It's not Always Sunny on the Other Side Chapter 13, a glee fanfic

A/N-Kay I know the last chapter was kind of depressing cause' Santana was doubting herself and all that stuff but it leads somewhere I promise..I just wanted you to be able to see like really deep down what she was thinking...haha alright thanks to those of you who actually REVIEWD, I can't tell you how much that means to me! Please give me some input? and enjoy the story (:

I told you San, I love you. Isn't that a good enough reason to stay?

Britt texted me, but seeing as I was too drunk to even make out what it meant when my phone beeped, I didn't even realize that I had a message. I really needed to start thinking about consequences, because being drunk in Quinn's house does not equal a happy Quinn, and when she starts pounding on my door, that does not make a happy Santana. A pissed off Quinn and a moody Santana usual end in a messy fight...of course, I was just crying and yelling at myself anyways right now, but it wasn't really about anything, I just turn into an emotional volcano when I'm drunk, which is usually never a good thing since I have all this real built up emotion inside me already, I don't need the fake emotions too.

"Santana, god damn it turn the music down!" Quinn yelled through my door in a groggy voice. I'd obviously woken her up when I started listening to music. I changed the song as she pounded on my door some more. She stopped for a second, so I turned it up even louder to see if she had left.

Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6 Like a G6, Like a G6 Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6...

"Open the door!" She yelled at me. I just stared at the door with blood shot eyes. I knew she'd just open it anyways, it wasn't like it was that hard to shove a bobby pin in the door handle, but I really just didn't want to get up so I waited for her to let herself in.

Gimme that Mo-Moet Gimme that Cry-Crystal Ladies love my style, at my table gettin wild Get them bottles poppin, we get that drip and that drop Now give me 2 more bottles cuz you know it don't stop...

"What the hell is going on in here..." Quinn asked me as she started fiddling with the door knob. I didn't bother trying to hide the red cups scattered on my floor or the empty bottle of some kind of booze I can't even remember lying on the floor with another half gone in my hand. I knew she'd smell it, see it on me. It wasn't worth hiding. I was kind of itching to get in trouble anyways. Then at least I'd feel something.

Hell Yeaa Drink it up, drink-drink it up, When sober girls around me, they be actin like they drunk They be actin like they drunk, actin-actin like they drunk When sober girls around me actin-actin like they drunk...

"Turn the music down Santana," Quinn told me as she opened the door. "And- oh god what is that smell?" She turned the light on. I could tell from the tone of her voice she knew exactly what that smell was, she just didn't want to believe it.

"God damn it! Again Santana? Really?" She yelled as she kicked one of the red cups into the side of the wall. I just laid on the bed, watching her as she knelt down to pick up the empty cracked bottle off my floor.

"Do you realize how strong this stuff is." She didn't even say it like a question. I nodded, like duh.

Sippin on, sippin on sizz, Ima ma-make it fizz Girl i keep it gangsta, poppin bottles at the crib This is how we live, every single night Take that bottle to the head, and let me see you fly...

"You took everything from me Quinn! Everyone likes you better than they like me! Even my parents wish I was more like you!" I screamed at her before breaking into a round of sobbing, and then came the next round of a new emotion, "I'm sorry Quinn I love you please I'm sorry! ….GET OUT I HATE YOU YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" See, emotional volcano.

"Maybe because I don't do shit like this every time I have a fucking problem Santana!" She yelled back, waving the empty bottle in my face.

"Why do you even care?" I cried in a broken voice.

"Cause' I care about you! Believe it or not, we are friends. Why else would I let you stay here? Why else would I not kick you out the first time you come home drunk? Why else would I be standing here arguing with you instead of telling you to get out of my house and take all this crap with you?" She told me, indicating the alcohol.

"I don't know." I stated simply. Not really to anything Quinn just said, I just didn't know about anything anymore. Why do things like this always happen to me? How is it me that always ends up in this kind of situation.

"Does Britt even know you're doing stuff like this when she's not around?" Quinn asked cautiously.

"Why would she even care?"

"She loves you..."

"No she doesn't!" I screamed throwing my phone at Quinn and burrying my face in my pillow.

Its that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up (You can't Touch this) Its that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up (You can't Touch this) Hell Yeaaa, Make you put yo hands up, put yo put yo hands up Hell Yeaaa, Make you put yo hands up, put yo put yo hands up...

