A/N-Okay, so guys sorry I broke my wrist AGAIN, the other one this time ;b so it took me a while to write this xP sorry! anyways, i think this might be coming to a close, so let me know what you thought about it PLEASE cause this is THE LAST CHAPTER! Enjoy it and review!
The I noticed three things when I walked into the choir room. 1) Brad was not at the piano. For some reason, that's what stood out the most to me. He was always there, no matter whether the rest of us were there or not, Brad was there. Always at that piano, or at some piano, somewhere whenever any of us needed him, he just seemed to be there. Maybe he lost the abiltity to duplicate himself, since it seemed he was always everywhere at once. But even more puzzling, was the second thing I noticed. Not only was Brad gone, but so was Mr. Schue, Artie, Rachel, Mercedes, Puck, Mike and Tina. That just left me with Quinn, Kurt, Blaine, Finn, and Britt. And, no. That's the third thing I noticed, In the chair next to Quinn was my big lipped blondie. Sam. Sam was back. I didn't know what to do or think, so instead, I just looked at them all, turned around and went to leave, when I heard a voice I'd missed more than I'd like to admit it call my name.
"Santana..." Sam sounded a little confused, a little scared, mostly unsure.
"Look trouty mouth, in case no ones told you, you missed your chance visiting the twins that live on my rib cage cause' I play for the other team now."
"Yeah I know, I didn't come back to ...visit the twins. I came cause' I missed you guys and wanted to visit, and then I find out all this stuff about you. Which didn't really surprise me, but everyone sounded all worried, so-" I didn't let him finish his ramble.
"Speaking of everyone, where are they?"
"Probably in class or at home." Quinn told me. She continued when she saw how confused I looked.
"Mr. Schue canceled Glee Today, and he told me to tell you. But I had a better idea, so here we are."
"I still don't get it."
"Santana, do you honestly think you can just put on the face you've been wearing for years, hide behind it, and expect us all to not notice anything is wrong?" Quinn continued.
"Well, yeah. Since THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! Damn Quinn...Just because my fucking dad came in and screwed my life up even more, you don't think I can handle it?"
"Honestly? No. Don't forget you live with me. I've smelt you all the way from my room every night for the past week, since your dad came, and it's starting to not just be alchohol I smell anymore. I've noticed how distant you've been acting, and I know what's wrong with you!"
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG!" I yelled at her, Sam getting ready to hold me back if neccisary.
"Is that what this is about Quinn? Is this your little above the influence club, cause you know it's gonna crash and burn, starting with you, just like your dumb little celibisy club." I continued.
"That's not what this is about! I don't care what you do with your life, you've screwed it up enough no matter how much I've tried to help. But Brittany? She does. And she knows what your doing to yourself, but she can't stop it. And I can't, and Finn can't, and Sam and Kurt and Blaine can't. But you can, and we all know you don't do anything without basically being forced to."
"There. Is. Nothing. Wrong. With. Me. I'm fine Q! So what, I've been partying a little, that's not gonna kill me! Why are you so sure that there's something going on with me? You want someone to blame everything on? Is that why everytime your going through something rough, you conviently blame everything on me? Your just trying to hide whatevers wrong with you by convincing everyone that theres something wrong with me!"
"Your getting pretty god damn defensive for nothing being wrong. All we're doing is trying to help you, trying to keep you from killing youself." She got really serious.
"I'm not suicidal! How does getting drunk lead you to think I'm plotting to kill myself?" I noticed how everyone was just watching us, like we were some kind of reality TV show.
"No, but one thing leads to another. That's why it's the 5 of us here. We've all been in that situation, one way or another, well besides Britt, we just figured you'd cooperate better with her here. I know how you feel Santana. Like, everywhere you go, people are watching you. Like even when you're alone, there's people staring at you. Like you can hear their whispers, the way it creeps down your spine everytime you hear them talk about you. It makes you sick to see the way they stare at you compared to how they used to look at you, how you feel disguisted with yourself, like you don't deserve anything good. You feel like you have to punish yourself, but you can't figure out why. You feel like you can't really trust anyone, like no one knows how you feel or how much pain your really in. How it feels to really be alone. I know how it feels...I know how you feel, but you can't just drink away your problems, cause' one day your gonna need a real friend, not some liquid put in a bottle. That doesn't get rid of pain, it dulls it for the moment, but makes everything worse the next day."
