A/N-Thanks soooo much for those who reviewed! It means alot. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter (: Oh! also, i forgot about this in the begining. oops!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. It's on my bucket list though xD

"Santana, please, come on. Just tell me what's wrong." Puck whispered while stroking my back, trying to calm me down.

"I- I can't Puck. I just can't. I did it for Britt, but now, she- she-" I broke into a new round of tears, causing another sigh from Puck as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

"Santana," He started, grabbing my hands and looking straight into my eyes, "you and I have been friends for years. Longer than you and Britt. We grew up together, and we really were best friends until Middle School happened. Then we had our...uhh...experiences, dating and the...the other things. But truly, I've always been there for you, no matter what happened, and even when we were fighting we stuck up for eachother. You know I love you. Not in the way that I love Quinn, but I do love you. And I don't like seeing you like this. I want to help, but I can't say the right things if you don't tell me what's wrong. I know you like staying closed off, but if this is so serious you came to me instead of Britt, then you need to tell someone what's going on. Please Santana, just let me help you." I'd never heard so many words come out of his mouth at one time. I stared at him, shocked that he even knew that many different words, let alone how to put them together in not only one sentence but an entire paragraph. I decided that other than Britt, if I couldn't trust Puck, I couldn't trust anybody.

"Noah, do you swear on your fucking life that if I tell you this, you will not tell anybody?" He shook his head, agreeing, startled that I called him by his first name. Only Berry did that.

"I will fucking kill you, and I mean it, if you tell a single damn person you know. Got it?" He stood up, starting to seem a little cautious, but finally he said,

"Oh don't worry Santana, I know you would kill me." A small smile crept across my lips. I stood up across from him, about two feet away, and took a deep breath.

"Puck, I know this might be weird for you, but I-" I swallowed air, my lungs closing up. I began to panic, last time I told somebody my little secret I got the crap beat out of me. But Puck would never do that, would he? Then again, he used to bully Kurt for being gay...on the other hand, so did I.

"I'm a lesbian." I waited for him to say something, like to tell me to leave, or maybe to hit me across the face like my dad did. Instead, he stepped forward, wrapping me into a tight hug.

"I will make your dad wish he never did this." He whispered into my ear.

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

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" I paused, unsure of how to answer.

"I was afraid. Hell, I still am afraid. Afraid of all the looks, the talks, the whispers. I didn't want people to start messing with me."

"You're Santana fucking Lopez! Nobody would mess with you. Besides, they lay a finger on you and I'll be back in Juvie so fast for beating up those jerks."

"I love you too Puck." I smiled into his chest as he pulled me down onto the couch.

"What made you decide to do it? You know, come out to your parents?"

"Brittany." I barely said it loud enough to understand.

"You love her, don't you?" He looked at me when he said that. I just nodded my head.

"Come on, let's go to bed." He carefully pulled me up the stairs behind him, into his bedroom. I looked at him confused. Wasn't I supposed to sleep in the guest room? He pulled into the bed beside him, laughing at the look on my face.

"Oh my god, Santana. I'm not going to do anything. Just lay down." He rolled his eyes.

I carefully crawled into bed next to him, as he whispered goodnight to me and rolled over. It seemed uncomfortable the first few minutes, but after a while, it felt nice to know someone who truly cared about me was laying next to me. I dont remember falling asleep, but I remember the awful nightmare that followed.

"What's going on Britt-Britt?" I asked, trying to grab her hands, but she pushed me off.

"Get away from me! That's disguisting!" She screamed in my face. I didn't understand what was happening. Didn't she tell me she loved me?

"I- I don't understand."

"You never understand anything, San! Ever! No means NO! Now leave me alone!"

I ran out of her house and into my father, who beat me right there int front of Brittany's house, her watching but not saying anything. He left me there, Britt slammed the door, and I had no where to go.

I woke up, panicing. What if that really happens? What if she really does reject me again? I looked around for Puck but he must of left. I grabbed his phone off the nightstand, calling Kurt for some reason. He answered,

"Uh, Puck? Why are you calling me?"

"It's Santana."

"Oh, well that makes much more sense." He said sarcastically.

"Just answer my fucking question."

"You haven't asked one..."

"Oh, right. Well, did Blaine ever reject you? When you told him how you felt about him, did he ever push you away or, I dont know, hypothetically, call you disguisting.?"

"Well, no. Not really. Why?"

"Oh okay. Yeah, uh, thanks Kurt. No reason, bye."

I hung up the phone, asking myself why i decided to call Kurt randomly. When I noticed Puck wasn't home, I assumed he went to Quinn's house so I decided I'd take a shower and try to get cleaned up. I never knew how painful it'd be. I noticed the bruises down my stomach first. It was like I was splattered with blue and purple paint down my stomach and sides. My face had a scab from where my dad's ring cut into my skin, and my nose seemed a little swollen from another hit there. I pretty much looked like a mess. A hot mess I told myself. I got out of shower, surprised at the smell over powering the house. Making my way downstairs, I saw Puck actually cooking. I know, it surprised me too. The only other time i'd ever seen him make something edible was at that Glee Bakesale our Sophmore year. After we ate, Puck and I watched a few movies. Around 7 or 8, right before sunset. He looked out the window and practically dragged me to his car.

