This is kind of based on 'The last night' by Skillet.
I'll warn you know they say fuck like...twice in here. Not a big deal but whatever.
I don't own glee, the characters, or skillet's song. yay.
A knock on my door pulled me away from the movie on screen, I looked at my clock and my eyes widened. It's almost 3 am. Who would be knocking on my door at this hour?
I got up from the couch and walk to my closet, opening it and grabbing the baseball bat out of it before walking to my front door. Whoever knocked was knocking again, it was a weak knock but loud enough to notice and it made me nervous. I open the door with my bat at the ready only to drop it on the floor when the door revealed Rachel Berry.
She was crying, shaking, and her eyes were darting all over the place. She was wringing her hands, pulling her long sleeves over her hands, and she looked like she could break down any minute. She bit her lips before she finally looked up and met my gaze. I shivered when I noticed the sadness and utter defeat swirling in her brown eyes.
"Rachel...what..."
"Hello Santana, I..i'm fine."
Lie. She's lying to me.
"I just came by to see you. I'm sorry about the time."
"It's fine Rachel, but what's up?" I ask slowly taking a step toward her.
She steps back. "Nothing. I just wanted to see you one last time, I didn't mean to be crying but it's hard to control at this point."
"Rachel...what do you mean one last time?"
"I just wanted to say goodbye Santana. I haven't seen you since summer started so I needed to see you. One goodbye hug okay?"
She walks forward before wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tight. I wrap my arms around her and hug her as tight as I can.
My instincts screaming that I should not let her go.
So I don't.
She tries to pull away from me but I refuse, the position of my arms making it hard for her to get away.
"Santana..." She sounds so sad...so defeated.
"Go somewhere with me."
"Wh-where?" Now she just sounds startled.
"Anywhere. I'll drive. Please."
I pull away slightly and she bites her lip before looking down and slightly nodding her head. I lean down to look into her eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Okay, I'll go somewhere with you San."
"Awesome." I smile before gently grabbing her hand and pulling her into my house. She stands in my living room as I turn off the television and slip my shoes on. I don't want to risk Rachel changing her mind when I go to change my clothes, so sweatpants, messy bun, tank top and all, I grab my car keys and look at her.
"Ready?"
She nods her head and follows me out of the house I walk to the passenger side door and open it with a cheesy grin. She smiles a little bit before getting in. I close the door before walking to the drivers side and thinking of anything that is even open at this time of morning.
I get in and start the car before pulling out and driving.
It's silent. The radio isn't even on.
I'm glad, it gives me time to think. I'm glad my parents went away for the weekend so they could meet some of dad's potential clients. I don't trust Rachel to go home tonight. Even if her parents are home. Hell her parent's could be the reason she's like this. I tighten my grip on the wheel. Rachel talking about it being the 'last night' and saying goodbye for the last time scares me. I will admit it, I'm scared to death at this point. I don't even want to think of Rachel doing something stupid because of how sad she seems to be. My knuckles turn white as I start thinking of what's open right now. Something pops into my head and I start driving toward it. My hands are starting to ache when Rachel reaches over grabs my right hand and starts rubbing circles on the back of it.
Almost instantly I feel the tension drain from my body and I start to calm down. I drive into the parking lot of a 24 hour diner and turn the car off. Neither of us make any move to go inside.
"You know I need answers right?"
"I know. But seriously Santana, I'm fine. I'm ready."
She's lying again. She's not fine. And I don't even want to think of what she's ready for.
"I need answers Rachel."
She looks out the window before sighing.
"Fine."
I nod and get out of the car before walking to her side and opening the door. She gets out and stands in front of me.
We just watch each other, we don't make any effort to stare but we do make sure we look into each others eyes. I can see her fighting herself on the inside. She doesn't want to let me in.
I have to make sure she does.
We walk inside to see absolutely no one inside the place except for the waitress who looks stereotypical. Complete with the loud smacking of the gum. She rolls her eyes when she sees us. Rachel and I sit at a booth and watch each other again.
"Best coffee in town here." I murmur quietly.
The waitress comes over and we order coffee and an extra large order of fries.
Still silent when the waitress walks away.
The food and coffee comes before the waitress disappears into the back.
I eat a fry when the silence is finally broken.
"Since I was born I was shaped to be the perfect performer. My mother was a Broadway performer and my dads adopted me with hopes that I could get them famous. Whenever I did something wrong in any way shape or form I was beaten. I was told that everything wrong in their lives was my fault, I'm the reason they are social pariahs, I'm the reason my daddy's parents won't talk to him, I'm the reason dad was beat up as a teenager. Everything is my fault."
She bites her lip and looks out the window before sighing and continuing.
"After my nose was broken they started to back off a little. Only yelling at me every night. But it's gotten worse lately, they burn me, choke me and kick me. I told them I was sad...they told me it was just a phase and that I would be okay. That night the baseball bat was taken out. They took turns until morning and left me in the basement while they left to San Diego. That's where they've been for the past month. I was thinking of everything tonight when school popped into my head, and then I thought of Shelby not wanting me, the need to be the perfect performer, and my fathers and then...I just can't any more Santana."