"I still don't get it...What is this? Some fucking cult? Leave me alone, and let me do what I wanna do!" I was about to storm out, when they all started yelling at me. It all sounded jumbled, like I couldn't make out anything they were saying. And like I said before, when I get mad, my brain forget's to convert my words to english, so when I meant to yell Just shut up, I don't even fucking care anymore, stop yelling at me!, it came out,
"Cállate, no me importa nada, incluso de mierda, deja de gritar a mí!" They all stopped and looked at me, no idea what I was saying.
"No mas pantalones?" Sam muttered, and I almost broke down laughing right then and there. No more pants? What the hell...
"No more pants?" I couldn't even try to act mad any more, I was too busy trying not to laugh.
"It's the only thing I can say in spanish..." Sam smiled his cheesy guppy lip smile.
I just laughed, slightly, still shaken up about what Quinn said, but Sam lightened the moment alot. But everything Quinn said to me, it felt like she was in my head, like she was me and knew everything about how I was feeling.
It scared me, like she was reading my mind. It made me feel to exposed, like they were starting to know what I was thinking, and I just wanted to leave so badly, before they started figuring out that I'm not at tough as I put myself out there to be. Really, I'm broken, damaged, I'm barely even a person anymore, I've lost basically everything. I don't have anything to cling onto anymore of who I used to be, and I just wasn't ready to start over as someone else yet. But Quinn was right about the last part. The pain was getting so bad, even drinking barely numbed it anymore.
"That doesn't explain why you guys are here though, none of you know what I'm going through."
"You can't blame yourself for this though." Finn spoke up.
"I don't. I blame Artie...and Rachel." Everyone looked at me, heads turned and eyes wide.
"Why them? What'd they do?" Blaine asked.
"I don't know," I looked at the floor, "I'm sure they did something."
"You just hate them." Kurt told me.
"Yeah, I do. That's why I blame them."
"I get why you hate Artie, but not Rachel." Finn was turning into his defensive boyfriend mode.
"All of us hate her besides you and Kurt..." I pointed out. He must've realized that he couldn't win the argument because he just looked away. I smirked, turning around to leave when Quinn opened her mouth again.
"Listen to me Santana." She was serious now, forcefull. As Finn usually called her, Scary Quinn. That's how she was right now.
"You may think this planet revolves around you, like your the center of everything and your the only one in the world with problems. Look what happened to Kurt. Your getting whispers, mean jokes. He got slammed into a locker and got his life threatened. He didn't even have anyone then, he was alone, and scared, and being tormented. I know what happened with your dad was pretty bad, but-"
"He got shoved in a locker? I got the shit beat out of me by my own dad attempting to fix me! That's not what this is about anyway!" I interupted her.
"Blaine had to transfer schools because of bullying, and his dad tried to fix him too! You got more of the physical part of that, and yeah, I get it, but the emotional part of feeling unnaccepted by your dad, Blaine felt that too."
"Yeah, he felt his dad not liking him. I felt my dads fist in my gut and hands on my throat. I felt his foot in my side, and his nails in my skin. I felt him kicking and hitting me, screaming at me for being me. I felt it Quinn. I felt what he meant with each smack, and I felt what he wanted from me with each yell. My dad didn't build a god damn car with me to fix me, he beat the shit out of me and told me he never wanted to see me again, while my mom agreed with everything he did."
"Which is rough, and that's why were trying to help you! I got kicked out too Santana, for something that wasn't entirely my fault! I got kicked out for being pregnant, by a parent that I thought loved me. I lived with Puck after we'd broken up, and I could feel the way his mom didn't like me, for being pregnant. For nine months, I could feel dissapointment wherever I went, then the most perfect thing in the world came out of it, and I lost that."