"What'd you say to her on the phone?" Quinn asked nervously.

"I told her the truth. She deserves better than me."

"No she doesn't, she wants you Santana, she doesn't want someone else."

"Read the messages then, it says in there."

"I don't get it." Quinn said to me, confused.

"Look! I asked if she had a reason to stay, and she never replied."

"No, dumbass. She replied, you were just to wasted to get it. Look, she said 'I told you San, I love you. Isn't that a good enough reason to stay?' You're the one that stopped replying cause' you jumped to a conclusion and think the answer to everything is beer!"

"It's not beer, it's whiskey." I pointed to the bottle in her hand.

"Whatever! Where'd you get it?"

"I don't know, Puck gave it to me, I didn't pay attention."

"How much of it did you drink?"

"The whole damn bottle, and it still didn't help this in my head. It just won't stop. It's yelling Q, make it stop."

"Maybe you should take a break from drinking for the night...you know, so you don't over do it..."

"Trust me Q, I have a high enough tolerance to this stuff that I could probably drink 6 bottles of it and be fine."

"Alright, just...be careful." She didn't sound convinced, but she started waking out of my room anyways.

"And turn the music down!" She yelled as she walked down the hallway. I ignored her, like usual, and didn't touch the volume. I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up in the bathroom with a pounding headache. I really need to stop drinking, or these hangovers will never get any better.

"Santana, you realize that just because your sick doesn't mean that Sue is gonna' excuse the rest of us from Cheerios practice?" Quinn yelled as she tried to drag me out the door. I scrambled away from her, back into the bathroom.

"Go without me then." I muttered back, rinsing my face in the sink.

"No way. I don't trust you in this house by yourself. The last thing I need is for my mom to come home and find you passed out on the couch and her liquor cabinet empty."

"Don't worry I won't drink hers, I have some of my own." I argued. Quinn rolled her eyes, like that was not the best way to win her argument. I finally gave in, not because she convinced me, but because I actually did sort of want to go to school, to make sure things were okay between me and Brittany. I thought for sure she'd just be a little confused, but not quite understand, so she'd come talk to me and we'd work things out...that sounded reasonable right? Apparently I was wrong when I walked in and saw Brittany. On Arties lap. It felt like someone just ripped my heart out...again. With this, on top of my hang over, was not going to add up to a good day. I could tell already.

"Uh, Britt?" I couldn't control the shaking in my voice. Finn stopped in his tracks when he saw the situation. He probably stood there to help make sure I didn't kill Stubbles McCripples pants.

"Yeah? Oh, hi San!" She smiled at me, like this was completely normal for me.

"Wanna tell me what's going on here?"

"Well, that guy over there just got slapped by his girlfriend, and the girl over there just came out of the bathroom. And Sue just kicked that girl off the cheerios for being a fatty, and that guy-"

"I meant with you."

"Oh. Nothings going on with me." She sighed and shrugged.

"How about you Artie? Whats, ah, new?"

"I think I better get to class." He motioned for Brittany to get up as he wheeled away.

"What are you staring at Frankenteen?" I spit at Finn, not bothering to hold back the anger in my voice anymore.

"I, uh, I think I'm just gonna go..."

"Good idea." I smirked at him and turned back to Britt.

"What's the matter San? You seem mad."

"I am mad! I'm fucking pissed, and I don't even wanna be here I'd rather be back in Quinns bathroom with a nice bottle of whatever that shit Puck gave me was but instead I'm stuck here watching you riding around on wheel chair boys lap! I yelled it all in one breath, having the sudden urge to throw up again.

"Why? We weren't doing anything...I thought you trusted me."

"It's him I don't trust. I'm scared of losing you Britt, especially right now. I push you away when you get close and I pull you in when you start to slip away. I'm trying so hard at this Britt and it just hurts so bad. And after I called you last night and you thought I broke up with you and then I saw you on his lap I thought you were dating him again, and it really freaked me out." I wasn't yelling anymore. Of all the responses she could have said, she asked,

"Why do you want to be in Quinn's bathroom?" I just smiled at her, at how light she makes the most complicated situations.

"I ventured back into the old Santana ways last night Britt. Worst hang over ever." I laughed, starting to feel the room spin.

"It's okay San. I just really wish you wouldn't drink when I'm not there..."

