Hey everyone! Here's chapter 9! :D Thanks very much for all the suggstions and I hope to use a few in upcoming chapters! For now enjoy this one and please, please review! Proper drama coming up soon I promise! :)

Chapter 9

Santana slammed her locker door shut, glancing around the bustling hallways furtively, looking for a particular blonde headed Cheerio. Not spotting her, she sighed loudly, leaning her head against the lockers. It had been a long weekend. Right now she just wanted a hole to form in the ground and she wanted to be sucked into it. She had expected the weekend to be hard, but it had turned out to be a complete and utter disaster.

The Latina looked around the hallways, at all of the students, bustling around, not a care in the world, other than what their next class could be. Not her. At this point she didn't really care what class she had, she just desperately wanted to avoid the head cheerleader, as she had been doing for quite a while, and also try not to think about the fact that the man who had made her life a living hell for the past eight years, was now awake and she no longer felt that sense of security that she had been getting at Brittany's since the accident.

Not to mention all the stupid footballers. Santana wasn't sure what had happened over the weekend but suddenly all the guys were a lot more daring. What used to be open leering or crude comments, had now turned into whistling and constant attempts at touching her. One idiot had even slapped her ass as she walked down the hallway that morning, before wishing that he hadn't and probably becoming infertile after a well rounded kick that Santana was more than happy to deliver.

Although Santana was happy with how she had handled that particular situation, she knew that things would probably only get worse from here on, and that was the last thing she needed right now. All she needed was herself and Brittany. She didn't need her parents, she didn't need boys and, hell, she definitely didn't need Quinn, despite what the blonde thinks.

"San please! Just come out so we can talk about this," Brittany called, trying to keep her voice level, not wishing to startle the Latina on the other side of the door. Quinn stood beside her, looking confused and more than a little concerned. She had absolutely no idea what had just happened. They were just having a friendly game of 'I Never' when the Latina completely blew up at here. Something was going on with the brunette and she was genuinely concerned. The two girls hadn't known each other very long, but Quinn had come to care for the Latina and felt that they had become pretty close friends. She wanted to help her.

"I don't want to talk about it," Santana mumbled, not even sure if the blonde on the other side of the door could hear her. She hadn't managed to quell the tears that had been falling from her eyes for the past half an hour, since she had locked herself in this bathroom. Her phone lay idle on the floor across the room. She dare not check it again after receiving a dozen more messages, no doubt from her mother, asking her to come to the hospital or informing her of how wrong being with Brittany was.

She hadn't moved from her spot on the floor since she had gotten the first message, allowing the realisation of what had just happened to sink in. She had practically told Quinn, a girl she met two weeks ago, her whole life story, barely withholding the major details, which the blonde would, no doubt, now want to know.

Santana slammed her fist on the floor, cursing herself for being so stupid. She heard quiet voices on the other side of the door, before Brittany spoke once more,

"Santana," she spoke so softly, Santana almost missed it, what with her brain still in overdrive and fighting to control her tears, "Please, please just unlock the door. Quinn's gone to the kitchen to make us some hot chocolate. It's just me out here," she sighed heavily, "Please just let me in so we can talk about this."

Santana sniffed loudly, weighing up her options, "Please Britt, I can't". She felt the tears begin to fall again and it took all her willpower to keep them under control.

"I just want to help you," Brittany whispered, but Santana heard it. The Latina was a stubborn person, but she knew how much it meant to Brittany that she was the one that she could trust with anything. And she had to admit, it was important for her too. She needed Brittany, her best friend above all else. Standing up slowly, she unlocked the door and pulled it back, allowing herself to be enveloped in a bone crushing hug by the blue eyed blonde in front of her.

"I'm so sorry Britt," Santana sobbed into the blonde's shoulder, all her emotions getting the best of her as she stood in the tight embrace. Brittany held her girlfriend as she cried her heart out, rubbing small circles on her back and whispering comforting words into her ear until she had calmed down enough to pull away. "I shouldn't have freaked out like that. It's just I-I can't tell her. I can't-He'll-I" Santana stuttered.

"Ssh, it's okay," Brittany chided, placing a finger over her girlfriend's lips, silencing her, "I know, honey. And it's okay, you don't have to tell anyone anything if you don't want to," Brittany smiled softly at Santana's grateful expression, "Just come to the kitchen, have your hot chocolate, maybe apologise to Quinn for shouting at her and just try to get through the rest of the sleepover okay?" Santana opened her mouth to say something but was silenced once more, "Okay?" Brittany raised her eyebrows, smiling in satisfaction as Santana nodded. "Okay, let's go," Brittany led the way down the hall, holding Santana's hand tightly until they reached the doorway to the kitchen.

