Chapter 4: About you now

Santana's POV

"What?!" I scream into the phone. Is my dad joking? Why is Rachel in the hospital? She's supposed to be here at school. This is odd.

"Honey come down to the hospital." He tells me in a calm voice. I can't believe this.

"I'm on my way." I hang up putting my phone into my pocket, I leave the school heading over to the hospital. When I start to drive I feel my phone ring, I pick it up and it's Brittany.

"Hello?" I answer keeping my eyes on the road.

"San, where are you?" Brittany asks me.

"On my way to see Rachel." I keep driving until I see a black car behind me. That's odd.

"Where is Rachel?" She asks in concern.

"The hospital. Britt I'll call you back." I say.

"Okay. Bye San." She hangs up.

"This is bullshit." I speed up going at least 50 in a 40 speed limit. I have to get away from this car. I speed up some more but this car is gaining up on me. I speed up and make a sharp turn going to towards the hospital. I pull up and run it to the desk lady.

"Can I help you?" She asks me looking up from the computer.

"I'm here for Rachel Berry." I tell her tapping my hand on the desk.

"Are you family?" She asks with an attitude.

"Look, bitch she's my friend and she's hurt. Don't make me call my father in here." I give her my best bitch glare.

"Santana." I hear my father calling my name, I run over to him.

"Where is she?" I asked him.

"She's in room 107. You can go see her." He tells me. I took off running to Rachel's room. I open the door and I see her looking at television.

"Hey you." I greet shutting the door.

"Hi." She says not looking at me.

"What happened?" I sit down beside her.

"Nothing." She says harshly.

"Woah, check the fucking attitude Rachel." I stand up and glare at her.

"I'm here because of your friends Santana. Maybe you should tell Quinn to stop this." She says angrily, as she throws the remote against the wall.

"Quinn? She did this?" I question in shock. Quinn is so on my fucking list.

"I'm done with this Santana." She tells me.

"Done with what?" I asked looking at her.

"With this. Santana, we can't be friends if yours don't stop bullying me." She says.

"Rachel, I stopped. Your gun is still on my mind and I can't stop thinking about what you're going to do with it." I tell her honestly.

"I don't want you to think about it." She leans back into her pillow.

"I do. You know what could happen when you shoot that damn thing." I sigh shaking my head. She doesn't get it.

"I do. I get to see those fuckers bleed out in pain, screaming for mercy, for forgiveness. I'll hear them say I'm sorry Rachel, please don't kill me, I don't want to die. What about me Santana? I've thought about taking that gun, placing it into my mouth and pulling the fucking trigger." She says with tears falling down her face.

"Then don't be stronger than them Rachel, you deserve the best in the world, even it if's not with me." I straddle her.

"I want to be with you Santana, but I'm afraid of your friends. I can't take this from you, your friends, or my father." She holds me in place.

"I understand." I nod.

"I don't think I'm going to back to school. I might be leaving. I got some money saved up." She says looking into my eyes.

"What about me?" I asked her.

"I know your number." She laughs.

"Rachel, please think about this." I plead.

"Fine." She smiles at me. We fall asleep together.

The next day I walk into school very unhappy. Rachel's leaving and I'm upset that Quinn would do this to her. I walk to my locker and open it. I feel a hand around my waist, I turn to look to see that Sam is standing there with a smile.

"Hey San." He greets.

"What do you want Sam?" I asked him shutting my locker.

"I thought we could hang out later?" He leans against my locker.

"I can't. I'm going to be busy." I turn to walk away from him.

"Wait. Is this about Rachel?" He asked steeping in front of me.

"Yes, it is. Why did you do it? Why follow Quinn?" I question him with a hard glare.

"She's a nobody." He spits.

"Well, that nobody wanted to kill herself. We almost caused that, you know we could go to jail for basically letting a person take their own life Sam. I stopped, it's not worth taking a life, what if it was us going through what Rachel is going through?" I raise a brow at him.

