Hey guys! Thank you for my second review and reviewer! It means so much to me that people are joining me on this crazy journey and are liking what I come up with. I've nearly finished writing this whole episode, I've just got the final chapter to complete, so the rest of the chapters should be up and live within the next day or so. Happy reading :)

*POSSIBLE TRIGGER: In this episode there is mentions to the start of a possible eating disorder*

Glee: Season 1 Episode 2 - Showmance

Chapter One
"Fabray…Lopez" Coach Sue shouts through her megaphone as we enter the school building. What the hell can she want now I think to myself, sighing and rolling my eyes. It was Coach who cancelled practise this morning, what could she possibly want from us at 7:50am on a Monday morning. I plaster another fake smile across my face as we both turn around in stereo.
"Yes coach" we answer simultaneously.
"I need you to find Schuester and tell him I need to see him in my office" Coach Sue replies. Why us? Why can't she walk up a flight of stairs to find him. I mean seriously she could have found him in the time it takes to unload the job to us "Immediately" she shouts through the megaphone straight in our faces.
"Yes coach" we answer, her voice still ringing in my ears. I've got bigger problems right now than Coach's made-up rivalry with Mr. Shue I think to myself continuing down the corridor. Without an early Cheerios practice to get me out of it I was forced to eat breakfast with my parents, and now I can feel the pancakes slowly making a reappearance. I hope to god that we find Mr. Shue on the way to the girl's bathroom.

I walk off leaving Quinn to follow behind. I can feel the clock ticking, I need to find Mr. Shue quickly, and then the bathroom. Thankfully I can hear their high pitch, squeaky, irritating voices from the bottom of the stars so make a beeline for Mr. Shue and Miss. Pillsbury. Eww, are they flirting? Aren't they too old to be flirting, they must be at least thirty-five. And isn't Mr. Shue married? I mean he wouldn't even make my top ten, seriously Miss. Pillsbury could do so much better. I push down a gip and roll my eyes as I walk past the pair.
"Get a room" I interrupt their conversation, shooting them a sarcastic stare, walking past towards the bathroom.
"Mrs. Sylvester wants to see you in her office, Mr. Shue." Quinn adds. "She doesn't like to be kept waiting" she says following me into the bathroom.

"So what you gonna do about Finn and Berry?" I ask applying another layer of lip gloss. Hoping to plant a seed in Quinn's head that she needs to go and speak to Finn and leave me alone in the bathroom.
"I'm going to convince him to quit the Glee Club" Quinn responds.
"How you gonna do that?" I probe.
Quinn lets out a little laugh and she turns to me raising her eyebrows suggestively and shimming her shoulders. I nod my head and giggle in return, approving off Quinn's plan, as she struts off out of the bathroom and off to find the big oaf. Finally, alone in the bathroom and not a moment too soon as my stomach lets out a loud noise and I run and throw myself down at the nearest toilet. I pull my head back and take in a big breath. Oddly, I feel better although my stomach is back to grumbling. The emptiness of my stomach is almost soothing to me now. These protein shakes must be working I convince myself. I stand back up returning to the mirrors and sort myself out, making sure I look hot before I exit the bathroom and strut off to class.

That afternoon I return home from school to an empty house. I turn to look at the notepad on the side and see a note left for me. 'Both working nights. Here's $30 for pizza. Love you Mija. M + P xxx'. I lift the notebook and see the three ten-dollar bills, pick them up and put them in my purse. Mmmm pizza sounds good I think to myself, looking own and pressing on my stomach, thinking back to this morning's pancakes and where they ended up. On the other hand, it seems pointless to spend thirty dollars on something that's going to end up in the toilet. Although I've never thrown up like that before this morning, my mystic Mexican third eye tells me that this is going to become a reoccurring issue. Must just be these protein shakes working I tell myself.

I decide to ignore my stomach and pizza cravings and sit down in the family room with my final protein shake of the day and watch some crap TV. Brittany's still not in school and still busy with that stupid cat of hers (don't tell Britt I said that she loves that thing) and I'm missing my bestie. Puck's been an okay replacement I suppose. I mean all we really do is 'make out' and it can get kind of boring, but that's what sixteen-year-old girls do right? Anyway, I'm not in the mood for Puck tonight and I can't concentrate on the TV, so I decide to go up to my room. I like my room, it's the only place I can be unapologetically Santana Lopez. It's full of all my secrets and where my walls can finally come down. I like my room. I'm safe in my room.

Like so many nights, I find myself digging in the back of my closet and bringing out that wooden box. My pandoras box. A box that not even my parents know about. My box of secrets. I open the lid and pull out another picture. This one is of a ten-year-old Santana Lopez on her birthday, sat in front of a huge birthday cake, with various different pizzas set out on the table. A big smile on her face, but the sparkle in her eye fading. Her mami and papi either side of her. I take a deep breath and sigh as I think back to this birthday. It was such a good day. There was a bounce house and a swimming pool, and all my friends were there, my abuela too. I was so happy. This was the last time I had a birthday party. The last time all my friends had been round. It was the last time my parents had not been working on my birthday. The last time we ever had a pizza party. Hell, it was even the last time I'd ever gotten a birthday cake. Nowadays I'm lucky to get a cupcake with a candle in it left in the fridge. I take a closer look at the little Latina in the picture, she's wearing a big pink 'Happy 10th Birthday' badge and some pink dungarees. This was the time in my life I really started dress all in pink, all girly, although I hated it, just to try and keep my family together. To show them I could be the daughter and granddaughter that they could be proud of. I shake my head putting the picture back in the box. Why Santana, why? I ask myself, why did I do it. It didn't work, my parents continued to work more and longer shifts, they didn't even notice when the pink turned to black. It worked with my Abuela though, I've never seen her so happy and proud of me as she is when she watches me as part of the Cheerios. She never looked like that when I played soccer. After putting the wooden box safely away I climb into bed. I can't bare the grumbling in my stomach anymore, so I switch off the light and yet again I am left alone in the quiet, darkness with my thoughts, ready for another sleepless night.