"You lost the kid you told everyone was a mistake. You lost a baby, and no one even looks you in the eyes anymore Q! You got pregnant, they just add you to the list of slutty cheerleaders at this school and your back on top. There's a big difference between getting knocked up and being gay."
"I'm not saying that it's the same! I'm saying that we can relate to what your going through!"
"Then why's Finn here? I'm pretty sure he isn't gay or pregnant."
"My brothers gay, I had one foot in each world for 2 years, and I didn't really fit in either one. The Glee kids didn't like me for being to jocky, and in football they all called me gay. I didn't have the guts to defend my own brother cause' I was scared of what they'd think of me, and I didn't have the guts to protect my family. I was being selfish, and now It's better, even if I get slushies, the football guys hate me. It's better knowing my friends are my real friends. It's better now, and we want it to be better for you too. We don't want you to regret anything."
"Thanks guys. Really, you just made my day that much worse. Not only do I have to deal with the sick looks from everyone out there, but I have to handly your creepy sympathetic stories that make me wanna vomit." I walked out, surprised at how spot on Quinn was, but none of them knew what was going on with me. They thought they did, but they didn't.
"Still a bitch." I heard Sam sigh as I walked out of the room.
"Only straight I am is straight up bitch." I reminded everyone, slamming the door without turning around.
"Santana, you can't keep pushing us all away." Fin said to me outside the choir room.
"Just let me go home Frankenteen." I tugged away from the grasp on his arm, but he kept talking.
"Your gonna push us away, afraid to let us all in, and then your gonna drink and drink since it's the only thing that seems to help, since you wont talk. You're gonna keep this bottled inside you until it kills you. And you may not be suicidal right now, but eventually, when you have NO one, not even Britt like you used to, your gonna fall, and it's just gonna be over. You will die, or come pretty close to it, if you don't let us help."
"I don't want your help."
"Yeah, but you need it."
"So what, I'm supppsed to go to some stupid fucking group therapy session full of problem children?"
"No, just...just sing with me. Or let me sing to you at least, okay? I'll pick the song, just sing it with me, or listen, I don't care. Not even in front of anyone if you don't want to. Just poor the pressure and the pain and the guilt, everything into the song. That's all I'm asking. Just try to let us help you, okay?"
"No, I'm leaving."
"Santana, come on. We don't have to perform it! Just sing a song with me, that's all I'm asking."
"Fine, if it'll get you to leave me alone."
"Fine, as long as you show up." I rolled my eyes as he let go of my arm, satisfied with my answer, and left me standing in the hall. I felt about ready to break down from everything I'd gone through. It just kicked in right there, everything built up and I just snapped, standing alone in the hall. All the memories, starting with the day I fell in love with Britt. I still remembered the first day we met.
I hated them all, the other kids in the class. They were ugly and gross, they didn't color in the lines and they didn't know the alphabet. They couldn't count past ten, and worst of all, they talked to me. There was a little red headed girl I got put next to, who tried talking to me. That's when I got in my first school fight. She got mad at me for telling off Noah Puckerman, who was a stud even back then. She got defensive and started yelling at me, so I struck her in the face, yelling in Spanish. A blonde girl started crying. She told me to stop, like it was literally hurting her that I smacked this girl and took her to the ground. Normally, I would've hit her again, just to annoy the blonde girl, but for some reason, I didn't like seeing her hurt. I stopped right then and sat back in my seat. Strangely, the teacher moved my seat away from the red head, and next to the blonde girl. I sat down, trying to act annoyed with the seat change.
"Hi, I'm Brittany! What's your name? Do you want to be my friend?" She asked excidedly.
"Hi, Brittany. I'm Santana. And, uh, sure, I'll be your friend.." I replied, confused, but I just couldn't make myself be mean to her. Kindergarten, just the 3rd day of school, and Brittany and I were already friends. Love at first sight, through a couple of kindergardeners that didn't even know what love was. But even clearer is the memory of when I fell in love with her.