"I love you Britt." I laughed.

"Love you too San." She smiled at me, taking my hand.

"ugh why are you yelling?" I whined, being serious but apparently she thought I was joking. She just laughed. Maybe everything last night happened for a good reason. I mean, sure, it doesn't feel so great. But now I'm too busy focusing on not spitting the contents of my stomach all over Britt to notice all the kids staring at us, making rude comments and pointing, whispering to there friends. I just pulled Britt closer to me, and continued making my way to the bathroom.

Me and Rachel, strangely enough, were the only ones late to Glee Club. Me, because I couldn't find the strength to get off the bathroom floor, and Rachel because she was helping one of her other teachers. Teachers pet. Finn looked at us weird when we walked in together, but he dropped the glance when I gave him my devil eyes. I didn't even pay attention when Rachel didn't sit next to Finn.

"Alright guys, we're gonna have to cut it short today, i've got plans with Emma's parents soon so let's jump right in! Tina? Why don't you go first."

Tina made her way down to center stage, and opened her mouth to sing, staring at Mike the whole time.

It's like a little piece of heaven When you stay You make me feel like it's all Okay
And now I know that the sun Will only shine When the clouds go away Cause thats how you make me feel Thats how you make me feel today And you're like a little piece of candy
On my tongue You're so much fun And i flip like a butterfly With one look in your eyes Thats how you make me feel And I think I like you And I think you like me too Lets keep dreaming and wishing This way Growups don't take enough time to play love, and so, it matters at the end of the day That's how you make me feel Thank you for making me feel this way And I think I like you And I think you like me too...

"I was really inspired by what Kurt said, about everyone singing about sad stuff. Right now, even when something bad happens in my life, Mike makes me feel so much better, like I'm alive, and I can't think of anything right now that's more important in my life than you are. I don't have anything that I need to get off my chest, other than just saying, Mike, I love you." She smiled at him, and he grinned back at her, pulling her up against him as she took her seat.

"That was great Tina! Okay, up next, how about...Finn."

"Mr. Schue, to save a lot of risks for accidents, I didn't add a dance to mine." Finn started, and everyone laughed.

Was it something I said Was it something I did (oh) Looking for an answer Cause I don't even know Why you're so upset with me Girl what is this about Them other shawtys I don't care about Baby sit down Only when we singing is when I want to hear you yelling out loud Count Down Backwards from 10 Now ain't that much better Break down Every little word She said this, he said that Don't believe none of them lies Please stand down begging on the shit that don't really matter Wish i could start on a brand new chapter I done this type of thing before i already know how story unfolds All i wanna do is love you right Take my time Read between the lines... Girl... Read between the lines... Girl... Here we go again Heard it all before it's getting us nowhere fast So, lets we retrace our steps and figure out where we left ooh girl lets talk this through..Baby sit down Only when we singing is when I want to hear you yelling out loud Count Down Backwards from 10 Now ain't that much better Break down Every little word She said this, he said that Don't believe none of them lies...

"Nice job Finn..." Mr. Schue seemed a little distracted by the clock on the wall.

"Rachel, I know I've cheated before okay? I've been cheated on by Quinn, and I've cheated on her. But I've never cheated on you. you were the one that cheated on me with Puck, remember? I've never cheated on you, I don't care what everyone's been telling you, I love you Rachel." Finn was staring at Manhands in a kind of creepy but endearing way. He took his seat in the chair a few down from Rachel, but I could tell right away she wasn't mad at him anymore, from the way she was staring him down from the back.

"Wonderful job Finn! Blaine, go ahead and finish us off for today."

Blaine opened the oddly shaped hole in his face and began to sing.

So you're tired of wakin' up on empty You left for something that ain't real So you think a couple of familiar faces is gonna turn it all around You wanna be where they still pump your gas for you where they your name They think that you are some beauty queen or somethin better where they remember your name And ain't it good to think about the weather Doesn't seem to be time for that no more It's hard to hear when you're busy sayin what you want said What you want said, it ain't clear You wanna be where they still open doors for you It's not hard for them to remember you at all They light your cigarette and tell their friends you used to love them Where they remember your name More forgiveness More time away from feelin like you do today More forgiveness More time away from feelin this way, alright It's easy when you laugh, reminds you of you
It's easy when it's easy, it still ain't easy at all So you're tired of wakin up on empty You left for something that ain't right it ain't right, ain't right, no You wanna be where they still pump your gas for you where they remember your name They think that you are some beauty queen or somethin better where they remember your name More forgiveness More time away from feelin like you do today More forgiveness More time away from feelin like you do today, alright Babe, you're gettin better Babe, you're gettin betterBabe, you're gettin , yeah, yeah More forgiveness, yeah More forgiveness More forgiveness More time away from feelin this way...