"San, we are somebody. We couldn't feel like her." He laughs.

"Wow, that's low. Fuck off Sam." I turn to walk away from him. Rachel could be gone right now and nobody would care if she died. This is bullshit.

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Rachel's POV

I don't know what the hell I'm going to do about this. I really want to finish school and shit, but this is too much. Quinn planned all of this and I'm going to get my revenge on her, I'm sitting here on my bed looking at my gun thinking about what I want to do with it. Should I throw it away or should I kill Quinn? So many thoughts are going crazy in my head. No one should get treated like this, I'm human just like they are. I just want to know who my mother is, from what my dads have told me she gave me up as soon as she had me. I don't want to believe that. I hear my door open and its Santana.

"How did you get in here?" I asked her.

"I picked the lock." She puts her hair pin back into her hair.

"So, what brings you by?" I sit down on the bed and move my gun under my pillow.

"I wanted to know if you made a decision about leaving or staying." She sits down in one of my chairs.

"I don't know Santana. What would you do?" I question her.

Pure Silence.

"I-I don't know. To be honest I've never been bullied." She tells me. I figure that much out. Santana has always been popular in school. So that's not a shocker.

"Ah. I hate feeling like this, you know? Sometimes it's hard to know on whether you belong here on this earth. When there's cruel people here in this world and they do bad things to you. You would want to kill them." I tell her honestly.

"How bad did they beat you up?" She asked me.

"To the point where I could breathe, I almost died. They don't care though." I shrug.

"I care. If I didn't, I would be here with you right now Rach." She gets up and sits beside me.

"I know, thanks San." I hold her hand.

"You're welcome." She smiles at me. That pretty smile I can't stop thinking about.

"I'll stay." I blurt out.

"Really?!" She tackles me into a hug.

"Yeah, but only for you." I stare into her eyes.

"I like that idea." She lays her head on my chest.

"Me too." I rub her back and she sighs into my neck.

"Please tell me that your father is out. I don't want to have to deal with him talking shit about you." She says.

"He's out for sure." I say.

"Good, because he would have met Snixx today, and she was going to be pissed hopping off of the bitch town express." She laughs.

"Snixx? Is that another version of you or something?" I asked her.

"Yep, she's my inner bitch and doesn't care about talking shit. I have rage and she comes right out when I do." She smiles.

"That's hot." I giggle.

"I suppose, but I don't want to go all Snixx on you though, she's not a nice person." She says rubbing my belly.

"Sometimes, I wish that we could've been friends." I say with tears forming.

"Hey, I know we weren't at first, but we're getting there, maybe we'll be more than friends." She says stroking my cheek.

"I'd like that very much." I sigh into her touch. We're broken out of our thoughts when we hear some noise coming from downstairs, which causes us to get up. Santana and I look at each other before she says something.

"That's not a good sound Rach." She says in a scared voice. I'm kind of scared too, because it is just me and her.

"What do you think it is?" I look at her.

"I have no idea, but it sounds like someone broke in." She goes to grab the bat that's beside my desk. I really wanted to grab my gun, but I promised Santana that I wouldn't use it on anyone even though I want too. I hope it's not a group of men in here because I'm still kind of in pain from that beating Quinn and her little goons gave me.

"Should Snixx come out now?" I asked her smirking.

"I'm not pissed off right now, so no." She shakes her head.

"Let's go see." I open my door slowly and we began to walk downstairs. I see someone in my kitchen. I put my fingers on my lips to tell Santana not to make a sound.

"Okay." She whispers. I take the bat from her and I'm about to hit this person until I realize who it is.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked angrily.

Who's in Rachel's house? Santana and Quinn will have a huge argument next chapter that will harm their friendship. Brittany will make a hard decision on her relationship with Quinn after she finds out what she did? What do you guys want to happen between Rachel and Santana? Which story next? Sweet Lady Kisses.