Ok y'all another chapter! Thanks to all sticking with this! A bit of angst and drama in this chapter! Hope you enjoy and please please review! :)
Chapter 10
Santana flopped into her seat at the back of the choir room, beside Brittany and far, far away from Quinn. It was Friday evening and Santana could not have been more relieved about the impending weekend. Her week had been pretty awful. What with fending off obnoxious boys, listening to the other members pour their hearts out in Glee for the 'Feelings' assignment and doing everything in her power to avoid Quinn and her concerned looks and never-ending questions, all the Latina wanted to do was retreat to her bed. Unfortunately, all the Glee members apart from herself and Kurt had performed their numbers, meaning she would be singing today.
Kurt offered to go first, singing some boring show-tune about how in love he was. Apparently he was dating some kid from a rivalling show choir. Santana completely zoned out during the boy's performance, groaning inwardly as she felt here phone vibrate in her pocket. As she pulled it out, she cringed at her mother's name on the screen showing one new message.
Maria had been texting her daughter constantly since her father had woken up. At first the messages had been fairly mild, with Maria asking Santana to come down to the hospital or calmly suggesting the Latina break up with Brittany and come home to be 'fixed'. Over the past day or so though, the texts had started to get a bit out of control, with messages every hour or so. Santana had begun to ignore the texts, not bothering to reply, and this obviously annoyed Maria to no end and she began to send hateful messages to her daughter. The latest one read:
We both know it's a lie. She doesn't love you. The sooner you accept that the better. Come home to the only people who will ever truly love you. You don't want to be alone for the rest of your life.
Santana scoffed at her mother's message. This was a fairly mild one compared to some of the others she had received, which Santana had no doubt it was her father writing them. This one at least seemed like it was mostly coming from her mother. In a way, Santana was glad she received the text now, it made her even more riled up to sing her song. Kurt finished his solo and Santana clapped politely along with the others.
"Ok Santana," Mr Schuester turned to her smiling gently, "You're up!" Santana stood up slowly, making her way to the front of the room. All eyes were on her as she nodded towards Brad, the pianist, who began to play the opening of her song and the music filled the choir room. With a quick glance towards Brittany, Santana opened her mouth and began to sing.
Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start but can't complete
Listen to the sound from deep within
It's only beginning to find release
Oh, the time has come for my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own all 'cause you won't
Listen
Santana dared not make eye contact with anyone in the room as she continued the performance, staring off into nothingness.
Listen, I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried to say what's on mind
You should have known
Oh, now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
Most of the Glee Club members were at this point beginning to feel a bit bewildered at the Latina's choice of song. Brittany however, was staring, transfixed at her girlfriend, listening intently to the Latina's beautiful voice and the strong emotions she was conveying through the lyrics. Brittany was the only one who understood.
You should have listened, there is someone here inside
Someone I thought had died so long ago
Oh, I'm screaming out and my dreams'll be heard
They will not be pushed aside on words
Into your own all 'cause you won't
Listen
Quinn was also staring intently at Santana, trying to figure out exactly what the brunette was trying to say. The blonde couldn't help but feel that this song had something to do with whatever was weighing the Latina down and Quinn felt as though Santana was really opening up to everyone, if only she could figure out exactly what it was she was opening up about.
Listen, I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried to say what's on mind
You should have known
Oh, now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own
Santana squeezed her eyes shut tightly, desperately trying to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall. She knew that the entire Glee Club was probably beyond confused right now but she didn't care. This wasn't about the Glee Club. She wasn't doing this for them, she was doing this for her, she needed to sing this song, this was how she was feeling.
I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't, if you won't
Listen to the song here in my heart
A melody I start but I will complete
Oh, now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now I've gotta find my own, my own
Santana felt a solitary tear slide down her face as the song came to an end. Unsure applause rang through the room as Santana opened her eyes and rushed to wipe the moisture off her face as she returned to her seat. Brittany placed a comforting hand on Santana's arm as Mr. Schuester stood up, looking as bewildered as most of his students.
"Well Santana, that was…um…that was a great performance," Mr. Schue smiled awkwardly at the Latina, who was still trying to control her tears and crossing her arms over her chest, "Well done!" The bell rang as Mr. Schue finished speaking and the kids began to trudge out the door. Brittany turned to Santana.
"You ready to go, sweetie?" Brittany whispered, with a small smile playing at her lips. Santana sighed heavily, not meeting Brittany's eyes.
"Look, B," Santana began, "I feel like walking home alone today is that okay?" Santana looked at Brittany, watching as her smile fell slightly, "I just need some alone time, I'll meet you at home?" Santana added swiftly, hating to disappoint Brittany. She couldn't help but feel relieved as the blonde smiled widely once again.
"Okay, S" she said, nodding furiously, "I'll see you at home!" she called over her shoulder, before bounding out of the choir room, leaving Santana alone. The Latina exhaled loudly, before picking up her bag and heading out of the room towards her locker.
As Santana began placing her books into her locker, she heard distant voices. She felt a pang of fear as she remembered that some of the football players liked to stay back in the gym after school. Santana immediately began to speed up, frantically flinging her remaining books into her locker and slamming the door. She picked up her bag, whirling around swiftly, desperate to get out of the building as quickly as possible, and clashed head first into a large body, falling back slightly, taken by surprise.
Santana looked up fearfully, already beginning to shake with fear, and was met with the smiling face of Dave Karofsky. Santana rolled her eyes and put on a brave face, trying to step around the boy. He reacted quickly though, and stepped in front of her.
"Whoa, babe, what's the rush?" Karofsky smiled innocently, visibly checking out the small Latina, "I just wanna talk." Santana scoffed.
"Yeah, well I don't wanna talk to you so be a good little boy and fuck off!" Santana spat sarcastically, attempting once again to step around the boy, but being blocked off again. Santana's comments didn't seem to deter the boy, and he only stepped closer into Santana's personal space. The Latina found herself shaking uncontrollably and prayed the footballer didn't notice. No such luck.
"You cold, babe? You're shaking. Let me help with that." Karofsky attempted to pull Santana into a rough bear hug with his huge arms, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the, now terrified, Latina, as she struggled to push him away from her.
"Get off me!" she cried, trying desperately to remove his arms, failing miserably as Karofsky held her tighter, chuckling lightly at the girl's futile efforts. Santana was really beginning to panic now, as the huge footballer pushed her up against the lockers and held her down forcefully. Santana could feel herself losing control.
"I said get off me!" she shrieked, screaming as the boy leaned in to kiss her. Suddenly, Santana heard footsteps and, caught off guard, Karofsky was thrown off her. Santana immediately fled to the bathroom, tears streaming down her face and shaking uncontrollably, she didn't even bother to turn around to check who her savior was. She burst into the bathroom, immediately locking herself into a stall and collapsing onto the ground, emotionally and physically overwhelmed.
A few minutes later, she heard the bathroom door open and close and quiet footsteps on the other side of the door. Santana wiped her eyes quickly, trying and failing to stifle her sobs.
"Santana?"
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