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Santana woke up feeling hands running softly through her hair. For a moment she started, wondering if it had all been a dream, before she realized that it was Quinn stroking her hair. That only confirmed that it all had not been a dream. Dani had really left her.

"Are you awake?" Quinn asked quietly.

Santana nodded.

"Do you wanna talk?"

Santana didn't answer, because she didn't know the answer. Quinn continued to stroke her hair. Santana missed how close they used to be. Ever since she'd started hiding Dani from Quinn, they'd drifted far apart.

"You could've told me you know. I wouldn't have told anyone. I've been suspecting it since around Sectionals anyway," Quinn admitted.

Santana swallowed hard and took in her surroundings. She was laying on her bed, but she didn't remember getting here. Perhaps she'd been too much of a sobbing mess.

"Maybe if you talk to me a little bit about everything that happened, I can help you some," Quinn suggested softly.

"What do you want me to tell you?" Santana asked in a strangled voice that she was sure wasn't her own.

"Did you love her?"

"Yes," Santana forced out. "I was going to tell her on Valentine's Day. That's why she ended it. She didn't try to make anything work, because she thought I still didn't believe that I could love anyone again."

"Again?" Quinn asked.

Santana took a deep breath. "I was in love with Brittany. She slept with me at the end of sophomore year, and then she stopped talking to me and moved away. It broke me. Dani knew that, and I told her I couldn't believe in love because of that. She thought I didn't love her, so she didn't make the effort."

"Did you tell her?" Quinn asked. "Before Glee, when she said bye to you?"

Santana found herself giving a bitter laugh. "I guess, kind of. I said that I couldn't believe I'd let myself fall from her. We didn't have the most pleasant goodbye."

"She sang that song to you. Never Let Me Go."

Santana nodded.

"Maybe she was trying to tell you something, since you had just told her you loved her. Maybe she as reconsidering you guys breaking up," Quinn suggested weakly.

Santana shrugged. "Whatever. It's over. At least she helped me remember that love isn't real. Or at least, not mutual love that lasts."

Quinn moved away from the Latina on the bed. "Yes it does, Santana. Dani loved you. And it could last, if you both made an effort to keep it up."

"How do you know if she loved me or not? She never said it," Santana snapped. "And clearly, Dani isn't going to make that effort."

"What did she say to you? Why did she say she was leaving?" Quinn demanded to know.

"Because..." Santana thought. The angry, Snix side of her wanted to say because Santana wasn't enough to keep her here, but the softer side remembered that Dani had said she wouldn't be holding Santana back this way. That neither of them would be holding the other back. "She didn't want us to hold each other back."

"She was setting you free, Santana. That's proof enough that she loves you," Quinn insisted.

"Or, she really wanted to break up and that was just the easiest excuse for her to come up with in a few minutes," Santana grumbled.

"Do you really believe that, Santana? I might not have known Dani as well as you did, but from what I saw she was a good person. I could tell that she loved you from just the way she looked at you," Quinn insisted. "Maybe you should text her or call her. Maybe there was a lack of communication or something."

Santana just shook her head. "Thanks for trying, Quinn, but you're not really helping me right now. I just... I need to sleep or something. I'm exhausted."

Quinn gave her a defeated look. "Okay, S. Call me, or Rach, if you need anything, okay? I just talked to her on the phone before you woke up. We both decided that we're going to do as much as we can to help you, alright?"

Santana gave a weak nod, and then Quinn gave her a hug and left the room. Santana fell back against her pillow. She inhaled, and the smell of her ex-girlfriend filled her nose.

A new flood of tears reached her eyes and poured out as if floodgates had just been opened. Sobs wracked her body. She didn't know if she could ever fix herself from this.

DDD

When Dani had just moved to Lima, she'd always had a visual in her mind of what it would be like when she returned back to LA. She'd walk out of the airport, hopefully with her dad, and feel the familiar LA heat on her skin. She'd be glowing with happiness of course, and the sun would seem to light a path from the airport to where her friends were waiting for her.

It was supposed to be a moment of rejoice and happiness. Everything would be back to normal.

That's not how it was happening now. It was the middle of the night, and Dani's mom was rushing her out of the nearly empty airport, complaining about late flights and how tired she was. Dani just ignored her. They walked out of the airport to the parking lot, where her mom then led her to her car. "Hey, Mom," Dani finally spoke, "when is my car getting driven down here?"

Her mom had refused to hire a service to tow Dani's car back down to LA, and frankly, with how depressed she was at the moment, any small moment of joy would help her mood. "Oh, Becca said she'll drive it down next time she visits."

"Which is...?" Dani asked.

