Alex slowly went over to Santana and helped her to her feet. She was unsure if the Latina would allow her to help, but Santana didn't put up a resistance as she leaned on Alex to stand up. Without saying another word, Alex released her grip on Santana and went back around the fence.
Santana followed Alex, limping slightly. When Karofsky had pushed her down, her ankle had twisted. She hurried after the younger girl, eager to get back to Brittany. Her entire body was shaking, and her cheek stung in pain. It occurred to her that she would have been raped and possibly killed if Alex hadn't found her in time.
Alex found Brittany, who had a worried expression on her face, sitting on a bench. The worried expression turned to a relieved one as she saw Santana following behind Alex.
"San, I was worried. What happened?" Brittany asked. Santana decided to lie.
"I just went to the bathroom B. Sorry if I scared you." Santana said, reaching out to hold Brittany's hand. The blonde took it happily and they began walking towards the bumper cars, where the Glee Club had decided to meet up.
Alex followed Santana and Brittany. She could feel her heart beating feverishly in her chest, adrenaline still flowing from having a gun pointed at her. Or rather, pointing a gun at herself.
The Glee club met up at the bumper cars, and then exited the car. They were all exhausted, but happy, with the exception of Santana and Alex.
The teenagers and Mr. Shuester piled into the bus. A few of them dozed off quickly, snoring. Puck, who was sitting with Alex, was one of the few and was resting his head against Alex's shoulder. Every so often, he'd move or mumble something, causing Alex and the singers sitting around her to chuckle quietly.
After the five hour drive was over, it was about 2:30 in the morning. Everyone shuffled off the yellow bus and sleepily said goodbye to one another before getting into their cars.
Brittany and Santana kissed goodbye before going to their separate vehicles. Alex said goodbye to everyone before following after her.
Alex and Santana drove in silence, keeping their eyes focused ahead. Finally Santana spoke.
"Why would you put yourself in front of a gun for me?" She asked shakily. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"I don't know. I guess I didn't want to see that happen to you." Alex replied quietly. She had been dreading this question from the moment she intervened.
"But I haven't been nice to you." Santana said. She didn't understand. If someone had treated her the way she had been treating Alex, there was no way she would take a bullet.
"Santana. I know what it's like to have….that happen to you. And it isn't something that anyone deserves." Alex admitted. Her voice cracked.
Santana felt a wave of sympathy for Alex. She wanted to reach over and comfort her, but decided to keep a straight face.
"How old were you?" The Latina asked. She locked her jaw to keep face from looking concerned.
"11. I was at a new foster home, and the man who was supposed to be taking care of me had a drug problem. I was the only reason he could get money for his dope, and one day he was so out of it that he forced himself on me." Alex's voice cracked again, a few times, and she turned her head to the side. But Santana could tell she was crying, or close to it.
"Well thank you. For saving me." Santana said as she pulled into the driveway.
"Don't thank me Santana. Just because I saved you doesn't mean I'm sucking up or want you to pity me. Don't think I want to be your little sister." Alex said, wiping away at the tears at her face and then getting out of the car quickly.
Alex hurried into the house, quietly though, as not to wake her mother, and went up to her room. She was suddenly scared of what she had done. Maybe Santana was going to try to be her sister now. And that frightened Alex. She had never let anyone close into her life. Every time she thought it was ok to, she ended up hurt.
Alex had thought she would be happy with her adopted parents, that she would be able to trust them. But she was soon proven wrong. Her father had turned out to be an abusive asshole who had too much to drink every day. And her mother, well she was just a bitch.
Every night, Alex ended up with a new bruise, or other injury. If she didn't get perfect grades, or didn't have all the dishes spotless, she was given a few hard punches, or slaps.
Alex shook the bad memories from her head and quickly changed into her pajamas. She crawled into bed, and was half asleep when she saw her door open. Santana slipped in quietly and sat down on the foot of the bed.
"Alex, I need to talk to you." Santana said, gently nudging Alex. The 14 year old sat up and squinted at Santana.
"I haven't been fair to you Alex. I judged off what your father did, which isn't right. And I'm sorry." The Latina apologized, trying to get Alex to make eye contact.
"It's ok Santana. I don't blame you." Alex mumbled, crossing her arms uncomfortably.
"No, it's not ok. You saved me from getting raped, and you stepped in front of a gun for me." Santana argued back.
Alex shrugged and bit her lip. She was getting more nervous by the minute.
"Alex, you're a really sweet kid, and I'm sorry for how terrible I was to you. I'm going to try to be, you know, your sister." Santana struggled to think how to put it.
Alex looked up in surprise when Santana spoke. Santana hesitantly wrapped her arms around her younger sister and hugged her.
Alex was tense in the Latina's arms. But something about them, though unsure at first, was comforting and protective. Alex relaxed and then hugged Santana back.
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