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Chapter 8

The following Monday, Santana found herself once again sitting in Glee Club, pretending to listen to Rachel blabbing on about the next solo she would be performing. Santana, in fact, had her mind elsewhere. The previous week had gone pretty well. Brittany hadn't had any more lunchtime Cheerios practice, so Santana wasn't left alone to eat, meaning the football players mostly stayed away. She managed to avoid any close encounters with David Karofsky, who, other than leering openly at her in the halls and making crude comments under his breath as he passed, hadn't bothered her.

She and Quinn had actually become pretty close the past week. Santana discovered that any classes she didn't share with Brittany, she had with Quinn, so the two quickly bonded. They'd walk to class together, sit next to each other and just generally keep each other company. Quinn would protect her against any crude comments from boys, with snappy one-liners of her own. Santana was incredibly grateful for this because, even though she's never admit it openly, she was terrified of all those guys, scared that one day, they might do more than just stare or comment, that they might try to touch her. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle that. Luckily, with Quinn or Brittany by her side, the guys would never try anything.

Santana was also really starting to enjoy Glee Club. They met Monday, Wednesday and Friday of every week, meaning she had been to three meetings already. She was really beginning to like everyone in Glee Club, getting to know them all. Although, there was something that just simply annoyed her about Artie, the guy in the wheelchair. She'd become pretty close to Puck, the mohawked boy, too. It turned out he was a pretty decent guy, aside from all the staring he did and the fact he was a bit of an idiot.

Rachel was the one that annoyed her to no end. Sure, she had a great voice and was probably the most talented of the group, but she never, ever, EVER stopped talking. Every lesson, she would jump up at the very start and practically talk for the entire lesson, about songs, her next solo, or even just Barbra Streisand, whom she seemed to have a scary obsession with. Santana swore she had a migraine every time Rachel finally finished talking. It was exhausting.

Everything had been going fine until Brittany showed up at her locker that morning, announcing how she was inviting Quinn to stay over that Friday night. Now Santana was having a freak attack. What if she asks questions about me? Or my family? Santana thought, I can't tell her, she'd freak out. Plus, I don't even know if I can trust her? Oh my God Britt, why did you do this to me? Santana was snapped out of her thoughts by Mr Schuester clapping his hands sharply.

"Okay guys, now that Rachel has finished," his eyes flashed over to the small brunette, "It's time to get on to this weeks assignment. I want everyone to pick a song that best describes their feelings right now. Whether it's happiness, loneliness, anger, sadness, whatever you are feeling, just find a song and prepare it for next Monday ok?" The class mumbled "yeah" and "alright Mr Schue" as the bell signalling the end of the day, rang and they all began to shuffle out of the room, Rachel running straight to Mr Schuester to discuss song choices. Santana rolled her eyes, mentally wishing Mr Schuester good luck, as she walked out the door with here pinky intertwined with Brittany's.

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Friday came sooner than Santana would have liked. She still hadn't chosen a song to sing in Glee Club and she now found herself at the Pierce's kitchen table, eating a delicious stir fry, but with Brittany and Quinn sitting across the table from her. She was incredibly nervous about the night ahead, as this was the first time she's been at a sleepover with more than just Brittany before. Although she had become close with Quinn over the past to weeks, she would have liked to keep that relationship within the school walls, only telling her things on a need to know basis. And a lot of things, she didn't need to know.

After dinner, Mrs Pierce announced that she was going to a get together with her friends and the girls were left alone after promising to behave. After sitting in silence in the sitting room for the most of ten minutes, they decided they'd better actually do something.

"Why don't we play 'I Never'?" Quinn suggested, shrugging lightly. Santana rolled her eyes but bit back a remark as she saw the look of excitement on Brittany's face. Keeping her mouth shut, Santana hopped up and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet and some shot glasses. Seeing Quinn eyeing her she explained,

"If we're gonna play this, we're gonna do it right!" Santana plopped back on the floor quickly, pouring them all a shot, "I'll start! I never stole my mom's car," Quinn sulkily downed her shot, Santana smirking, Brittany informed her of that drunken night after a party.

"I never kicked something and broke it!" Brittany exclaimed, watching as the other two drank their shots.

"I never saw a leprechaun," Quinn said lamely, eyes widening as Brittany downed her first shot. The game went on for another twenty minutes, each of Quinn's suggestions being worse than the next, but Santana found herself getting a bit drunk after drinking to almost every one and they were now onto their second bottle of vodka.

"God, Quinn! You really do suck at this game!" Santana practically yelled, feeling the alcohol start to really get to her. Quinn scoffed, but gave in.

"Fine!" The blonde yelled back, "I never kissed a girl when it wasn't to impress guys," The two other girls downed their shots quickly, not daring to look anywhere but the floor. Quinn eyed them suspiciously but just put it down to coincidence that they both drank for that one.

"I never skipped school when I wasn't sick," Santana joked, hoping to relieve the tension that was growing, succeeding when all three girls took a drink.

"I never got in a fight at school!" Brittany yelled, unable to control her laughter as the other two drank.

"I never got beaten up!" Quinn exclaimed, wanting to continue along the same line. Santana's smile immediately dropped and Brittany stole a nervous glance at the Latina, neither of these actions going unnoticed by the smaller blonde. Santana lifted the drink to her lips slowly, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill over as she took the shot. Quinn could sense there was something the other two girls weren't telling her, something was wrong, and she wanted to know what it was. "I never-"

"Stop," Santana murmured quietly, anger beginning to boil beneath the surface. She could see what Quinn was trying to do. The blonde looked sceptically at her and she couldn't hold it in any more, mistaking it for nosiness she yelled, "Just stop it! What's the next one gonna be Quinn?" she jumped up, tears beginning to fall now, although that could have been from the alcohol, "I never felt unloved? I never ran away, not caring where I was going as long as it wasn't home? I never cried myself to sleep every night, wishing it was me instead? Blaming myself?" she jumped up from her position on the floor, becoming even more angered at the look of shock on the small blonde's face, "Because, guess what, Quinn? I would be drinking to every one of those! Each and every one of those things is true! At least now you know without me having to get any more drunk!" she screamed, turning and racing to the bathroom, locking the door behind her before either of the other two could react.

The Latina bent over the sink in the bathroom, struggling to control her breathing and the tears that refused to stop falling. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the light hitting off something. Looking toward it, she saw the glinting, sharp edge of a brand new razor. It would be so easy at that moment, to rid herself of the pain.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of her phone. She tore her eyes away from the tempting sight in front of her and looked at her phone, seeing one new message.

Your father is awake

Santana's heart stopped. He had survived. He was awake and he was going to get her. She flung the phone as far away as possible from her as she sank to the floor, back against the wall, barely comprehending it smashing into pieces as she descended into tears.

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