Last chapter was indeed a cliff hanger! I'm trying to twist things up a bit! Still trying to figure out what I can do to make this unpredictable, obviously for your reading pleasure! This chapter is slightly shorter than the others but you'll probably understand why. I just wanna get some more angst in. The story seems to be more and more told from Santana's point of view, I did not intend it to be that way in the beginning but hey, gotta make some adjustments, since I'm making this up on the spot! I hope you enjoy this! Feed backs are appreciated! :)

She always loved the rain on a hot summer's day. The way it hits the ground relieving the thirst of the tarmac and the grass, the splattering noise it makes when it hits the roof and the sound echoes in her room, she loves it. It always reminds her of all the summer months she spent with Brittany, curled up in her bed, their limbs tangled together in amongst her sheets, blonde hair splayed across her chest, hands subconsciously exploring each other and memorizing every detail of their bodies. They were only thirteen that summer, it all started as a curious thought. Santana never imagined she'd actually fall in love with her. She always loved Brittany, she's her best friend, but during one of those summer days, she fell in love with her and she will be forever in love with her.

Funerals have never really been her thing, nor can she think of anyone whose thing it could be. It was just dull and overly polite, as if the person being buried would hear all these things. They are gone. All their senses, their feelings aren't there anymore. Now they are just an object in a wooden casket waiting to be put six feet underground to rot, and waste away. It happens, everyday, people die every day. And then everyone starts crying, saying things like they know the person in the wooden case. No they don't. She thinks it's true, people only really care when you die. When you're alive, they don't come and see you, they don't really ask you how you are and all of a sudden, there are all these people she doesn't even recognize, crying and talking like they know shit about that person. No, they don't. She hates funerals, she decided. It's not really a difficult conclusion to come up with.

Now sitting at the back of a stretch limousine beside her mother and father, she felt nauseous. She hasn't eaten properly in days and her stomach seems to be taking its revenge on her, except now isn't really the right time. Her black tight dress seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, making it harder for her to breathe. The air inside the car smelled of commercial air freshener mixed with her mother's overpowering perfume and her father's pungent after shave. She needed her now, more than ever, but she's not here. Under her big sunglasses, she felt a tear escape from her eyes. This cannot be happening to her, Santana Lopez. She's done some bad things in her life but if this is karma, then fuck whoever has the "highest power" out there. Fuck them.

"Mija, are you okay?" her mother asked worriedly as she saw the look on her daughter's face.

"I'm fine, Mami. I'm just..." she paused. How does she feel? "I'm fine."

Her mother rested her hand on her lap reassuringly, "Everything is going to be okay."

But how can she even say that? She just lost someone who was,is still, a vital part of her life. How the hell can she even say that?

"How the hell do you know everything is going to be okay? You don't know how much this is hurting me." she exhaled.

Her mother and father both gave her an appalled look.

"Don't you dare speak to your mother like that, Santana. Have you no shame?" he father spat out.

"Clearly, you taught me well, Papi."

A palm landed on the side of her face. A striking pain shot all over her body as she clutched the reddening area on her cheek. Her mother gasped in total shock and she started crying hysterically.

"Antonio, what have you done?" she cried.

"Your daughter needs to learn some manners, Rosita." he replied.

"Stop the fucking car!" the younger Latina yelled. "I want to get out."

"Santana, don't do this. Not today, Brittany would not approve of this. She wouldn't want you to-" her mother pleaded, desperately.

"Don't even use her name, Mami! Don't you dare use her to stop me from getting out of this car." she shouted. "Stop the goddamn car, Alberto."

The limousine came to a halt, ironically enough; they were already at end of the driveway of the cemetery. She flung the car door open, grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. The rain hit her and almost immediately soaked her whole body. The water was warm and inviting, even more importantly, she felt more comfortable out here, soaking in the middle of the road than in the comfort of the stretch limo. She closed the door which such force that made her mother jump. She is livid. So fucking livid. Every fibre in her being raged in anger and she could feel her heart beating fast; like she's on the verge of hyperventilating. The car slowly pulled away and when it was out of sight, she broke down. Her body slumped on the ground like a dead weight. Everything ached against the raindrops that hit her skin. She felt all alone in the middle of a fucking cemetery, under this rain. The heavens are crying, they better fucking be. Nothing in her life has felt this broken, ever. Not since Brittany chose Artie over her years ago, not since she had to watch the love of her life slowly being taken away from her. This hurts exponentially more than that. The pain was hard to describe. She knew in her head that she wasn't hurting physically but she felt her heart aching so badly, like it's going to burst at any moment. She just wants to go away, and forget, and stop hurting.

She could hear a car driving towards her but no bone in her body wanted to move. She just wanted to stay here and feel the rain disguise her tears away. The car slowed down and eventually came to a halt but she never bothered looking up. She heard the door open and amidst the heavy rain, she heard the footsteps coming towards her.

Suddenly, a pair of arms snaked around her waist from the side and she could smell the familiar scent. A different kind of warmth enveloped her, she felt home. She felt loved and needed.

"San, let's go home." the voice whispered in her ear.

She looked at her, for the first time since that night. Her blue eyes looked tired and distraught but she was still mind numbingly beautiful.

"No matter what happens, remember how much I love you, okay?" Santana pleaded desperately, as if she needed her to hold on.

"I love you, Santana. I will never forget that." Brittany smiled, cupping her girlfriend's cheek and closing the gap between them. "Let's get you home babe. I'm sorry I couldn't share a car with you and your parents. It hurts too much, for them to look at me like that. I'm sorry." the taller woman stated as she helped Santana get up and go inside her car.

"It's okay. Everything is going to be okay." and with that, Santana told the biggest lie of her life.

So just incase it wasn't clear, this is a flash back because I know I never wrote about what happened after they found out about Marco, so I wanted to show the pain Santana was going through.

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