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SANTANA'S POV

As I walked away from Sam, I felt the shock of what had just happened sink into me. I had never seen Sam so angry. He was normally a very relaxed guy. And what had been wrong with Jeremy?

Jeremy. That name meant so much more to me now than it had yesterday. Why had he hurt Rachel? Sure, she was annoying as hell, but if that bugged him, why had he chosen to be her boyfriend? It just didn't make sense. I had always suspected Jeremy from the start, but I had ignored my suspicions when I saw how happy Brittany was when she saw how happy Rachel was.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, checking it. I had a text message from Brittany.

Hey San,

Wat u up to? Im bored.

Britt L-P

I quickly replied, not wanting Britt to think I was ignoring her or something.

Baby!

Sorry, got sumthin 2 do. Im free in an hour tho. ;)

San P-L

I shoved my phone back in my pocket. Looking up, I realised I had arrived at my destination.

I had always liked Rachel's house, even though I would never admit it. It was nice and neat, with perfectly trimmed grass and weedless gardens. It was hard to believe that there was a beaten girl in there. In fact, it was hard to believe that there was a beaten girl in this town.

I walked up to her door, taking a deep breath. I had to do this. I couldn't chicken out. This wasn't for Rachel, it was for Sam. Although I had just used Sam as an excuse to lie to myself about my feelings towards Brittany, he was the one boyfriend I hadn't slept with while I was with him. Other than Dave, but he didn't count. For some reason, the fact we had never slept together was special to me. Kind of like how someone's first was special to them.

I knocked on Rachel's door. Silence. I thought about leaving, but I decided to persist. This was for Sam. I knocked again. This time, I heard a quiet sniffle, then a soft voice ask "Who's there?"

"Santana." I replied. The door opened and I found myself looking at Rachel. She was dressed in jeans and one of those hideous animal sweaters. She was wearing sunglasses again too. But I could see the bruise on her face. "How'd you get that?" I asked nonchalantly as I walked inside. She hesitated for a moment, before answering "I tripped."

"You sure? I didn't think you could get that hurt just from falling over."

"Yes. I'm sure."

"Huh." I muttered. This was going to be harder than I thought. Rachel sure wasn't going to confess easily. I strolled into her lounge, sitting down on the couch. Rachel followed quietly, still standing "So, how's things with you and Jeremy?" I asked, wondering if this would trigger a confession. It didn't, though "Things are fine. Thank you for asking, Santana."

"Look, Rachel, I don't like talking to someone when I can't see their eyes. Be awesome and take those sunglasses of, will ya?" I pushed, knowing I had to get somewhere with Rachel. If I didn't, Sam would have to. And as much as I love him (Not in that way. That love's reserved for a certain blonde dancer) that boy could not sort out a girl's problem if he had an instruction manual.

"Um, no, Santana, I've got a hangover." Rachel replied, looking away. That didn't deter me "Oh, come on, Rachel. I've seen the aftermaths of plenty parties, believe me. Just take them off."

"No." Rachel's voice was firmer now, and more determined. I narrowed my eyes, leaning forwards. Rachel took a step back, but still didn't take the sunglasses off. Then, something clicked in that girl's brain, and she realised what had happened "Sam told you, didn't he."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. "Yes, he did," No point denying it any longer "But honestly, Rachel, I think you need help. No guy should treat you like that. No guy should treat any girl like that. And trust me, I've got experience with guys."

Rachel laughed "Says the Latina who plays for the other team, huh?" Anger surged up inside me "If that Jeremy guy hadn't hurt you like he has, I would tear your eyes out for that." I muttered through clenched teeth. My hand's were balled into tight fists.

"What, so you care about me now?" Rachel asked, voice icy and filled with venom. I shot up from my seat "Look, Berry, I'm trying to help you here and you're being a total bitch!"

"Well, that doesn't seem to be any different from how you always treat me! Besides, you didn't answer my question."

"I care about Sam. Not you." I was boiling with anger now. It took all my strength just to stop myself from tearing her to shreds.

Rachel seemed genuinely surprised by my answer and spoke, quieter now "What does caring about Sam have anything to do with this?"

"Caring about Sam? Honestly? Do you have any idea how much he's beating himself up, just because he can't help you fast enough? He nearly broke his fist punching a brick wall because he saw Jeremy, for fuck's sake!" I yelled, the words flowing out of my mouth before I knew what I had said. Rachel seemed shocked at first, then anger replaced the shock "So? It's not his problem! I never asked him to become involved!" Tears began to run down Rachel's face.

"You made it his problem! You told him, and now he's hurting because you're hurting!" I found tears welling up in my eyes too. I hadn't realised I cared for Sam so much. I blinked the tears away, before hearing Rachel's answer "Santana, leave. Now." Her voice was quiet, but icy.

"Gladly." I responded, storming out. I walked on the sidewalk for a while, until Rachel's house was out of sight. Then I collapsed. I felt incredibly tired and annoyed. How could that girl not see that I was jsut trying to help? How could she not see that she shouldn't be afraid to tell everyone? I angrily pounded my fist against the concrete, tears slipping down my face.

"Santana?" I heard a soft voice. I hadn't realised I was outside Brittany's house. I looked away from her, not wanting her to see me cry "Oh, San, don't cry." She said, crouching down next to me "I'm not crying." I firmly said, wiping my eyes. But the tears didn't stop.

"Oh, San." Brittany said, and I turned my head to look at her. She looked into my eyes for a moment, before leaning forward and gently pressing her soft lips against mine.

A little treat for Brittana shippers. :) And I hope someone sees what I did in Brittany and Santana's text messages.

Review, please!