"Guys, I miss the Warblers. I love being in the New directions, I just miss my old family. I went back to visit them because I felt homesick, and one of the guys there, Sebastian, he showed me this song and It really fit how I was feeling. If I had the chance to go back in time, I'd still leave because I want to be here with you guys, it's just that I really miss them. This Glee Club isn't as much as a family. You guys seem like you are ready to fall apart at any second. You're always threatening to leave, and in a real family, you don't give up on anyone or just walk out. Sorry guys, just being honest. Truthfully, I'm homesick, but I'm not going back." Blaine looked satisfied, but took his seat.

"Warbler, we are more of a family than your little gay guy singing group will ever be alright? You weren't a family, you were Blaine and his followers, like some kind of fucking cult! We fight, argue and lie to eachother, but at the end of the day, we're they're for eachother. This is only family I have, since my mom and dad refused to acknowledge I even know them, so I might not be an expert on this family shit, but I know that what the 12, excuse me, 11, of us have here, is what a real family is, someone special taught me that last year, and that person is what family means to me, so don't you come to my family and tell us that you'd rather have your cult back cause no one's keeping you here pretty boy! Get your blazer back on and get the hell out of my choir room!" I yelled at him, sounding a bit like Sue, but set off a little by the fact that he just told us all to our faces that we weren't a real family.

"Language Santana! Enough! Sorry for the hurry guys but I have to be to breadstix in 15 minutes! Next week I'd like to see Mike and Rachel, and I have something I'd like to sing for you guys." He said while rushing out of the door, hurrying to meet his Ginger girlfriends parents.

"Just keepin' it real Mr. Schue." I shrugged as he rushed out of the room. Whatever. I wasn't in a very good mood anyways. Not to mention the fact that I had another urge to run to the bathroom again, after all that time with my mouth open, it surprsed me I didn't throw up my insides all over the seats.

"Santana, why are your eyes so bloodshot?" Kurt asked me.

"I don't know Little Red Riding hood, gonna question me about my teeth next? Do I look like a fucking grandma wolf? Keep it to yourself Porcelain." I spit back at him as I bolted out of the room to head to the bathroom.

"Just trying to help you Satan." I hurt him mutter behind me, sounding a little hurt as I rushed out of the room. I practically fell onto the bathroom stall, my head falling in the toilet as I spit up the contents of my empty stomach. Almost immediately I felt familiar hands pull my hair away from my face. I knew it was Britt without even turning my head to look. I just felt ashamed that she had to see me like this, but it didn't seem to bother her as she brushed my hair back, stroking my back until I was satisfied that I'd be able to stop throwing up for a while. After rinsing my mouth for what seemed like hours, I finally turned towards Britt. She took my hands in hers and sighed.

"I wish you'd be a little nicer to Kurt, San. He's the only one that has the slightest clue what you're going through, and soon he's not gonna be willing to talk to you when you feel like you need him the most."

"I don't need anyone other than you Britt. I can deal with it myself."

"San, It's hard to feel sorry for you all the time when you push help away. Do you realize how much happier you'd be if you just stopped trying to change this? I know you don't want to except what's going on with you, I know you're trying and you don't know how much it means to me that you're doing this, but at one point, I'm not gonna be enough for you. Right now, you have no one Santana, no one but me. And eventually, this is gonna get to the point where I'm not enough to get you through this cause' you're gonna need someone that understands you, and Kurt might be the only one who can help you, yet you push him away just like everyone else. Think about where you're gonna be when this thing is killing you, and you've shut yourself out too much to have help. No one's gonna wanna hear about your problems when it's your own fault you didn't solve them before they got out of control. Just think about your future, San. Cause' even though you're losing it right now, hating yourself, I still love you, and I don't want to see you do this to yourself." Britt finished, dropping my hands, and walking out of the bathroom. When did she get so damn smart? See, when I said she wasn't stupid, I was being serious. Britt really does know what she's talking about sometimes. It was almost like she was in my head though a little, which kind of scared me, but she did have a point. Not that I wanted to believe her. I just didn't want to believe what she said. I didn't do getting help, I did things myself, I took care of myself, and I delt with consequences later. That's how my parents raised me. It's their fault I'm so fucked up, not mine.