"Probably your graduation," her mom answered.

Dani's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious, Mom! I'm seventeen, I need my car! How do you expect me to get to and from school every day?"

"Get a ride?" her mom suggested. "Danielle, you'll survive a few months without a car."

This was hell.

She missed Lima, and that was something she never thought would happen. She regretted letting Santana go. She regretted that she hadn't even suggested the long distance thing, and then she regretted how she shot it down when Santana suggested it.

The truth was, Dani was absolutely, totally head over heels in love with Santana Lopez. And she hadn't told her. And it was killing her inside.

"What if I fly down to Lima next weekend? I'll pay for the plane ticket, I have some cash to spend. Then I'll just drive my car back down here," Dani suggested, almost sure that her mom would say no, but feeling it necessary to suggest.

"I don't think so, Danielle. I thought you wanted to get out of Lima," her mom said thoughtfully as she pulled out of the parking lot. Dani sighed and pulled her phone out of her pocket. It was three hours later in Lima, Santana would be sleeping. However, Dani figured she probably would've been too scared to text her anyway.

"I did, at first. But I made a of really good friends there," Dani answered in a small voice.

"Danielle," her mom said firmly, "did you meet a girl there?"

Dani didn't know whether to feel proud that her mom finally willingly said something to her about her being gay, or annoyed at how angry her mom sounded. "Yes, I did."

"Well then forget about going back there. The best thing for you is to stay far away from any bad influences," her mom instructed.

"Mom, I'm already gay! Whether I'm around other gay people or not! It's not something you can change about me! How long is it going to take before you realize that?" Dani demanded.

Her mom shook her head and just continued driving.

Why? Why had Dani wished so hard to come back here? Why had she ended it with Santana?

Because she thought it would be best for both of them. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she still thought it would be, in the long run. But then, maybe not.

Well, she wasn't brave enough to text her ex-girlfriend.

My ex-girlfriend.

She didn't like the way that sounded to her in her head. Santana shouldn't be an ex-girlfriend. This shouldn't be this way.

You did the right thing, Dani. You'll both get over each other. Maybe you'll meet again in a few years, and you'll both be dating other people and wondering why you ever dated each other.

Somehow, Dani didn't think that would happen, but she forced herself to believe it, at least for now. That was the only way she was going to survive all of this.

If she was going to survive this at all.

SSS

On Monday morning, Santana wasn't sure she had the energy or willpower to get herself out of bed to go to school. Unfortunately, her friends had other ideas. Rachel, Quinn and Kurt all somehow got into her house and forced her up and into the shower. They dressed her, but not in her Cheerios uniform. Quinn said that she talked to Coach Sylvester, and the latter had agreed to let Santana off for a couple of weeks.

Santana went through all of her classes in a daze. Lunch was the same way, and she was glad that none of her friends bothered her about it. They all knew now. She found herself staring at the spot where Dani had always sat. She also found herself excusing herself to go to the bathroom, and winding up in their bathroom. It was empty, of course, no one came in there.

Even Glee couldn't cheer her up.

Her whole week went like that, even the part about the bathroom. However, on Friday, someone walked into the bathroom while Santana was there just staring into the mirror. Santana didn't know the girl, it was some freshman who was literally just going to use the restroom.

She couldn't help but feel that it was a sort of message from some higher power, telling her that it wasn't their bathroom. It was just a bathroom.

She went back to Cheerios the next week, hoping that it would be easier. Hoping that the uniform would help her get her steeled mask back, her bitchy Snix attitude. It didn't really, though. Dani had forever changed Santana, and whether or not it was good, Santana had yet to find out.

All Santana knew was that she was going to have to get over this in some way or another, at some point in time.

But a couple more weeks passed. She got better with her mask, with Snix... but the bits and pieces in her chest that once made up her heart still laid there in her soul, shattered. They probably wouldn't ever get back up and force themselves to be one whole again. And Santana was going to have to accept that.

She hadn't yet, though. Four words kept running through her mind, nagging at her, keeping her from moving on. It was like they were trying to foreshadow something really important, but Santana couldn't help but feel like they were just trying to drive her crazy.

Never let me go.

Never let me go.

Okay, just reread this and the bathroom thing totally broke my heart like why did I write that? It was just a bathroom like that's not even emotional I need to stop.

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And I was like, "Nothing."

And she said, "Okay, your weekend was too boring. If anyone asks you what you did over the weekend, just say you went skydiving."

LOL and I just started laughing like what the hell and then I was like, "Well, if it's anymore exciting, I did lay in bed and make people cry with my fanfiction."

And she just like shook her head LOL.

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