Santana sat curled up on her bed shaking. She'd been there for hours she assumed, looking out the window of the master suite, into the night. She couldn't remember when it changed from night to day to night again, or how she ended up on the bed in her room. The last thing she remembered was Edwin coming home from the hospital, it was 8:00 pm, and he was in one of those moods again. She was in the kitchen, attempting to cook dinner. Shit! If her parents were so intent on her becoming a Stepford Wife they should have at least taught her to cook and do laundry! When he entered he kitchen she figured she'd spring for the cutesy newlywed trying and failing miserably to read a recipe. She scrunched her eyebrows at the cookbook with a bowl of…whatever the hell this was supposed to be, in her arms, stirring it with the other. Upon feeling his presence, she looked up at him with an apologetic grin. He smiled back…but there was something different about it this time, something scary almost. He walked over to her slowly, when he got to her, her smile faded and he hit the bowl out of her arms, startling her.

"Can you do anything right!?"

"I'm s-sorry! I-I'm trying…"she stuttered, taking herself by surprise.

"Yea for 3 months you've been t-t-trying! Are you stupid! Was the whole 'you not graduating from high school because of attendance' thing a lie! Was it really because you're an idiot! Because it seems like basic, common tasks elude you!" he yelled, grabbing a dirty plate from the sink and throwing it at the cabinets above her head.

"N-no! I just have always had people around to do this stuff for me…."

"Oh! I thought you weren't a pampered princess! Yea! You remember that conversation we had at the yacht club." Santana didn't say anything just watched him in terror. This angered him more, "what are you too stupid to answer me now!? Answer me, dammit!"

Before she could he grabbed her by the arms and threw her towards the dinning room. She cried out in pain looking away from him as the tears fell from her eyes. Closing her eyes she had a flashback to the night she was kidnapped, the feeling of Edwin slamming her to the ground reminded her of being tossed into the van. Suddenly her mind flashed to the Finn in the hospital. The look on his face as he sat next to her, his hand tangled with hers the best he could not wanting to disturb her IV's, but his gaze was out the window. The expression on his face held a sinister, almost deadly expression, and when she started rubbing circles on his hand with her thumb he jumped. Looking down at her tears fell from his eyes, "I love you Santana. I'll never let anyone hurt you again. Ever!", he vowed to her in Spanish.

Now she was crying over her lost love, she just wanted Finn to run in and save her, but that was never going to happen. Ever. She pushed him away, he was gone for good and there was nothing she could do about it. Suddenly she was brought back to reality, by her husband's hand crashing down on her face. She fell to the ground, her hand automatically clutching the stinging on her cheek and temple.

"Get up!?"he demanded kicking her in the stomach. She cried out in pain as he reached down and picked her up, throwing her into the china cabinet across the dining room. He stood in the doorway watching her stumble to her feet.

"Who's Finn!?" Santana's eyes widened she never meant to say his name out loud. She stood frozen not knowing what to do, all she knew was she had to get out of there and fast. Looking around she saw the door leading to pantry/laundry room that lead back to the kitchen where her purse and keys were. Looking back at him and kicking off her heels, she sprinted as fast as she could towards the door slamming it in his face, she had never been more thankful for Sue Sylvester's six am conditioning then she was in that moment. Running into the kitchen she grabbed her stuff and went bolting for the garage. But before she made it to her car she felt her hair being yanked. She fell to the ground and was dragged back to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen he pulled her up by her ponytail and then pushed her into the cabinet by the refrigerator, her right shoulder and face making contact with side of it.

"Your not going anywhere until you answer me?!"

Santana opened her eyes, her vision was terribly blurred on her right side but it she was still able to make out the expensive butcher block they received as a gift at their wedding, sitting on the counter. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, the next thing she knew her head was hitting the cabinets as Edwin's hand made contact with the back of her head. She tried turning around to run for the front door but it was no use, his hand came back down on her knocking her back into the cabinet. The next thing she knew her hand was reaching for the butcher block, grabbing the largest knife she could find….and that was the last thing she remembered.

Tears fell from her eyes as she looked down, she was still in her white dress and apron. When she looked at her hand the knife was still there, stand with blood as were her clothes. For a minute she wasn't sure whose blood she was covered in, the room started spinning and her breath started catching in her chest when she heard the front door being kicked open. Crap!

Santana jumped out of bed and ran out of the room, through the hallway that led to the balcony overlooking the foyer. Looking down panic filled her body as she stared at a huge, buff man standing in the entry way. He had a leather jacket on, riding boots and crew cut that was obviously growing out. She turned to run to the back staircase when she caught a whiff of a familiar sent that sent her heart racing almost out of her chest. When she turned around to face the stranger in her home, she noticed his soft hazel eyes that brought instant tears to her own and made her weak at the knees.

"….Finn."