"Santana, I love you." Noah Puckerman said to me on the first day of 6th Grade.
"No you don't Puck, you just want to kiss me." I laughed at his sad attempts at asking me out.
"So, I want to kiss you cause' I love you!"
"No, when you look at me, what do you think of?"
"How bad I wanna kiss you."
"See, that isn't love. But I'll let you kiss me." I told him, desperate for my first kiss. Britt had hers, and I wanted mine so badly. I was always more pretty, so I told myself, but honestly, I thought she was more beautiful. She told me she had kissed a boy and it felt great, I wanted to know what it felt like, not to mention that I was unbelievably jealous. I thought it was because she had her first kiss before me, but it was really that I was jealous of the guy she kissed. Britt explained the feeling magical, like everything faded away and you were the only 2 in the world. But when Puck leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, all I could think about was how bad his breath smelled, and how well he brushes his teeth, how many girls he'd kissed, what diseases he just passed to my mouth. The feeling wasn't magical, it was just gross. I convinced myself that it felt that way because we'd did it wrong. But after school, I was determined to understand what Britt meant. By the end of the day I'd kissed 4 guys, starting my reputation as school slut, but still didn't get what she meant. All of them just creeped me out, there was no magical special feeling. It was just gross.
"Britt?" I asked her after school, back at my house.
"San?" She didn't look up from the T.V.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." She replied, turning around to face me.
"Friends are supposed to be honest with each other, right? And your my best friend, so that means I can tell you anything, right?"
"You can tell me anything you want."
"Well, I kissed Puck today, and it didn't have that feeling you were talking about. It was just gross. I don't know how to get that feeling you told me about, I just don't feel it."
"Maybe it's because you don't actually like Puck."
"You really think that's why?"
"I don't know, maybe."
"Britt, if I do something right now, do you promise not to tell anybody?"
"I promise." She replied. And before I changed my mind, I leaned over and kissed her. RIght on the lips. I don't know why, but I just had the sudden urge to. And I got what she meant. That feeling, the magical feeling. It was like I had sugar in my veins or something, like my heart couldn't stay still. Like someone took my breath away, like I was in some sort of fairy tale world. I didn't understand it.
"Sorry." I mumbled, looking down.
"It's okay San. Did you feel it?"
"Um..No." I lied, not understanding what it meant, why I felt that way. But I never looked at Britt the same after that, that's when I fell so far in love with her, there was no coming back from it. It took her longer to realize though.
I must've looked crazy, staring at the lockers in the hallway, lost in my past. But I couldn't stop the memories from coming, it was like reliving it all over again.
Our friends-with-benefits thing started around 7th grade, when we kissed again. This time for a game of truth or dare though. Someone dared Britt to kiss me, and without hesitating, she did. The boys all cheered, but I didn't notice. I was lost in the moment with Brittany. The fraction of a second when I felt like things were okay, like there was no bad. But I pulled away before anyone noticed anything, and we continued our game. I remember watching a movie, I think it was the little mermaid, when I felt Brittany grab my hand. Instinctively, I pulled away. But after looking around the living room, and making sure the blanket was over us, I took her hand back in mine, and scooted just a little closer to her. I wasn't able to pay attention to the rest of the movie.
Things increased a little at a time, until we took it all the way in the begining of 9th grade. I'd lost my virginity in 8th, Britt the summer before 9th, and we both pretty much had the sluttiest reputations in the school, especially being cheerios. But after one of my drunk nights with Puck, I got carried away. I'd slept with him before, but this time was different. We were both to drunk to really know what was going on, and things just seemed sloppy. It was gross, and I didn't even want to finish. I practically pushed him off of me before storming out of his bedroom. I walked down the street, trying to get home but ended up standing at Brittany's window instead of my front door. I climbed up, just wanting to get out of the cold, but when I saw Britt crying, I forgot all about me and went straight to her, trying to confort her. Within 10 minutes, I lost control, still wasted, and we went a little further than usual. I kissed her, she kissed me back. By the end of the night, neither of us had clothes on, or had a minute of sleep. I ran out of her house that day, and didn't see her again for a week.