The next day, I made my way to the locker room after school to get ready for Cheerios practice. Honestly, I don't know why we meet in the locker room. We're required to wear our uniforms to school, and we have to keep our hair in a perfect pony all day, so basically all we do is sit in the locker room. It's pointless, but no one questions Sue without losing their spot on the team, besides me, Quinn, Britt, and for some reason Becky.

"Ladies, I want you in the gym immediately, I have some very disappointing news for you all." Sue walked into the locker room and told us, her voice angry but her eyes sad. I wondered what was going on. We all filed into the locker room, Quinn leading Becky and I, with Britt behind us and the rest of the cheerios following her. We were surprised to find Mr. Schue, who was supposed to be at breadstix (He either found this more important, or Sue forced him here), and a few other people there. Everyone glanced around at the people in the gym, looking confused but went to sit down. Everyone except me, Britt, and Quinn. My eyes caught on one person in particular, and I froze. I couldn't move. I felt Quinn grab one of my hands, and Britt take the other, leading me to a seat in the bleachers in the back. Sue's eyes drifted towards mine, like she was apologizing ahead of time. Mr. Schue looked like he was trying hard no to hit someone, and Ms. Pillsbury looked to the point like she was ready to pass out. And my father just looked plain angry. A bunch of other people were there, parents of some of the cheerios probably. Maybe that's what this was, a mandatory parent meeting, and Sue forced my dad here. But even Sue wasn't that cruel. Sue walked over the front row of the bleachers and took a seat, staring menacingly at my dad. Each parent stood up, calling out names of the girls and making them stand in a row, I had no idea what was going on. That's when I noticed Quinn and Britt's mom and dad next to Mr. Schue and Emma. Quinn's mom looked extremely confused about what was going on, but no one seemed to want to tell her. Why were they here too? Over half of the team, well, all except about 7 of us (me, Quinn, Britt, Becky, and 3 who's names I don't know) were left in the bleachers. Then Mr. Schue waved the rest of us to go stand next to the group of cheerios, by the other table. My dad looked at Sue.

"Choose." He told her. She looked at him, confused, and said

"what?"

"Choose. These girls over here," He indicated the majority of our squad, "their parents don't want them on the team if she's on it." He pointed to me. Now Quinn's mom looked even more confused. But that's when it clicked for me. Those were the homophobic parents who didn't want their daughters on a cheer team with a lesbian, and he was making her chose: kick me off, knowing that Quinn and Britt would follow, or choose the remaining half of the squad and make it to nationals. I knew which she'd chose right away.

"I can't kick someone off based on their sexual orientation, race, religion, or looks, Mr. Lopez. I checked, trust me." Sue told him, thinking it was finished. Now Quinn's mom was asking everyone what was going on. I was desperately hoping no one would tell her, worrying she'd side with the majority of the parents because she was so religious. So far, everyone just shook their heads when she asked.

"No, you're right. But their parents can force them to quit. So you have the majority of your team here, who you could take to nationals, and all you have to do is kick 1 girl off your team. Chose which group you want. "

"Fine. I'm more likely to win nationals with this group anyways. I've won every year when I've had these girls The only time I lost was when I didn't have them." She motioned for me and Quinn and the rest of the people on our side to walk over to her.

"Not so fast Sue, with those 7, you don't have enough to compete in Nationals."

"Midyear tryouts, bump up a few JV girls, I'll figure it out." She started to get up.

"You're not gonna find anyone that would stand being on this team with her." He pointed to me again. That's when Ms. Fabray jumped in.

"Will someone please tell me what is going on? Mr. Lopez, last time I checked, you were a doctor? Am I right? Don't doctors help people? Also, I thought Santana was your kid. I now see what she meant by having trouble at home. No wonder she came to stay with me. I don't get what the big deal is though. She hasn't done anything wrong."

"She's staying with you? And she hasn't even told you?" My dad was loving this, I could tell. People called me Satan? See where I get it from.

