have to suffer because of their confusion. But people are fallible Brittany and God's message can sometimes be misunderstood."
Brittany watched as the fire in his eyes extinguished as he turned back towards her and smiled his classic Brian smile.
"Do you know the 11th Commandment, Brittany?" Brian asked.
Brittany frowned. She thought there were only ten.
Brian's smile grew. "In The Gospel of John, Jesus gave us all a new commandment a simple but easy one, 'love one another as I have loved you.' It is the most important message that Jesus gave us."
"People try to define the things that are lovable. People try to define who is and who isn't worthy of our love. But there isn't a single person in this world unworthy of it. It's something that took me a long time to understand and learn and even today I still struggle with it. But to love someone, even those as confused as Father Gerry and those at Love Can Win is the most Christian thing you could ever do."
Brittany smiled at looked down at her hands. "Thank you Brian."
He lowered his head to catch her gaze. "Hey, anytime Brittany. You know that."
Brittany felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and stood up from her chair. "I should probably get going." She said. "My friend's waiting outside."
Brian smiled at her and nodded. She took a step towards the door before Brian called back after her. "Did you ever ask Santana why she did all those things?"
Brittany turned around and looked down at her feet. It was such an easy thing to do that never really came to mind when Santana wasn't around. "No." She said simply.
"Maybe you should." Brian said.
Santana fitted the way too long and way too bright fabric around her legs as she sat down in the first open seat in the chair circle.
Nicole sat down next to the only empty seat. She pulled out a clipboard from underneath her chair and cleared her throat as she waited for the group to quiet down.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen." She looked over at the group. Santana dared to look up at the men and women that occupied the seats around her. She realized that some people were much older than she had expected. Some looked to be in their forties maybe older. She noticed a broad shouldered guy sitting in the seat across from her.
Santana jumped when Nicole started to speak again. "As you can see we have a new guest joining us today. Santana got in last night but as you all know she is going to be spiritually quarantined for the next week and you all remember those rules."
Santana kept her eyes fixated on the floor but she was pretty sure everyone had to be staring at her right now.
"And David's quarantine has finally been lifted so you can finally share your your story if you'd like." Santana lifted up her glaze and looked at the broad-shouldered guy that had been sitting across from her.
"Um-" David cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his chair. "I-um my name is David. I –um- came out when I was a sophomore in college. I was playing football at OSU when a news station leaked some photos of me at a um-gay bar. The school was actually okay with it. They didn't endorse it but they didn't give me any trouble for it so I guess that was a good thing. My dad and I were really close until the story leaked but we didn't really speak much after that. I guess it was hard for him, it being so public and everything. I wasn't the best player in the world but I was surprised that I didn't get drafted from any schools but I didn't dwell on it. Instead I moved back here to Lima and started working at Scandals. My dad and I hadn't spoken in a couple of years until he met with Father Gerry and heard about Love Can Win. He called me up and I was." David wiped his eyes and stared down at his feet. "I was just so happy to hear from him again that I decided to give this a try. I just really want to make my dad proud of me again and if this will do it. I'm willing to try."
The group sat in silence for a minute before Father Gerry spoke from his seat next to Nicole. Santana hadn't even noticed he had sat down.
"I do remember speaking with your father, David." Father Gerry said with a wide smile. "He really loves you and he just wants you to be happy and living a normal life."
Santana watched David swallow a lump in his throat.
"I was happy." The words barely fell out of David's mouth and he cringed at them. Santana was sure she heard some of the other patients gasp.
Father Gerry was silent for a beat. That wide smile never left his face as he looked around the group and stopped his glaze on David.
"Your Father mentioned that he never heard of you having a lasting relationship with anyone, man or woman. Is that true?" Father Gerry said.
David swallowed and looked down at the group. "That's true."
"Why do you think that was?" Father Gerry asked.
David mumbled something.
"Excuse me?"
"I just never found the right person." David repeated.
"Don't you see David. You can't feel the proper feelings you want to feel for a man because your body knows it unnatural." Father Gerry said in a manner that was more addressing the group than David.
"Love?" David said sheepishly. "I've felt love."
Father Gerry's eyebrows raised as he looked over to Nicole for a second before looking back at David.
"Then why couldn't you have a lasting relationship with someone you loved?" Nicole chimed in.
"He never knew. He would never have give me the time of day." David said. Santana could feel the words choke in his voice. "I was horrible to him, I threw slushies in his face and I bullied him and tortured him because I was so afraid of what my feelings might mean."