I dragged myself to Quinn's that day feeling more depressed than before. I just sat on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan, still thinking about all my 'firsts' with Britt. Our first time meeting, or first kiss, or first time holding hands, our first time saying I love you, our first time singing together, or making out, or going on an un-official date. I should've caught on to how I felt about her before I was too backed up in the closet to come out. And now that I have, I was just miserable.
But deep inside, I think I've always known I was gay. I mean, I'd never actually felt anything for a guy. I remember being just a little kid, and flirting with the boys like I knew I was supposed to do, but staring at all the girls the whole time. I remember always being more nervous around the girls than the guys, always talking to the prettiest one. There were so many hints I just never caught onto. Even when I was older and I understood more. Each time I caught myself staring at a girls legs when she wore shorts, or watching her perfect lips when she talked, I told myself it was because I was jealous. If i'd just caught on sooner!
"Santana?" Quinn knocked on my door. I pulled myself out of my memories and back to reality.
"Uh, yeah, Q? What?" I mumbled, at a loss for words.
"Can I come in?" I was confused, she'd never asked before. She usually just walked in and yelled at me.
"Sure..." I was too upset to argue with her.
"Santana, I'm sorry about-" I didn't let her finish. I just started bawling, unable to hold in the tears. Quinn came over and sat next to me on the bed, pulling me into a hug.
"I'm sorry Quinn, I'm just so fucking sorry. I hate it, you know that? What this is doing to me, I'm sorry." I couldn't stop the tears, but Quinn just held me in her arms, probably overly confused. I pulled away from her arms, wiping my eyes with my sleeves and staring at the bed so I didn't have to look at her.
"Are you okay?" She seemed really concerned. I couldn't lie anymore. Everything, all the way from back in preschool, to just hearing dirty comments muttered as I walked down the hallway that day, it all caught up to me at once and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I shook my head no in responce to her question.
"I can't handle this Q. I thought that everything would be alright as long as I still had Britt, but I can feel her slipping away, I can feel everyone slipping away, I feel myself slipping away. It hurts so damn much and I just can't take it anymore." I fell forward, burrying my face in my pillow, still avoiding Quinn's eyes."
"I told you Santana. Your gonna lose everything unless you open up a little, at least to your friends. All we wanna do is help you out, before you go to far and do something stupider than usual."
"For the last time, I'm not suicidal!"
"Listen to yourself. I know where your going with this, and in a few weeks you'll be done lying to yourself and be ready to just end it. I don't want to let you get that far, but I can't help you if you wont let me."
"It's not like it will make a difference. People might be better off with me burried 6 feet underground. It's not like anyone would even care." I was just drowing in self hate by now.
"Britt would. Yo u've been friends for how long ? Can you see britt taking care of herself like you take care of her. Can you imagine what Britt would do if she lost you. Or how she'd blame herself? Would you do that to her Santana?"
"I'd never hurt her."
"Then don't hurt yourself." She told me as she walked out of my room, leaving me alot to think about.
The next day at school, I rushed down the hall, anxious to get out of the way of peoples line of vision and into class. Yeah, I didn't even act like me anymore. And god knows I didn't look like me anymore either. I felt like I was always hiding.
"Santana!" I heard Finn yell, and I spun around, facing Finn.
"What do you want Blubber Boy?"
"Come to the choir room with me...alone." He told me. I was about to yell some bitchy comment at him, but I remembered what this was about so I followed him to the choir room. This time when I walked in, the place was empty. He picked up a guitar, this time not playing the drums like usual, and handed me sheet music. I didn't look down at the paper. Instead, I took a seat facing Finn, and waited for him to start playing.
