WOW! Guys, thank you so much for the reviews, reading and following AND favoriting...such an awesome response. You've made me a happy girl. So, I guess I'll carry on then huh. lol.

So yea, stuff starts moving from here and I need to put a trigger warning in. This story will have details of rape within. This is gonna be my therapy, my way of dealing with stuff that has happened in my life, it will get dark...but hopefully there will be light at the end of the tunnel. So here goes. Chapter two. It's a little short but I've had a long assed day at work and I am sleeeeeepy haha. Hope you like anyway. Please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. Sc.

Santana beamed as she skipped off the last step of her apartment building. Quinn had said yes. The most gorgeous, funny, caring, witty, loving, cool, classically beautiful, genuine and generous girl had said yes. Santana was walking on air, Quinn was her girlfriend.

Life had been a bitch for the past few years, but now, with the blonde by her side, a steady income from a singing gig at a local bar, good friends and a few record labels interested in her talent, Santana felt the world was finally giving her a good hand. That things were finally looking up.

Stopping momentarily, the tan girl looked down the long sidewalk. Her brown eyes then drifted to the service alley, she weighed the options. Her usual route would take around 25 minutes, but if she cut out most of the pedestrian traffic by using the backstreet her journey should only take 15. Squinting at the late afternoon sun, the latina decided it was safe enough to use the alley. With a deep breath she patted the key in her jeans pocket and set off at a light jog for her former apartment. The Hummelberry twins would owe her big time for this.

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Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes as Santana's phone rang out yet again. "8 times Kurt. 8 times she's ignored me now!"

Kurt snorted from his seated position on the floor outside their locked door. "She's not ignoring you Rach. She'll just be tongue deep in-"

"KURT! Don't even think of finishing that sentence!". Screeched the diva, her cheeks blushing a bright red. Kurt laughed loudly, his head tipped back and the noise echoing off the hallway walls. "Oh, you think you're so funny don't you! ,You're nothing but crass Kurt. rude, and crass and childish and...". Rachel paused as her phone vibrated in her hand.

"And what Rach?". Questioned Kurt, trying to control his laughter. Not noticing that his friend was staring at her phone with a puzzled look. "Oh come on Rachel, insult me more. it's highly amusing.". The tall boy laughed again before looking up to see Rachel lift the phone to her ear, a worried look on her face.

"Quinn, tell me Santana is there and you're not calling to check up on her.". urged the tiny brunette, her face paling as she received news she didn't want to hear. "N, no. she's not here..I've been trying to call her bu, but it's been ringing out.".

Kurt stood instantly and gently pulled the phone from the brunettes grasp, quickly pressing the speakerphone button and reigning in the escalating conversation. "Ok, Quinn sweety. When did San leave to come here?". He asked calmly.

The phone line remained silent for a moment before the blondes worried voice sounded through. "About an hour ago...I didn't wanna seem clingy, so I left it till a few minutes ago...but she didn't pick up. Sh, she always picks up for me. Always.".

Kurt's heart tightened as Quinn's voice cracked. "Ok, honey here's what's gonna happen. You keep trying her phone, I'll send Rach over in a taxi to wait with you, I'll stay here and call some friends and we'll go have a look around for her. She's probably just wandered into a shop and is spending obscene amounts of money on her new girlfriend.".

A teary laugh sounded over the line. "I hope you're right Kurt.". A pause. "I can't have anything bad happen to her..I love her..".

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She tried to blink but something sticky coated her eyelids. Her head pounded and she felt disoriented. Again she tried to blink, but only managed to partially open her right eye. She felt cold, all over...numb too. Slowly, different senses began to awaken. First was her smell.

Blood.

The metallic and coppery scent of blood filled her burning nostrils.

Next was sound.

She could hear grunting, grunting and whimpering. But she couldn't place it. Everything seemed just out of reach.

Then came the pain. First on the side of her head, an intense and sharp flash that throbbed with her pulse. Then something worse, a raw, burning sensation ripped through her lower body. It was constant but it peaked in regular waves. She felt the flesh of her back scrape against something. She realised she was on her back, the ground tearing into her flesh..a heavy pressure registered above her. Suddenly brown eyes snapped open, through crimson tears she saw the angry gaze of a large man, his face screwed up in what looked like utter loathing.

Then it all crashed down.

The blood was hers.

The whimpers were hers

The raw sensation, was...him. It was him, causing it it to her. The Latinas stomach lurched, vomit spilled from her mouth. The man roared. The last thing she saw was his large fist heading towards her head.