Santana took a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, not meeting the concerned gaze of the smaller blonde who was standing on the other side of the kitchen. Quinn approached the Latina cautiously, placing the steaming cup of hot chocolate on the table and placing her hand gently on Santana's, gazing sympathetically at her. The blonde opened her mouth to speak but was quickly cut off.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Santana muttered quietly but firmly, not removing her gaze from the table which she had been staring at for the past few moments.

"But Santana, I-"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Santana cut her off once again, with more force this time, looking up from the table and looking straight at Quinn. Brittany looked sympathetically between the two girls and the tension between them, before deciding to step in.

"Look, Quinn," Brittany began, immediately gaining the attention of the smaller blonde, who was looking slightly hurt but, more than that, she looked incredibly concerned, "It's been a long day and I think we're all tired. I think it would be best if we all headed to bed, okay?" Quinn nodded her head silently, averting her gaze to the floor, "Great, the guest room is just down the hall to the right." Quinn nodded once more, before mumbling her goodnights and retreating to her bedroom.

Brittany approached the Latina, who had returned her gaze to the table. The blonde turned her girlfriend's face towards her, immediately noticing the large tears in her eyes. Wordlessly, Brittany grabbed her girlfriend's hand and let her into the sitting room, where they lay down on Santana's bed. Santana scooted close to the blonde, laying her head on her chest.

"Thank you so much Britt," Santana whispered, her voice cracking slightly under the weight of the past hour, "I love you." Brittany smiled at the words, she always did. Running her hands through her girlfriend's hair softly, she kissed the top of the brunette's head.

"I love you too."

Santana was brought out of her thoughts by a soft nudge. She turned her head to see her girlfriend beside her, looking seriously at her. She then took in her surroundings; she was in her Spanish classroom. She must have walked there and sat down beside Brittany without even noticing, she was too caught up in her own head. Now, as she looked around, she noticed everyone staring at her, including the teacher, and concluded that she must have asked her a question. Santana paused a moment before shrugging her shoulders timidly.

"Santana, I would appreciate it if you would stop daydreaming and please pay attention in class!" The teacher huffed loudly, before turning back to the board and continuing the lesson, which Santana immediately tuned out of as Brittany nudged her again. Santana turned to her and was met with a concerned face. Santana simply smiled gently at her to ease her concerns, and Brittany seemed to accept this as she turned back towards the teacher to pretend to listen.

The truth was that Santana only smiled at Brittany because she wasn't really talking to her. The rest of the weekend had been awkward, with Quinn leaving early Saturday morning, as requested by Brittany to avoid any more tension, and Santana had pretty much been silent the rest of the weekend. She would speak no more than three words at a time to Brittany and would only speak when spoken to. She's stayed in all day Sunday, just watching TV and hadn't even joined Brittany on a trip to the mall. Brittany hadn't really minded and had just put it down to the fact that Santana was feeling under the weather, but the truth was that Santana just couldn't bring herself to speak to anyone. After her slip up on Friday, she didn't really trust herself to have a normal conversation with anyone, even Brittany who pretty much knew everything about her.

All day in school she'd been quiet, still not speaking more than a few words at a time, even to the boys who'd try to start a conversation. She had been trying desperately to avoid Quinn and had been lucky enough to have only met her once all day, that meeting being in the bathroom, where she made a quick exit before the blonde could ask any questions.

As the bell rang, Santana was filled with dread. It was now time for Glee, which meant being in an enclosed space with the blonde she was trying to avoid. She entered the choir room, Brittany beside her, babbling on about her cat, but Santana wasn't even listening, glancing around the room and locking eyes with the head cheerleader for a moment, before taking her seat on the opposite side of the room.

Quinn immediately approached her, sitting down beside her. Santana tried her best to ignore the blonde, but her eyes were boring holes into her.

"What?" Santana snapped, turning sharply towards the blonde, catching her slightly off guard. Quickly composing herself, Quinn leaned in closer, knowing Santana wouldn't want others to hear their conversation.

"I want to help you, you know," Quinn whispered, "I know we haven't known each other long, but just so you know, you can trust me." Santana rolled her eyes.

"Well thanks, Q, that's great to know," Santana spat sarcastically, "But not everything's about you, okay? This is none of your fucking business so back off!" The Latina stood up quickly, striding across the room and sitting beside Tina, folding her arms across her chest and sitting in silence, a permanent scowl present on her face.

Quinn looked at Brittany, stunned. For the second time in three days, Santana had completely lost it with her. And rather than putting the blonde off, all these outbursts were only making her more concerned. Quinn watched Mr Schuester striding into the room, looking as happy as ever, and she promised herself she'd get to the bottom of this.

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