She looks up at me with tears forming in her eyes again. I meet her gaze before nodding and getting up. I her her sign again before I walk to her side, sit down and pull her into a tight hug. She's stiff for a couple of seconds before the she breaks. She's shaking again and mumbling to herself. I'm holding her as tightly as I could as plans start forming in my head. I can feel the growing wetness on my shirt before I speak.
"You'll spend the night at my house today. Tomorrow we will go get your clothes. You're going to be living with me until we go off to college, Okay?"
She pulls back and looks at me with wide eyes. before furiously shaking her head.
"Santana I can't ask you to do that."
"Good thing you didn't ask then."
"I can't ruin your household too."
"You couldn't ruin anything."
"I'm poison."
"That's obviously a lie."
"My parents would never let me."
"If they say anything I will turn them into the cops faster than they can start yelling."
"I..." She sighs when she can't think of anything else to say.
"Done fighting me?" I ask with a small smile.
"A...Are you sure Santana?" She asks finally.
"As sure as I can be."
I pull her in for a hug again when she doesn't reply. I expected some more fighting over the issue. That's when I realize the waitress came back out. She's behind the booth trying to be nonchalant about watching us.
Oh. Okay. Guess she's going to fight me about it later.
She pulls back and snuggles into my side before grabbing her coffee and taking a sip.
I wrap my arm around her and eat a french fry.
It's silent as we finish the food.
When we finally finish I get up and grab her hand pulling her up with me before dropping a few bills on the table and leading her out of the restaurant. I look at the sky, the sun is just starting to peek over the horizon. We must have been in that restaurant for alot longer than I thought.
I pull Rachel to the car and open the door for her before smiling a little. She smiles back before letting go of my hand and getting in.
I close the door before walking to my side, getting in and starting the car. I start driving to my house.
More silence.
We pull up to my house and get inside, really I'm just waiting for the dam to break and for Rachel to either start yelling or crying or something. She agreed to live with me entirely to fast and easy.
"Well I guess I should be getting home now." Rachel says before she starts walking back toward the front door.
"Whoa." I jog to get in front of her before blocking the doorway and crossing my arms over my chest. "I thought we established you were staying here."
"And I thought it was implied I couldn't ask you to do that."
"And I said you weren't asking so it's fine."
"You don't get to do this Santana..." I barely heard her whisper that last part but I caught it.
"Do what?"
She looks up at me with tears in her eyes once again. Only this time, instead of sadness shining through, it's anger.
"You don't get to come in here and be the knight in shining armor!"
"I'm not-"
"NO. You act like you care now but where were you when my parents beat me, when I was attacked at school for being the glee club kid with no friends, where were you when I got depressed and stopped caring about Everything. Where were you when I finally gave up?"
I opened my mouth to reply but nothing but air came out. I was expecting a break down but not this. She's fully crying now, but I can tell she's trying to hold herself together.
"Now you finally figure out that i'm basically over the edge. Only because I showed up crying on your doorstep. Telling you I'm done with life and wanted to see you one last time and then finally you come in and try to save me? No, Santana it doesn't fucking work like that. You can't just save someone who has already lost everything. So stop trying, because I'm already lost, I don't need you. I don't need anybody!"
Rachel finally stops yelling before her knees give out under her. I rush forward and pull her into my arms before we both hit the floor. She's on top of my lap hitting my chest with her fists mumbling 'no' over and over again. I'm not letting her go. She can hit me and leave bruises for all I care.
I let her beat my chest until she finally stops and starts whimpering. I pull her closer to me and hug her as tight as I can. I bite my lip to stop my own tears from falling from the pain in my chest, both from how broken the girl in my arms is and how hard she beat me just now. At least she got her anger out, hopefully it's gone. She's shaking and still whimpering in my arms when I use all the strength left in my body to somehow pick the both of us off the floor and get us into my bedroom.
We're laying on my bed an hour later with the sunlight streaming through my windows when Rachel finally speaks again.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine."
She shifts on top of me to look at my face when I wince. Her eyes widen before she lifts my shirt and takes it off of me to see the bruises that are either forming or are already there. She gasps before lifting her hand to feel some of them. "This is not fine, why would you let me do this..." She says more to herself than to me.
I pull her to lay down on my chest again with my shirt still off. She hugs me back this time.
"Because I care about you Rachel. I love you even though you don't know it. I have noticed how bad you were doing at school but I was to much of a fucking pansy to do a damn thing about it and the guilt is now killing me inside. I know you said you're lost but I am determined to do absolutely anything it takes to find you again, starting with getting you out of that house of yours to live with me. I'm not letting you go through this alone anymore. I'm going to be here with you every single step of the way and I promise this is your last night away from me. Just please let me be here for you." I whimper when I finally finish, I want to cry but feel like I don't deserve to.
She nuzzles her face into my neck before kissing the side of it. "Can we go to sleep now?"
"Yeah. No problem." I pull the blanket over us and close my eyes, only for them to pop open a second later when I feel soft lips connect with mine.
"I love you too Santana, goodnight."
I don't reply. I just hug her and close my eyes again and let out a content sigh.
Yeah, she's not leaving my sight ever again.
This kind of sucks, but it popped into my head when I was listening to the song 'The last night' by Skillet and boom here it is.