" Someone falls to pieces Someone kills the pain Spinning in the silence She finally drifts away Someone gets excited In a chapel yard And catches a bouquet Another lays a dozen White roses on a grave Yeah... "
I didn't understand it at first, but I still refused to look at the music. I wasn't going to sing with him. I just wasn't going to give in that easily. "And to be yourself is all that you can do Hey... To be yourself is all that you can do Someone finds salvation in everyone Another only pain Someone tries to hide herself Down inside herself she prays Someone swears her true love Until the end of time Another runs away Separate or united Healthy or insane."
The song actually fit more perfect that I thought. But I stared at him blankly, trying to show no emotion at all while he screamed in the microphone. "And to be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do) Yeah.. To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do) To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do) Hey... Be yourself is all that you can do."
I tried to look bored, but I was actually surprised that Finn was doing this. I thought he hated me just as much as everyone else did, if not more since I took his virginity. "even when you've paid enough been put upon or been held up with every single memory of the good or bad, faces of luck don't lose any sleep tonight i'm sure everything will end up alright you may win or lose But to be yourself is all that you can do Yeah...To be yourself is all that you can do.."
It really was a very motivational song, and as much as I hated to admit it, it really was inspiring me to be myself. "Ohhh... To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do) Ohhh... To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do) To be yourself is all that you can- Be yourself is all that you can- Be yourself is all that you can dooooooohoooo..."
"Thank you so much finn." I told him, burrying my face in his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me together. Who knew what one song could do? There were people out there that had it alot worse than me. At least through everything I went through, no one ever took the one thing that mattered away. I still had Britt.
So that's when I had a resolution. The more people that hate me, the less I have to pretend to get along with.
I stood up, marched myself to the locker room and told Sue I was back on the team, and left before she said otherwise. If those other girls quit, fine. It's not like they liked me in the first place. I searched the hallway for Britt, finding her within minutes. I grabbed her hand, gently, and pulled her downt he hallway behind me. I saw some sophomore look at us and mutter,
"Fuckin' lesbian." To his friends, looking at me disgusted. I turned around, walking back towards him, still dragging Britt behind me.
"Yep, sure am." I told him, giving him my Santana-Lopez-Is-gonna-fucking-go-all-Lima-Heights-On-your-ass-if-you-open-your-mouth-again look. And then I pushed Britt to the locker, kissing her gently, just to see what the other kid would do. He looked ready to say some snobby comment, but probably thought better of it, as he turned and walked away. Britt smiled at me, taking my hand as we walked down the hallway again, the first time where I didn't care what the other kids thought of me. Santana Lopez was back, back to be the bitch of the school, but this time, I'm gonna be who I want to be, not who I'm supposed to be.
The next day in glee club, Mr. Schue saw me back in my cheerios uniform and his eyes looked ready to pop out of his head. He shook it off, and pointed to Rachel to start us off, so we could get her annoying speech out of the way early.
"There are places I remember, All my life, though some have changed Some for ever, not for better And some have gone, and some remained All these places had there moments With lovers and friends that I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life, I loved them all But of all these friends and lovers Still no one, compares with you And these memories loose their meaning, When I think of love as something new No I will never, ever loose affection For people and things that went before I'll often stop and think about them In my life, I loved you more I know I'll never ever loose affection For people and things that went before I'll often stop to think about them In my life, I loved you more In my life, I loved you more..."
"I just want you guys to know that I love you, and that no one else has dealt with me for as long as you guys have, so thanks. " Rachel said to us, going back to her seat. The only thong I could think was, who are you and what have you done with Rachel Berry? Rachel was normally selfish, and only sang about Finn. Nice to know that she actually cared about the rest of us.
"Nice job Rachel. Mike, you can go next."
"Okay, thanks Mr. Schue. I got some help from Artie too." Mike made his way to the center floor and began to dance with the music, before showing off his newly developed singing voice,
"All right Gonna be all right Check this out, All right...Gonna be all right There was a boy who lay awake at night, Dreamin' what he'd do with his life What would it take to trade the rain in for that sunny day That sunny day I can't tell you what to do You've got your dreams, I've got mine too You can make it if you try
All I wanna say tonight is...
