Everyone turned in surprise as Alex stepped into the choir room. Her eyes flickered around the room uncomfortably and finally rested on Santana. She stood up.

Santana walked over to Alex and stood beside her. "Everyone, this is Alex. And hopefully, she'll be auditioning today." Santana said, trying to put positivity into her voice, but ultimately failed.

Alex's heart fluttered nervously and she gulped. Singing a little bit in front of Rachel was one thing, but this was a whole different deal.

Santana led Alex to the center of the room in front of the piano and then went to sit down. Everyone was watching her curiously, wondering why the Latina was actually bringing the girl that she had earlier kicked out back into the Glee Club.

Alex picked up a guitar from its stand and whispered something to the musicians standing around the room. They nodded waited for her to start. Alex took a deep breath before she started strumming.

I can be tough

I can be strong

But with you, it's not like that at all

There's a girl

That gives a shit

Behind this wall

You just walked through it

And I remember all those crazy things you said

You left them running through my head

You're always there, you're everywhere

But right now I wish you were here.

All those crazy things we did

Didn't think about it, just went with it

You're always there, you're everywhere

But right now I wish you were here

Damn, Damn, Damn,

What I'd do to have you

Here, here, here

I wish you were here.

Damn, Damn, Damn

What I'd do to have you

Near, near, near

I wish you were here.

Alex sang through another verse and then the chorus before finishing the song. She was rewarded with a round of thunderous applause, causing her to blush and look down.

"That was great!" Mr. Shuester exclaimed, patting Alex on the back. She gave him a small smile, then sat the guitar down. Then she went and sat down in a red chair beside Puck. He grinned at her and she looked away, blushing even more.

Santana frowned slightly as Alex finished her song. She had been great, better than Santana had expected actually. But as Mr. Shue came up and went to pat her on the back, she swore that she saw Alex flinch.

As soon as the bell rang, Alex hurried out into the hallway. She rushed to her locker, grabbed her things, and then ran to Santana's car.

Santana walked out to her car to see Alex walking towards it and getting into the passenger's seat. She quickened her pace and reached the car only seconds after the freshman.

"Why didn't you wait in the bathroom?" Santana demanded. Alex looked at her in surprise.

"I thought we didn't have to hide it any more." Alex said, her eyebrows scrunching together.

Santana shook her head and sighed. "By the end of the day, no one really knew we were related. So I intend to keep it that way." She said irritably.

Alex felt her heart drop. She thought that Santana was going to accept her, for Brittany's sake anyway. But apparently she had been wrong.

Santana and Alex didn't say anything to each other until about half way home. Alex finally decided to speak up.

"I know why you hate me Santana. You hate me because of my father, and what he did to my mother." Alex said after taking in a deep breath.

Santana turned to look at Alex for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the road. "Wow, you're smart too." She remarked, cocking an eyebrow.

"But how do you think I feel being his daughter? You think I don't hate him? I do. Every time I think about him, it makes me want to throw up." Alex's voice broke, and she turned her head to the side, not wanting Santana to see her tear up.

"Well, that's probably the only thing we're ever going to have in common." Santana replied coldly.

Alex's jaw locked and she felt anger flair inside of her. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. Santana tried to slam on the brakes, but it was too late. Alex had already stepped out, rolled, and gotten up. She took off down the street, in the opposite direction.

Santana groaned, reached over, and shut the passenger side door. She watched as Alex limped away from her car and felt a pang of guilt. But she quickly pushed it out of her mind and finished the drive to her house.

When Santana got into the door of her home, she was met immediately by her mother. "Where's your sister?" She asked worriedly.

"She took a walk." Santana mumbled, instantly feeling her cheeks redden with anger when her mother said "sister".

Mrs. Lopez frowned, but didn't say anything else. Santana took it as a pass to leave and hurried up to her room.

Alex kicked at a crushed can lying along the sidewalk. She, for the first time, finally let her emotions bleed through. Tears streamed down her bruised face and her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides. She had been nothing but nice to Santana. She had tried to hide their relation, tried to leave her alone as much as possible, gave her her personal space, covered up for when she had gotten mugged. And worst of all, she had tried out for the Glee Club just to try to help Santana with her girlfriend.

Alex made it home in 30 minutes. She had been in no hurry, actually dreading her return. But she forced herself to put on a content face and entered the house.

"Alex, is that you?" Mrs. Lopez asked as soon as she heard the door open.

"Yeah." Came Alex's reply. She found her mother in the kitchen, slicing up potatoes.

"Hey, no more walks for awhile, alright? Not after last night." Mrs. Lopez told her daughter. Alex nodded reluctantly. Now she would be forced to ride with Santana every day.

Mrs. Lopez put the knife down and wiped her hands off. She picked something up off of the counter.

"I got you this today. I already put Santana's and my number in your contacts, so you can call us if you ever need to." She said, handing her daughter a cellphone. It was simple; a touch screen that slid out with a full keyboard.

"You didn't have to get this for me." Alex said, taking the phone in her hands and looking at it.

"I guess I'm just a little paranoid after yesterday. How are you feeling, by the way?" Mrs. Lopez asked, leaning in to inspect the dark bruises on her daughter's face.

"Just sore." Alex replied. She was actually a lot more than sore. She was sure that a few ribs had been cracked from getting kicked, and her bruises and cuts were very tender.

Alex faked a smile at her mother before walking towards the staircase.

Mrs. Lopez was just about to go back to her potatoes when she remembered something. "Alex, wait a minute." She called, turning around and going back to the counter. She picked up an envelope.

"This came for you in the mail today. I think it's from the foster parent agency." Mrs. Lopez said, handing her daughter the white envelope. Alex nodded, then went upstairs.

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