"Told me what?" Ms. Fabray looked wildly confused now.

"It's not your business to go around and tell people! If she wants to tell Ms. Fabray, I'm sure she will!" Mr. Schue yelled at my father, shaking from anger.

"She's my daughter, and if I want to tell Ms. Fabray here that the girl who is sleeping in her home, with her daughter, is a lesbian, I will." He looked at me to see what I'd do.

"Santana, just calm down..." Quinn whispered.

"You know what, I quit. You can have your fucking cheerios." I walked out of the gym, not even trying to hold back my tears because I know it wouldn't work. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Quinn turn to her mom and point to the other side of the table, and saw her mom shake her head, and resume her seat next to Mr. Schue, glaring at my father, I guess I could have told her, I was just so afraid. Not long after I made my way out of the gym, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Go away Q." I said, expecting it to be her. Instead, I just felt sturdy arms wrap around me, I knew without looking that it was Puck. Quinn probably texted him during this whole thing, since she couldn't get out of it, and he skipped out on football practice.

"One of these days I'm gonna hurt your dad so badly." He whispered to me, rubbing my back as I laid my head on his chest.

"Santana, why'd you quit?" I heard Mr. Schue's voice echo down the hallway.

"I was gonna get kicked off anyways. Or make the rest of them get kicked off, and then we'd have no chance at winning nationals." I cried, as Puck helped me up. I saw Quinn's mom come down the hall after him.

"Santana, can I talk to you?" She asked. I was going to go, but Mr. Schue said,

"Hold on, Judy. Santana, you know you just let your dad win though right? That's what he wanted? He's just trying everything he can to make you how he wants you to be."

"Mr. Schue, I've heard all your lessons about just being yourself and loving yourself, but that's really hard to do when you don't love who you are. Where's Britt?"

"Her and Quinn had to practically be forced to stay and hear the rest, but I'm sure Sue will come up with something eventually." Not even 5 seconds after he said that, the fire alarm went off. Sometimes, Sue was my hero. Most of the time, she was the villain, but every once in a while she was the good guy.

"Santana." Ms. Fabray waved for me to follow her into one of the classrooms. As soon as I walked away I heard Puck say,

"Mr. Schue, what the hell happened? Quinn told me to get my ass out of football practice and find Santana cause' her dad's here. She didn't tell me what was going on and-"

"Chill out Puck. We'll explain it later." Mr. Schue cut off his oncoming rant. Ms. Fabray shut the door, and turned towards me. I couldn't look her in the eye.

"Look, Mr. Fabray, I'm sorry for not telling you, I was just so scared. I understand though I'll leave."

"I don't want you to leave, Santana. You can stay with us as long as you'd like. But why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid that after everything with Quinn getting pregnant, you'd just go back to being all religious and kick me out and I just needed somewhere to go, and Quinn was being so nice to me, after all I've done to her. I mean, make fun of her for sleeping with Puck, then call her kid a lizard baby, try and get her kicked off the cheerios numerous times, beat her up in the hall, steal almost all of her guys, slushy her here and there, who knows what else, and she still didn't judge me. I didn't want to lose that."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear the last part...but don't worry okay? You can talk to me if you need to, just don't blame yourself about his alright?" I nodded, and she did the most unexpected thing. She hugged me as I got up. She opened the door and led me back out to the hallway, where I saw Sue. I didn't know what to say to her.

"You shouldn't of quit, Lopez. Don't know if we could win without your Sandbags to distract the judges from the constant mistakes of the other girls." She said. I wasn't sure if she was complimenting me, insulting me, or just saying she was gonna miss me on the team.

"At least Quinn can finally be captain again. He's taking everything from me." And without even caring that 4 people who cared about me very much were standing in that hallway, I walked to the front of the school and got in my car to drive to Quinn's house. I was done with people, with everyone. I just didn't want to be me anymore, it was getting to hard, too painful. It was just easier to be somebody else, even if everyone hated that bitchy girl. Because at least then they hated me for the person I pretended to be, they didn't hate me for being me.

A/N-Thanks for reading! Don't worry I'll put some happy in there, I'm just showing what she's going through now that the initial shock of it all has warn off. So yeah please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! And the songs were:

Radio: G6-Far East Movement

Tina: I Like You-Christina Perri

Finn: Between The Lines-Chris Brown

Blaine: Homesick-Train