I'm extremely grateful that you guys are warming up to the story! Hopefully I don't lose you guys because of how vague everything seems or if it seems as though you can't figure out the plot. It's intentional. I don't want this story to be like every other fanfic, where you're able to figure out what going to happen in the next chapter. This chapter will be a little short. I want to continue this story so if you guys have any ideas or suggestions, they would be greatly appreciated. I'm just stuck! ;) So I won't waste your time! Enjoy reading! Thanks in advance for opinions and ideas! I love them all!

Dani's POV

Santana and Lydi left about two hours ago. I'm relieved yet beginning to feel the burning weights of loneliness. There are days where I want nothing but to be left alone by everyone including Santana. I can't deal with myself so why should anyone else have too. Then come the days where I'm longing for her presence and her everything more often than not. I can't seem to grasp the fact that the one person who I believe is worth dying for has nothing but the title of 'best friend'.

I'm sitting in the same spot that I have been sitting in for the last two hours. I should get up but my thoughts are consuming me, preventing me from leaving my current position. I want badly to flip on the news to see what else is new that they have to say about me. What other thing could they destroy about me and my whole life. I want to torture myself with the hate and lies that they spew at me but I decide not to because I'll end up on the same road I was on months ago. I choose to self-loath periodically and in peace because I hate the looks I receive from Rachel after she's done cleaning up my mess. I'm just tired of her cleaning up my mess. She's always here and helping me and being kind. I want to hate her for it, but god knows that if she were to ever leave me to handle my problems in silence I wouldn't make it to the next day. I hate the pity look I receive from Santana because of how badly she wants to help me. She wants to pick my brain but I won't move an inch to let her in. if she understood why I did half the things I did, she wouldn't love me like I love her.

The thing that surprises me most is how they haven't found out where I was yet. They manage to find out everything else about my life and what I'm doing or better yet who I'm doing. They manage to destroy everything yet they can't seem to figure out where I've disappeared to. I'm surprised they haven't figured out that I'm working in the diner or someone hasn't screamed out my name in shock yet. Maybe I'm just too much of a mainstream artist for them. I glance over towards the coffee table in front of me to see two Starbucks gift cards and a huge teddy bear with a tiny shirt that says 'from your favorite Lydi', on the front with what looks like sloppy handwriting from Lydia in purple permanent marker, her favorite color, I know because she never lets me forget. Honestly I can't stop staring at the shirt, it looks like the bears stomach is gonna inhale the t-shirt whole! I giggle at my ridiculous thoughts and plan to move some pictures around on my dresser in my room for the bear to sit. It's new home. She's the first six year-old I know to give gift cards for someone's birthday, it's always the other way around. It was probably Santana's idea, her idea for last minute is literally last minute. So I have no doubt that Lydia did these two seconds before she knocked on my door. A medium sized rectangle red and pink box is sitting on the edge of the coffee table ready to be opened. I stare at the neatly wrapped gift that's thoughtfully wrapped in my favorite two colors, Santana has the ability to leave me speechless and feel somewhat worthy of any recognition all in one. The amount of time that I'm taking to actually open this gift is remarkable, my normally impatient trait would be shining through a few years back but now I dread the day where any spotlight is shed on me. It doesn't explain why I'm-

'buzz buzz'

I grab my phone from out of my back pocket to see that I have new message. I'm thankfully happy for iPhone's, long gone are the days where you guess what the text message would have said, now it just shows up on the screen. I slide my finger across the screen to read the text.

From Santana: 8:24 p.m.

Can you open the gift already? Geez Dan I don't even have to be in your presence to know that you haven't even attempted to open my gift. Do it now! Love ya lots! :*

I giggle at how much of an open book I am to her despite my efforts to keep her from reading my mind. I don't know what I'm expecting the gift to be, for Christ sakes it's just a gift but I just somehow want it to unexplainable. I grab the gift and shake just to make sure that it's nothing that I could accidently break because I am accident-prone. I hear some soft movement within the box, so I gently tear the wrapping so that I could save it. Okay am I slightly obsessed with the woman, yes but can you blame me? The woman is gorgeous I say, it's a curse that someone is that gorgeous and is not married with tons of thousands of kids because her husband can't keep his hand off her. I cringe at how grateful I am that I was not graced with an appendage so useful I guess. I pull a rectangular sized box from the wrapping, successfully not destroying it, noticing that it looked so familiar, almost like I had seen it before or maybe touched it before. It was thin in width and a tan almost medium brown color with little scratches hidden within the multicolored brown box. It has a small faded square sitting on the front of the box, I believe a mirror was there. She took it off for me. It looks like she had this for a while, not that I mind, anything from Santana is like silk and gold. I open the box to see a piece of white paper fall out but not before the gift catches my eye. Without even taking the object out I already know what it is.