Santana pushed open the back door. She could still hear the low hum of the protesters' voices from the front of the school but it was quiet enough out here. She dialed Brittany and let it ring. She was pretty sure she'd get her voicemail again but she thought she'd leave another message to go along with her dozen other voicemails and text messages, she wished so badly that Brit would talk to her. Santana traced the outline of the brick wall as she heard the phone ring again and again. Santana listened to Brittany's voicemail greeting and couldn't help but smile.

"Is this working?" Brittany said.

"Brittany, it is working!" Santana said in the background with a low laugh.

"No but it didn't beep." Brittany said. Her voice was farther away like she was looking away from the phone.

"It did beep you just missed it." Santana said.

"Oh shoot. What should I say?" Brittany said.

"Um. This is Brittany leave a message?" Santana said in the background.

The voicemail indicator beeped just as Santana heard a dark laugh behind her. She spun around to come face-to-face with the same man she had punched the other day. He took a step towards her. Santana stood her ground. She was sure to make a show of how much she wasn't intimated. She casually took the phone away from her ear and hung it up.

She looked him over and saw that his shirt had spots of blood and that his nose was red and puffy. Santana laughed. "That's a good look for you."

He huffed angrily.

"There's only one fix for girls like you." He said as he stepped forward again.

Santana felt her mind telling her to retreat but she ignored it. She smirked at him. "Really think that nose can take another shot?"

He smiled darkly at her. Santana watched him as he came closer and closer. She let her fear take the reigns and turned towards the door but she was too slow and he grabbed her by the shoulder.

Santana swallowed hard and looked him right in the eyes, still refusing to show any ounce of fear. He brought his face in closer to hers.

He reached his freehand down to loosen the belt of his pants. Santana felt panic grip her entire body. She kicked him hard in the groin. He yelled in pain and dropped to the ground. She turned towards the door and reached for the handle.

"Bitch!" He yelled before grabbing her wrist and pulling her down. Santana's shoulder screamed as she fell backwards onto the cold cement. He climbed on top of her and pinned her to the ground.

Santana tried to scream but the sound wouldn't come out. She dug her nails into his arm but it didn't faze him. He wrapped one hand around her neck and tried to undo his belt buckle with the other. His grip was too tight and Santana felt herself struggling for breath.

"Hey!" She heard someone call out behind them. The grip around her neck was released. Santana raised herself to her knees and took in heavy breaths to steady herself.

She looked up to see Reverend Phillips grab the man by the shoulder and pull him away.

"That is not what we are here to do!" He shouted.

The man opened his mouth to defend himself but Reverend Phillips cut him off. "You need to get out of here, now!" The man stomped off and brushed past two women who Santana just noticed were standing behind Reverend Phillips. She made eye contact with one of them just as they looked down at her.

"Santana!" Her mother cried before she ran over and knelt down at Santana's side. She placed a caring hand on Santana's arm. "Are you alright?"

"Get off me." Santana pushed her off and used the wall to steady herself as she stood up. Santana picked her phone up off the ground. She looked up to see her Abuela staring at her. Her Abuela face seemed different than the one she had seen these past few weeks, but Santana couldn't place the expression. Santana pulled her eyes away and pushed through the door without looking back at them.