Father Gerry let out a sigh.
"David I think that you are misunderstanding what was happening to you there." Father Gerry said with his wide sickening smile. "It's part of the disorder. Your mind was telling you one thing, that you were in love with this man, but your body was telling you another thing. Your natural instincts were to be repulsed by him, they were to push you away from him."
Father Gerry stood up as he spoke out to other members of the circle. "This is exactly what we've been talking about. The mind tricking itself into desiring things the body does not want. It is curable and it is fixable but the road is not easy. You have to fight for it but I promise that you can beat it. We've seen many come though this school and we've seen many, normal students leave this school."
Father Gerry sat back in his chair and gestured towards David. "Thank you for sharing your story with us. I know that we can help you fix your spiritual and mental self. Just let us do that okay?"
David nodded weakly and went back to staring down at the floor beneath his feet.
Santana couldn't bring her eyes away from David the rest of the session. She knew she was probably supposed to observing the session and listening to people's stories but she just watched as David who looked so deep in thought stared down at his feet.
When the session ended for "recreation time" Santana watched David slip into his bedroom. She didn't know why she did it and she knew she was probably breaking fifty written and unwritten rules when she did it but after ten minutes of debating with herself and almost getting caught by Nicole she creaked open the door to David's bedroom and snuck in.
When she caught sight of David she wished she had never stepped through that door. She found herself watching David in fetal position at the foot of the bed. He was muttering something over and over again to himself.
Part of Santana told her to run away. To escape this private moment before he saw her but another part told her that she couldn't leave him alone.
Not like this.
She inched herself closer and sat on the edge of the bed. She knew he felt her presence because the muttering stopped.
"I remember you." David said as he sat up from his bed. He wiped invisible dust from his pants and met Santana's eyes
Santana felt her eyes widen as she pulled her glance away to avoid looking him in the eye.
"You can talk if you want to." David said with a warm smile. "I won't blow your cover or nothing."
Santana smiled up at him.
"You were with Brittany." David said.
Santana flinched at the name. David frowned at the expression on her face.
"I'm sorry I didn't know you guys were broken up."
Santana still couldn't find her voice.
"Do you still have feelings for her?" David asked.
Santana stared down at the ground, silent for every reason but the stupid house rules.
"I know the feeling." David said.
"Do you think it's ridiculous to be here? I mean, yeah, who wants to be different their whole life and fight for things that other people have always had. It's not wrong to want that right? It's not wrong to want to be like everyone else?"
Santana shook her head for some reason she felt the instinct to reach across and grab David's hand. "It's not wrong at all." She finally said.
David smiled at her and pulled her into a hug. His huge arms wrapped around her body and she felt safe like he would protect her from anything. It felt nice to have someone like that here.
She heard a gasp and felt her arm yanked as her body was pulled away from David.
"Rules are rules for a reason Santana." Nicole said as she pulled her out of the door and towards Santana's own bedroom.
She shoved Santana inside and slammed the door shut as she stepped in behind her. Santana watched as she rummaged through the top drawer and pulled out the silver metal that Santana had found last night.
She held the metal up for Santana to see. "Do you know what this is?"
Santana shook her head.
"Well it's about time I show you and teach you how to wear it." Nicole said. "I can already tell that you're going to be a tough one. You'll need this."
"Do you think we got enough chips?" Rachel said as she lifted a couple of bags out of her trunk and handed them to Brittany. She handed another set of bags to Kurt and left one bag for herself to carry.
"I just-do you think they'll want more chips?" Rachel said as the trio made their way up the walkway to Brittany's apartment.
"Rachel, you've been freaking out about the chips all afternoon." Kurt said. "What's up with you?"
Brittany watched as Rachel quickened her steps so she was out of Kurt's eye sight.
"Is this because of Finn?" Kurt asked with a hint of humor to his voice.
"Finn?" Brittany asked confused.
"Rachel and Finn have been having a bit of a reconnection." Kurt said. "He's coming tonight."
Brittany made an 'o' shape with her mouth.
"It's really not that big of deal." Rachel said as she practically jogged to Brittany's front door. When Brittany and Kurt caught up, Brittany handed Rachel the bags she was holding and reached for her keys. That's when she noticed a flash of pink on the bannister. She reached across and dusted off the thick layer of snow before she really saw it. The pink hoodie was frozen solid in the cold weather it still held its stiff shape after Brittany lifted it from across the railing but she would never forgot the memories that came along with this hoodie. She brushed off the rest of the remaining snow to show the white "Las Vegas" lettering.
