Title: (Don't know. I'm open to suggestions.)

Pairing: Rachel/ Santana, maybe Quinn/Brittany

Rating: PG-13 for now

Summary: I truly do love you. I know at school nothing can change.

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Disclaimer: I own nothing

A/N: Stupid Shue

Part 7: Slaying Mr. Shue

I don't think I have ever been this angry. It feels like every time Rachel starts to make progress we come to glee and Mr. Shue shoots it all to hell. I feel a vindicated in my anger when I notice Q and B seem just as angry as I am. Mr. Shue keeps talking, trying to justify all the insanely stupid choices he has made lately. Finally I snap.

"YOU ARE THE WORST TEACHER I HAVE EVER HAD OR MOST LIKELT EVER WILL!" I roar at him as I stand up. Everyone else is dead silent as they look between Mr. Shue and me.

"Santana you are out of line. You need to.." I interrupt him before he can continue.

"I'M OUT OF LINE!" I yell incredulously. "Mr. Shue if you were a student I would have destroyed you for how you've treated Rachel. You make what everyone else has done look kind." I'm seeing red and somehow forcing myself to stay where I am and not kick his ass.

"Santana," he begins in a warning one, "I suggest you calm down before…"

"Before WHAT? You won't do anything to me. You need all twelve of us to compete. You claim to care about the students, but really you just want to relive your glory days through us. You're worse then Coach. At least she is up front about her goals. You hide behind manufactured concern and a sub-par ability at, really, everything. You pretend to be trying to build everyone else's confidence. The truth is you are so jealous of Rachel's talent that you try to tare her down worse then anyone else in this school. She is going to be something. You can't tolerate that she will go somewhere and you never did." I can't stop myself as I start to go for the kill. I am so sick of this self-righteous asshole trying to tare my girl down. "You are just as guilty as I am for pushing Rachel to do what she did. The difference is while I'm trying to make things better; you're just making things worse. You're taking away her life, her music." With that I do a storm out to rival any of Rachel's. Before I'm out the door I notice the stricken look on Shue's face. I can't help but take pleasure in that look.

As I reach the lockers I can feel my anger still growing inside me, only this time at myself. I shouldn't have done that in front of Rachel. I feel a hand on my shoulder and quickly turn. I have enough time to register tears in chocolate, before I'm a small slightly shaking body has jumped into my arms.

Fuck. I think. Shes crying. I made her cry. I'm so stupid. I can't seem to do anything right.

Soft lips that taste of vanilla and tears press against my own. I pull back and look at her confused. "Thank you." She says softly. "No one has ever defended me like that. Also it's not your fault. I should have talked to you. I didn't. Please quilt blaming yourself. It hurts me to know that my actions have put you in so much pain." I feel a slight weight lift from my shoulders at those words. I still feel guilty but hearing Rachel and not Q or someone saying those words helps a little.

"I love you," I whisper simply as I pull her into a tighter hug and kiss her forehead.

A soft smile graces her lips as her eyes look at me with wonder in them." I believe you."

I don't have time to respond as I feel another set of arms wrap around us. I look to see blonde hair. "Yay! Santana, you said what Q and I wanted to say. I just didn't know we could."

"Way to go hero," Quinn's voice calls out. B moves away as Q walks towards us. "You slayed your princess' dragon and then executed a storm out to rival all storm outs." Despite the teasing words I can feel the pride coming of Quinn.

"Quinns right. You're my hero," Rachel says. Rachel smiles coquettishly and bats her eyelashes playfully. I feel myself grin at both the words and the playfulness. "I really must find a way to repay you."

I chuckle before puffing out my chest and playing along. Screw if anyone else sees. I don't care as long as Rachel smiles at me like that. "Well, oh princess of golden stars, I have but one humble request. I wish to go back to your castle and listen to you sing. It is said that your voice rivals that of angels." I try not to laugh at how corny I sound. From the corner of my eye I see Q and B giggling quietly while holding each other.

Rachel's eyes light up in a way I was starting to wonder if I would ever see again. Without a word she starts dragging me to the parking lot. I haven't heard her sing in what feels like forever so I'm thoroughly looking forward to this. I can hear my blonde best friends laughing as they follow us. I have this overwhelming feeling that maybe, things will finally be better.