Follow your dreams and you will see Anything you want you can achieve Time to begin, fly like the wind Breakin down these walls you will be free Now that little boy is all grown up So you see that little boy was me I came here to let you know That I found that sunny day That sunny day I can't tell you what to do The dreams you hold will get you through The power you need comes from within Now you know it's in your hands
Follow your dreams and you will see Anything you want you can achieve Time to begin, fly like the wind Breakin down these walls you will be free .."
Artie wheeled next to Mike and started,
"I heard time and time again How everybodys got a dream but they feel they won't win Cause somebody who was illin, who wanted to be chillin So they could never make it even if they were willin So we put together this old school flow So everybody in my generation oughtta know No matter what you take from this scene Now you and me Can follow our dreams."
Mike finished the song with,
"Follow your dreams and you will see Anything you want you can achieve Time to begin, fly like the wind Breakin down these walls you will be free..."
"Tina, you inspired me to follow my dreams, and I think I want to be a dancer now instead of a doctor. Dancing is what makes me happy, no matter what my dad says."
"Great Job Mike! Okay, I have one last song for you guys, to lighten up the mood a little."
"When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh now now stand by me Stand by me, stand by me If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall And the mountains should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin', darlin', stand by me, oh stand by me Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me, yeah Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now now stand by me Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me Darlin', darlin', stand by me, stand by me Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me."
"Were a real family guys and we will always stand by each other, no matter what. And I think we proved that. Is that all for today?" Mr Schue finished singing and asked us. I raised my hand.
"Yes, Santana?"
"I have one more thing I'd like to sing..."
"Okay, go for it."
"You guys saved me. Like, really saved me. Who knows what I would have done if it weren't for you guys, and Quinn's annoyingly mothering advice. I don't know if I'd even be alive right now if it weren't for all of you, I was in a dark place, and you guys pulled me out. I don't know how to thank you enough for it, so I found a song I wanted to sing, just to thank you guys for all you've done for me." Brittany was staring at me with shinning eyes, so proud of what I'd become.
"For all those times you stood by me For all the truth that you made me see For all the joy you brought to my life For all the wrong that you made right For every dream you made come true For all the love I found in you I'll be forever thankful baby You're the one who held me up Never let me fall You're the one who saw me through through it all You were my strength when I was weak You were my voice when I couldn't speak You were my eyes when I couldn't see You saw the best there was in me Lifted me up when I couldn't reach You gave me faith cause you believed I am everything I am Because you loved me You gave me wings and made me fly You touched my hand I could touch the sky I lost my faith, you gave it back to me You said no star was out of reach You stood by me and I stood tall I had your love I had it all I'm grateful for each day you gave me I don't know that much But I know this much is true I was blessed because I was loved by you You were my strength when I was weak You were my voice when I couldn't speak You were my eyes when I couldn't see You saw the best there was in me Lifted me up when I couldn't reach You gave me faith cause you believed I'm everything I am Because you loved me You were always there for me The tender wind that carried me A light in the dark shining your love into my life You've been my inspiration Through the lies you were the truth My world is a better place because of you You were my strength when I was weak You were my voice when I couldn't speak You were my eyes when I couldn't see You saw the best there was in me Lifted me up when I couldn't reach You gave me faith cause you believed I'm everything I am Because you loved me You were my strength when I was weak You were my voice when I couldn't speak You were my eyes when I couldn't see You saw the best there was in me Lifted me up when I couldn't reach You gave me faith cause you believed I'm everything I am Because you loved me I'm everything I am...Because you loved me."
A/N-THANK YOU FOR READING ! Please review, that was the last chapter, so I wanna know how this is all together. Hope you enjoyed it! And the songs were
Finn: Be Yourself-Audioslave
Rachel: In My Life- The Beatles
Mike & Artie: Follow Your Dreams- Raze
Mr. Schue: Stand By Me- Ben E. King
Santana: Because You Loved Me- Celine Dion