"We better get over to Britts house right now!" I laughed at how excepting Puck was. He didnt care about what I was, he just cared that I be who I really am. He seemed so excited to get me and Britt together, even though it must be awkward to find out that his ex-girlfriend/bed-buddy was gay after all. He drove me to Brittany's house, explaining to me how I was going to do this.

"Is there a song Brittany really likes, or one you can think of that would explain your guy's frienship? Anything?" I thought for a while, when I remembered our duets competition, before them mistake I like to call 'Stubbles McCripple Pants'. She prefered the term 'Artie'.

"Yeah, there's one that she wanted to sing with me while ago, but we never actually did."

"Perfect."

When we got to her house, I climbed the tree in Britts backyard, with Puck controlling the music in the car. I sat in her window sill, trying to be silent so she would't turn around. Britt always left her window open, so I sat inside waiting for the music to start so I could begin to sing.

"Come to my window, crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon. Come to my window, I'll be home soon." I started off. My voice shaking with nerves. Brittany turned around, so that she was facing me.
"I would dial the numbers, just to listen to your breath. I would stand inside my hell, and hold the hand of death. You don't know how far I'd go, to ease this precious ache. You don't know how much I'd give, or how much I can take." Brittany just stared at me.
"Just to reach you, just to reach you, just to reach you."

"San?" Brittany practically whispered. I smiled and nodded my head, happy she didn't push me out of her window or something like that.
"Come to my window, crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon. Come to my window, I'll be home soon." Brittany opened her mouth and joined me singing for the rest of the song.
"Keeping my eyes open, I cannot afford to sleep. Giving away promises, I know that I can't keep. Nothing fills the blackness, that has seeped into my chest. I need you in my blood, I am forsaking all the rest. Just to reach you...Just to reach you. Oh to reach you." Our voices sounded perfect together. I could slightly hear Puck singing along with us, standing on Brittany's porch.
"Come to my window, crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon. Come to my window, I'll be home soon." Britt grabbed my hands and pulled me inside of her bedroom. She stopped singing, letting me take the next part to sing by myself, since it applied more to me, how I feel about things now.
"I don't care what they think, I don't care what they say, what do they know about this love anyway?" She cried as I sung those words.
"Come to my window, crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon. Come to my window, I'll be home soon..." I ended the song with tear filled eyes. She jumped off her bed, pulling me into a hug, letting me know that she understood what was going on, what I was telling her. Peope don't usually think Brittany's all that smart, with her random comments and her take on most things. But me? I think she's just one of the smartest people I know.

"Uh guys? Can you, like, come back down here? Cause' I think you're neighbors are starting to get suspicious about me just standing here for a while. And I know you're parents don't like me Britt!" Puck called up from to Brittany's window. She ran over to the window, pulling me behind her.

"Why's he here?" She asked cautiously.

"I told you Britts, I was at his house last night. I told my parents, and my dad really didn't like what he heard," I pulled up my shirt a little bit to show her the bruises, and indicated to the spots on my face.

"So I went to Puck's house. I knew that other than you, he was the only person I could really trust and I couldn't just stay home after what my dad did. That's what I called to tell you last night, B." She just stared at my stomach, shocked, even though my shirt was down. She just knew the bruises were there and couldn't take her eyes off.

"I'm fine though Britt. Really. I'm okay. And I'm ready to tell everyone else too." I tried to convince her.

"Santana! Brittany! Will you guys please get your asses down here!" Puck yelled again. We both ignored him.

"I'm so sorry San. I never should have made you come out if you weren't ready."
"I don't think I ever would have been ready Britt. I'm glad you made me do it. Now, school starts Monday, and I'm gonna tell Glee Club. I'm not entirely ready to tell the whole school yet, but I'll get there. Oh, and speaking of school. Shit, I forgot, I gotta dump Karofsky and then tell everyone he's gay. Oh well, I guess that's what Monday is for."

"San, that's mean."

"Hey, only straight I am is straight up bitch." (Thats got to be my new saying or something, 'cause damn, that's the truth!) I told her. Just because I'm going to come out of the closet, didn't mean I couldn't still be the honest bitch i've always been. Besides, I have to get Karofsky back some way for what he did to Kurt. Kurt might forive him, but I sure don't.

A/N-Thanks for reading! Pleaaase don't forget to review. Like I said, I was going to put some Quintanna, but it just seemed like this was a good place to end this chapter, and I dont want to make them too long..so next chapter I PROMISE some Quinntana friendship. Sorry about that! And also, the song is 'Come to my Window' but Melissa Etheridge, since Brittany suggested that they sing that song in the duets competition. Thanks for reading, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! :D