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My family went silent. I was too afraid to look up, to look into my mom's dissapointed eyes, and my dad's flaming ones. I stared at my feet, just wanting someone, either of them, to say something. I heard my dad's fork drop against his plate. I knew he was mad. I looked to my mom for some kind of reassurance, but she seemed to shocked to even register that i was looking at her.

"Mami, I-" She cut me off, her words pouring out of her mouth.

"No, Santana! You're not...that. Your perfect! You were the heach cheerleader, you have straight A's, always a nice new boyfriend! This isn't you!"

"Damn it, Mom! You don't know anything about me! And I know who I am, you can't change that. All you can do is except it! Besides, I was only the head cheerio 'cause Quinn Fabray got herself knocked up with my man. The straight A's? Easy, and I barely even go to class anyways! The boyfriends? It's common sense mom, they never like me. They just know that they'll get a good rep. for dating me, and that im the biggest slut in school so I'll give them whatever they want!" My voice broke at the end. I couln't beleive she was doing this to me.

"Santana, we can...we'll talk to someone. A counselor maybe, and see if they can fix you! Something is wrong with you. Being...gay, it isn't natural! It's wrong and immoral!" She yelled at me. By then I was crying, but it didn't stop me from getting angry.

"What the hell is wrong with you? It's my life mami, not yours. Why do you care if i do something wrong, or immoral?"

"Because I love you and I don't want you to ruin your life doing something so unnatural!"

"Fuck that, no, shit, fuck you! If you loved me, all you'd want is for me to be happy with the woman I love!"

"Language Santana! I do love you, but you can't be happy, not like this. Its...It's disguisting."

"No, you are! You raised me for 17 years and now your screaming in my face telling me what you think about me? Thats disguisting. Not me."

"Think of what your trying to tell us Santana! We can fix you!"

"You can't fix me when nothing is fucking wrong! Papi, say something!" For the first time, he looked up, looked at my tear filled eyes, and sighed.

"Language Santana. What do you want me to say? I agree with everything you're mother is telling you..."

My heart dropped when I heard him say that. He was always my hero, always the one who took care of me and rescued me when my mom was on one of her rampages. And now he just told me he thinks I'm disguisting, too.

"Maria, go upstairs. I'd like to...talk, with Santana. Alone. To see if maybe my worsd can fix her."

I faught back tears as my dad said this to my mom.

He walked up to me, grabbed both of my hands, tight enough to hurt, and looked directly into my eyes. They were like a forest fire. I'd never seen him like this. Except that time that he was drunk when I was eight. My blood ran cold as the memory flooded through me.

He walked in my room, a beer bottle in one hand and his eyes shining with nothing but hatred. He came up to me, surprising me from the smell of the alchohol. I knew he was drunk most of the time, but he usually stayed away from the when he was. He began to yell at me with slurred words, blaming me for his fight with my mom. I didn't know what was going on. I didnt know what he was planning to do, until his open hand stuck my face. I looked up at him, silently crying, as he hit me again and again. He finished, seeming to realize what he had done, and ran out my room screaming "I'm sorry!" at the top of his lungs. He never laid a finger on me again.

The only other time i'd seen that look in his eyes, he'd hit me. I knew what was coming, so i braced myself, sure it would come. He whispered,

"Words don't work for you? I heared from Ms. Puckerman that you like force. Don't think I don't know about you and Noah."

"Papi, please! Usted no puede vencer a los homosexuales de mí! No va a cambiar lo que soy! Por favor, papá!" (A/N-Translation: You can't beat the gay out of me! It won't change who I am! Please dad!) I yelled at him, pushing tears back down my throat. I'm Santana Fucking Lopez, and Santana doesn't show her feelings to anybody, except Britt. I didn't realize I had spoken in spanish until after the words came out, but usually it happened when I was really mad, and my dad knew it too. He just stared at me, and I knew that I needed to say something to make him understand. So, naturally, i said something that probably made the whole situation worse.

"Papa, I'm gay. You ca-" He cut me off, slapping me across the face. I felt the skin break from the ring on his finger. He seemed to mad to even realize what was going on but that didn't stop him. He threw his fist into my stomach, causing me to see stars as a dropped to my knee's. He looked at me expectedly, like i was supposed to say 'oops!Now that you beat the shit out of me, I remembered I'm straight! Thanks dad!" Yeah right. I shook my head no, trying to tell him that you couldn't just fix me for being gay. Everyone knows how much that didn't work for Karofsky and Azimio trying to fix Kurt. Even though Karofsky was just as gay as Kurt and I combined. And he was technically my boyfriend. He continued, hitting me here and there, blood and buises following his punches. By the end of his little game, I was lying on the floor, a bloody bruised up mess. He looked at me, and said,

"Well? Anything to say?"

