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Since it's a glee fanfic, they're actually going to be singing this chapter
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Again crying, a lot of crying. And mumbling, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Followed with more crying. "I didn't mean it." Sobbing. "I'm really, really sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Quinn asked angrily. "What did you do, San?" The only answer were more tears. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" The sound of a body crashing against a wall.
"It's all my fault," Santana managed to say throw her sobs. "I told her-" Crying again.
"What did you say to her?" Quinn voice was full of loathing.
"I, … I,. I said that she should went to Europe with her dads, 'cause nobody would miss her and her dads were the only people who would ever love her."
The sound of flesh hitting flesh clashed through the room. "That's evil San, just evil."
"How was I to know –" Another slap echoed through the room.
"Don't, don't even try to defend this. You might as well pushed her of the bridge yourself," Quinn literally gnarled.
"Girls, what's going on in here." Footsteps walking in, a grasp of air. "What happened to your face? We better get some ice on that."
"I'm fine," the latina spoke up. "I've to go."
"Me too," Quinn said politely. "We've to go to school."
"Hi Rach," Finn's voice spoke softly. "We heard about Santana, and please don't believe her. People care about you, love you. I love you."
"If you love her so much, why did you guys brake up. Again." Quinn interrogated.
"Go away, just go away. You were never nice to Rachel, never, so why are you even here?"
"I might have not been really nice to Rachel in the past, but she was always kind to me. And I want to be here for her, when she needs her friends." A silence. "You can glare all you want, I'm not leaving."
The door opening. "You two didn't kill each other yet. Too bad, I was hoping for some action."
"Puck," the cheerleader scolded.
"What, after what happened with San today, I thought Finn would have kicked you out of here."
"We might be both Cheerios and bitches at times, but don't compare me with her. I would never say that to anyone." Finn just snorted. "I wouldn't."
"I believe you baby mama."
"Hi Rachel," Lauren spoke up. "I'm sorry for your lose." A silence. "Now I'm out of here."
"You just came here," Puck said surprised.
"Yeah, so. I came, I talked and now I'm leaving." A door slamming.
"I might go after her, she's been acting weird all week. And don't kill each other while I'm away."
Another silence, just filled by the casual sounds of people moving through the room.
"Hi guys, Rach," Brittany said happy. "How are you feeling today?"
"Who are you asking?" Finn sounded confused, Quinn sighed.
"To Rachel of course. And don't tell her she can't sit on the bed, she won't move anyway."
"Rachel likes it when I sit on the bed. And my daddy said that since it's Friday tomorrow, I can sleep here again tomorrow."
"She is my girlfriend, if someone should be sleeping here it's me."
"Ex-girlfriend. You can't claim to be in a relationship again, without her permission. Although I don't know why she would want together with an idiot like you." The sound of a struggling, before a body fell on the ground. "Don't think you can hit me."
"What's going on in here?" The same voice as this morning. "You again, why do I keep finding you in fights. The two of you leave right now. I'm going to have a word with your school counselor."
"Miss Pilsbury is weird," Brit commented. While footsteps retreated from the room.
"I'm just gone text San okay? She wanted to come by, but she was afraid of the Glee club. I'm sure she will tell you all about it." The sound of fingers hitting buttons. "Don't be scared of how she looks." A beeping sound. "She's here in a minute." Another silence.
A door slowly opening. "Hi Brit, are you sure they're not coming back?"
"Yeah, and otherwise I'll protect you. Nobody ever gets mad at me." A gasp of pain. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I knew that they were going to be angry with me."
"Maybe you should tell Rachel what happened. Otherwise she feels like me in mathclass." A chair being moved through the room. "You can sit on the bed with me and Rach."
"Thanks B, but I rather sit over here. "So Berry, you probably wonder what happened. I sound ridiculous."
"Keep going."
A sigh, "well Quinn overheard me this morning, which you already know. And at Glee practice she told the whole group what I said to you. Well everybody but Mr. Shue, since he was late, again. So they all started yelling and some did a little more."
"Puck and Finn hit her, really hard. And she didn't even fight back. Even since she could kick both their asses."
"I deserved it," she mumbled. "And then they banned me from coming here, but I'd to come and tell you how sorry I'm."
"You forget how Sam, Mike and Mr. Shue pulled them off you."
"I didn't think it was that important. Anyway Berry, since you like singing so much. I thought you might like it if I sang something.
Call me Mrs Guilty, Mrs Guilty that's my name
Without a doubt it's all my fault, I'm the one to blame
You say that you're unhappy I do believe it's true
Cause I'm the one, the no good bum
That did it all to you.
I'm so sorry, sorry as a girl can be
I'm so guilty, this is my apology
You have been a victim, a pawn in my cruel game
I done you wrong, and I strung you along
And now I'm full of shame
To compensate for damage done
Well there's not much I can do
So I sit and drink and I sit and think
Of all I done to you
You're a martyr, taking all this time
I'm a villan, guilty of a dreadful crime, cry me a river
All your tears and logic, you know they
Finally made me see
I deserve the shame, I deserve the blame
The guilt belongs to me. Yes you're innocent
You're as pure as driven snow
You've been had, I'm a cad, at least at last I know
Song: Mr. Guilty by Loudon Wainwright
I might a few small changes in the lyrics, to fit Santana better.