Santana had been here.
Why?
"Brittany?" Kurt asked. "What is that?"
Brittany swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't know what to say. What was this? Why would Santana leave this here? She searched around but found nothing but undisturbed sheets of white. She could only laugh at herself, of course Santana wasn't still here hiding somewhere in the snow.
"It's nothing." Brittany said. She tried her best but failed at hiding the sadness in her voice. "Let's get inside. It's really cold out here."
They pushed open the door and Brittany found her spirits instantly lifted by the sight of Lord Tubbington waiting at the front door for her like always. She heaved the large cat into arms and kissed it on the head.
"Just drop everything off in the kitchen." Brittany called as she inched over to the couch and saw that the news was playing. She reached over to the remote but before she could turn off the television she heard a little meow of protest from Lord Tubbington. She frowned.
"You like the news?" She said.
The beady yellow eyes met hers and he meowed again.
"Okay." Brittany said. She dropped the cat into his favorite armchair. "I have to go help Kurt and Rachel anyway. She kissed the cat on the head before she turned back towards the kitchen and found Rachel in panic mode.
"So we need to get the chili dip put together." Rachel said. "Kurt you have the cream cheese right? Or maybe it's in this bag."
"Rachel!" Kurt called over her babbling. "Relax!"
"They're going to be her in an hour Kurt." Rachel said. "We don't have time to relax."
They spend the next hour preparing the chili dip and pouring chips in a bowl to the exact specifications Rachel requested. Brittany was pouring the last bag into her last big red bowl when, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.
"I got it." Brittany chimed in before Rachel could freak out any further.
Sam was the first one to arrive. He had his arms around a dark skinned girl who wore a very timid but warm smile. Sam introduced her as Mercedes. She also brought a couple of friends. Mercedes introduced Sugar and Quinn and felt a pang in her chest when she recognized Quinn as a friend of Santana's.
Puck arrived with Finn and a smirk and a case of beer. Blaine came a little late and hesitantly kissed Kurt on the cheek as he stepped into Brittany's apartment.
"So lips." Puck said as he popped the tab on his fifth beer. He gestured between Mercedes and Sam who still had his arm around her like if he removed it she would float away. "What's the story with you too?"
Sam cleared his throat and smiled like he had won the first place trophy at the county fair. "Well I saw her a month or so ago at the grocery store and it was just one of those things, ya know. I like had to ask her out. So there she was in the produce aisle so I just went up and asked if she wanted to get dinner with me."
Puck smirked. "Nice going man."
"Well I actually said no." Mercedes said.
"You said no?"
"Yeah I mean it was kind of creepy. Like he didn't even introduce himself or ask me for my name." Mercedes said with a light laugh.
Sam frowned. "Yeah wasn't my proudest moment. So the next week I saw her again and I introduced myself first and asked her out again."
"And she finally said yes?" Rachel asked dreamily.
"She said no again." Sam said.
Mercedes slapped him playfully on the knee. "I said that I couldn't because I was leaving for vacation the next day. So we rescheduled. I didn't out and out say no."
"Same thing." Sam said.
Mercedes let out a laugh. "It is not."
"Where did you go on vacation?" Rachel asked.
Mercedes gestured to Sugar and Quinn. "We went to Las Vegas for Quinn's birthday."
"Oh that's so crazy. We were just in Las Vegas too." Rachel said.
Brittany looked over at Rachel and found herself wondering how many beers Puck had given her.
"Oh, really?" Quinn said.
"Yeah." Rachel said she placed her empty beer can in Puck's hands. He was out of his seat and headed towards the kitchen in an instant. "We were probably there at the same time! What a small world!"
Brittany felt Kurt casting her a sideways glance as he tried unsuccessfully to nudge Rachel into silence.
"Were you there with Santana?" Rachel blurted out as Puck popped the tab on another beer and dropped it into Rachel's hand.
Brittany was pretty sure she was going to throw up. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing. Maybe if she threw up this conversation would stop.
Mercedes and Quinn exchanged a sad uncomfortable glance. "Yeah we were. How did you know?"
"Oh well Britt- Oh Kurt that was really hard." Rachel said. She rubbed her side.
"We just knew you guys are friends." Kurt said. He sent Rachel a little warning glance.
"Were friends." Quinn corrected quickly. Sugar started tracing patterns in the carpet and Mercedes found something interesting about the corner of the coffee table.