I coughed, looked at him, and said as best i could,

"Only straight I am is straight up Bitch." Same thing I told Karofsky when I told him he was my boyfriend. He slammed his foot into my side, walking up the stairs, still muttering about my language. Well, that went well. I muttered to myself before breaking out into tears, finally letting myself cry now that nobody was looking. I tell my parents this huge secret about me, and my mom takes it upon herself to to try and talk the gay out of me, while my dad tries a much more...violent aproach as he attempts to beat the gay out of me. If this is what coming out felt like, there was no way in hell I would. If this was what coming out was, I'll die a closet lesbian. The pain in my stomach and side of my face was blinding, but I knew I needed to get out of this house before my dad came back downstairs. I used the stair railing to pull myself to my feet, slowly making my way over to the front door, when I realized I couldn't drive like this. Not when I could barely move. I'd probably kill myself. I collapsed onto the couch, pulling out my phone, and doing something I never had and probably will never do again. I clicked the first name in my phone, in my speed dials, and texted a message that said

'Help. My house." To whoever it was. I sincerely hoped it didn't end up being Brittany. I couldn't have her in my house while my dad was like this. If he did this to me, who says he wouldn't do anything to her? After the message sent, I let out a sigh of releif as i realized it was Puck. I remembered I had him in my speed dials in case i needed to call him quickly, to go over to his house to...okay, everyone know's we were bed buddies. He let himself in, using the key under the mat like he always does, and whispered when he saw the lights off.

"Santana?" I pulled myself off the couch and wrapped my arms around him, silently sobbing into his shoulder, not even caring at the moment that I let me emotions show. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in tighter. I gasped, as pain shot through my body. He looked at me confused.

"Are you- Oh my god. Santana, get in my car. NOW."

I stumbled into the passenger seat of the car, with Puck behind my trying to help.

"I can do this without you, Puckerman! I don't need you, I dont need anyone!" He knew I was just angry and taking it out on him, so he backed off without words, getting into the drivers seat and driving me to his house in silence. We pulled into the driveway, me climbing out of the car, walking into his house and laying on the couch while he parked. He came inside, sitting next to me on the couch, and asked,

"Santana, what happened?" He seemed shocked. He knew as well as everyone in the school that NOone messed with Santana Lopez. I got in a fight with Quinn the first day of school and totally kicked her ass in the hallway. Plus all the fights when I was little, defending Britts, the only person ever to actually take me down was Lauren, but she had an unfair advantage on me. So, people usually left me alone. Thats why Puck seemed so surprised when he realized not only did somebody have the guts to try and fight me but they actually won.

"Puck, if I tell you something, do you swear not to tell anyone? Not even Quinn?" Over the summer, Puck and Lauren broke up, something about Lauren finding out who Puck was still in love with. So Puck and Quinn got back together, but Lauren is still friends with them all.

"Just tell me." I couldn't tell him everything right now. I couldn't tell him why my dad did this to me.

"It was my dad." I felt his body tense beside me, the look on his face was almost enough to make me scared, if I didn't know him so well.

"Don't worry, Puck, I'm fine."

"Doesn't look like it to me. Why'd he do it?"

"I, uh, can't tell you that part. At least not yet anyways."

He knew better than to push me when I was like this. He simply nodded, whipping his head around when he heard the garage door open.

"Shit! My mom's home! You gotta go!"

"I can't go home! Please, don't take me back there. Puck, I- I can't go home." He looked into my eyes, and finally nodded, taking my hand and pulling me over to his mom. She looked surprised to see me.

"Santana, honey, what are you doing here so late. It's almost 10:00..." I looked at Puck waiting for his response.

"Mom, is it okay if Santana stays here tonight? She can stay in the guest room..." Puck asked his mom.

"Noah, you have a girlfriend. You can't have other girls sleep over while you're dating someone else."

"Mom, she's friends with Quinn. And I promise, nothing is going to happen. It's just that she needs a place to stay tonight." I almost smiled when he said 'friends with Quinn.' as if.

"Well, okay. For one night. But remember Noah, I'm on the same hall as you, and you guys were never quiet. So I'll know." I faught back a laugh as Puck's face turned red.

"Mom!"

"Goodnight kids." She smiled at us and went upstairs.

I pulled Puck over to the couch, and leaned on his chest as he turned on the T.V. I wasn't trying to do anything. It just felt nice to be up against him, someone who I know loves me for me. So feeling him up against me, so close, it jsut felt nice. Not as nice as-

"Shit! Puck give me your phone!" He handed it to me confused. Mine was dead, so I needed his. I rolled my eyes at the picture he used for Brittany's contact. It was one of us making out at a party, both extremely drunk. It rang a few times before Britts voice said,

"Hold on Puck, I need to find my phone. I think Lord Tubbington took it again." I giggled as I listened to her searching her room.

"Okay, found it! Sorry Puck, I can't come over. San says I can't come over while you're dating Quinn."

"Its okay Britt. I don't need you to come over."

"San? Why are you using Puck's phone?"

"I'm at his house and mine died." I regretted the words the second they came out of my mouth. She would think we were doing something, which we definitely weren't.

"San, if that means it's a no, then- I can't do this. Bye Santana. I love you, but I can't do this. No more friends, no more bed buddies. It's done." I dropped his phone on the floor, feeling like my heart exploded. My brain was numb. I subconsiously wrapped my arms around Puck's neck as he stood in front of me, crying enough to soak his shirt. I did all this for her, and she just left me. WIthout Brittany, my life meant almost nothing.

A/N: Next chapter some Quinntana friendship, more Pucktana, and maybe a few other people from Glee Club. Please Review!