Even Rachel noticed the sudden tension in the room. "I'm sorry." Rachel added. "I didn't know you guys were fighting."
"We just decided to distance ourselves from Santana." Quinn said. Brittany could swear she could hear the tiniest tingle of sadness and regret in her voice. "We didn't have the healthiest of friendships with her."
"Don't lie." Puck said. Brittany could hear the slur in his words. "You just broke up with her so you didn't have to buy the chick a birthday present. I do that all the time."
Brittany saw all three girls exchanged confused expressions.
"That's a really cold thing to do." Puck said. "When the chick's birthday is the same day as her brother died."
Quinn frowned and exchanged another look with Mercedes and Sugar.
"What are you talking about?" Quinn said. "Santana's birthday is in the summer. That's when we always celebrated it."
"But we practically had to force it out of her when she told us, remember?" Mercedes added.
"Yeah and we barely celebrated it then. She wouldn't even let us pay for dinner." Sugar added.
Quinn frowned. She looked back at Puck. "How do you know this anyway?" She asked.
"She told me. Last night." Puck said. He chugged the rest of his beer.
"Sounds like her." Quinn added.
"It's not like that." Puck sat up. "She was a mess. I found her walking in the snow. It was right around the block from here actually."
Brittany felt the pang in her chest again.
"And she was shivering and I think she was crying and she went on about how today was her birthday but it was the anniversary of her brother's death." Puck said.
Brittany felt like she was going to throw up for a whole different reason. Mercedes let out a little whimper.
"Was she okay?" Mercedes said.
"I don't know." Puck said. "She asked me to drop her off at that church place."
"Love Can Win?" Quinn said.
Puck shrugged.
"Why would Santana want to go there?" Mercedes said.
Brittany felt like she was listening to the rest of them talk through a bubble. Rachel and Kurt were weirdly silent as Mercedes, Sugar, Puck and Quinn exchanged questions and answers about Santana.
"Puck." Brittany sprung to her feet and reached out for Puck's arm. "Take me there."
"What?" Puck said. He stood up anyway.
"Take me to this Love Can Win place." Brittany said.
"Dude I'm in like no condition to drive."
"Fine I'll drive. You point." Brittany said as she dragged Puck towards the door.
The mansion was massive. It was raised up on a hill and Brittany felt winded as she marched up the iced stairs with a drunk and stumbling Puck.
It was a lot later than she thought it would be but she stepped in through the open front door to find a lady sitting behind one of those circle desks like they have in the hospital sometimes. She looked up at Brittany with a frown and then glanced over at Puck. Brittany watched as she picked up her phone and muttered something into the dial before she turned her attention back to Brittany.
"May I help you?" She said in a curt tone.
"I have a friend here." Brittany said. "I was wondering if I can see her?"
"I'm sorry but visits must be scheduled with Father Gerry." She spoke more into the piled of papers in front of her then at Brittany. "Some patients aren't ready to meet with their family and friends."
"But I have to talk to her." Brittany slammed her hands on the counter. She could feel Puck jump next to her. "I wasn't there for her. I didn't know. I just need to tell her that."
"I'm sorry but Santana Lopez only came in last night. She wouldn't be allowed visitors for at least another week." The women said.
"Just let me talk to her." Brittany felt Puck grab her arm as she stepped to move past the desk.
"Brittany." Puck said warningly
Brittany shook from Puck's grasp and bolted forward. "Santana!" She bellowed hoping to get her attention before she would get stopped but it was too late.
The lady behind the counter had reached out and grabbed her around the waist stopping her from moving. Brittany pushed out from under her grasp and fought against the arms around her waist pulling herself and the worker forward.
"SANTANA!" she screamed louder. She didn't know which room held Santana but she knew one of them had to and she knew she had to be able to hear her where ever she was.
Someone else had grabbed her around the waist and she turned to find a larger man in a dark polo and dress pants grabbing her.
"It's time for you to leave." He said as he dragged Brittany backwards.
"SANTANA!" Brittany bellowed again.
/* Author's Note: Whew. This is the longest chapter yet. I had a few more things I wanted to put in here but I would have taken a little be longer to get out so I think this is good and I'll split up next chapter a little bit more. Thank you for all the Follows and Reviews. I've been getting a bunch more for some reason. No clue why but I love it! Foot's still very broken so expect more frequent updates for a while :). And check me out on tumblr: diablovixen(and usual tumblr link here) :)*/
