DANI'S POV – 2 DAYS LATER (CHRISTMAS EVE)

It has been nearly 48 hours and I have still not heard back from Santana. I've texted her at least 3 times both days, and called her, too. I am starting to become really worried. Lets be honest, I was worried after not hearing back from her a few hours after I left the first message.

Spending time with my friends and family takes the situation off my mind for a little while. But once I come home to my near empty apartment, I start to feel all over again. This place doesn't feel like home anymore. I can't quite explain why, I just feel empty.

It's Christmas Eve and I am meeting Jason and my uncle in a couple hours for a family dinner. I really want to be there, but I cannot stop thinking about Santana. I look at my phone, hoping for Santana to text me. Nothing.

After contemplating whether I should call, I push the button and raise the phone to my ear.

Straight to voicemail.

I just really want to know that she is okay. I begin sobbing to myself quietly; waiting for the beep to tell me I can leave a message.

"Hey babe, it's me again. This is probably like the 6th message I've left you. I hope you're doing okay. I'm really worried. I-I just miss you. Please call me back."

I hang up the phone dejectedly. I just want to know what is happening with Santana.

I decide to wander into my bedroom and take a nap before the dinner tonight. I haven't been sleeping well these last couple days. So as soon as I lay down I pass out.

And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills

Bringing darkness from above

I wake up to the sound of my ringtone. I quickly roll over searching for my phone, not bothering to look at the caller id, hoping it's Santana calling.

"Babe?! Are you okay?" I quickly say.

I hear a familiar laughter on the other end. Frowning to myself I hear the caller on the other end.

"Hey, Dani. Expecting Santana I see."

"Yeah." I mumble, "Hey Rachel."

"I take it you haven't heard from her yet"

"Nope." I say sadly. "Have you?"

"Honestly…" Rachel pauses, "yes, I have. She told me not to tell you that I have spoken to her."

"Why would she do that?" I say, trying to hold back my tears.

"I'm not sure. I'm sorry Dani."

"When did you talk to her?" I ask.

"I spoke to her on the phone yesterday morning, and she texted me this morning."

"Oh.." I say, quietly. "Well, is she okay?"

"I'd rather not say, Dani. This is a discussion you need to have with her. I've known her for years, so I know what's going on, but I don't think it's my place to tell you."

"Okay. Well. I guess I'll just keep waiting then." I cry silently.

"Well, have a good holiday, Dani. I'll talk to you soon."

"Yeah, you too, Rach." I say about to hang up.

"Dani?" She questions.

"Yeah?"

"She'll come around. She really cares about you. This is just a hard time for her."

"Thanks, Rachel." I say, indifferently. "Bye.

"Bye, Dani."

I take a look at the time on my phone. 5:30. I have a half an hour to get ready and be over there. I really don't want to go. I just want to wallow in my self-pity and cry myself to sleep, but my family is expecting me.

I shoot Jason a quick text.

To Jason: Hey, Jace. I am running a bit late. Just woke up from a nap. I have to shower and get ready. I'll still be there. Just let Uncle Mike know I'll be late. I don't know how late. I'll text you when I leave.

I make my way into the bathroom when I feel my phone vibrate.

From Jason: Okay, Dan. Everything okay? You hear from Santana yet?

I begin to cry harder. Jason has always been able to read me, even through text message. I quickly wipe my tears sending a quick text and hopping in the shower.

To Jason: No to both. I really don't want to talk about it. I just need to talk to her.

SANTANA'S POV

"Bartender, I'll have another." I say in a drunken slur.

Two minutes later a Manhattan is placed in front of me. I look up from my phone and smile at the bartender.

"You're the best."

I slowly sip on my drink and look around the bar. There are not many people here. They probably have people to spend the holiday with.

I take another drink.

I look down and see my phone flashing. It's a text message from Rachel.

From Rachel: Spoke to Dani again. You really need to talk to her. She was crying on the phone to me not even 10 minutes ago. I thought you were going to fix this. You don't have to tell her, just talk to her and let her know you're alive.

I've read the text at least 3 times before I put my phone down.

Sighing heavily, I run my hands through my hair and put my head on the bar top.

Dani is crying over me. Dani is crying because of me. I made Dani cry. I'm not intentionally ignoring her. Well, I guess maybe I am. I am a little bitter that I am alone and she is spending time with her family.

I take another drink.

I made Dani cry.

But, she doesn't understand that this is a hard time of year for me. She just doesn't get it. She has no right to be upset because I am not talking to her. She doesn't get it.

Dani is crying because of me.

I am trying to convince myself that she has no right. I did nothing wrong. I don't owe her anything. She just left.

I down the rest of my drink and leave the bar. I stumble out and wave for a taxi. After climbing in the car I hand the guy money and tell him to take me home.

The whole car ride I am scrolling through the messages Dani has left me. I re-listen to the voicemails.

I can hear the desperation in her voice. I can hear the sadness.

I miss her too.

The cab comes to a stop and I stumble my way up into the loft and collapse on my bed. I look at the time on my phone. 10:30 p.m. I find Dani's name in my phone. Looking at the picture of us together.

Dani is crying over me.

Without thinking I push the little green button on my phone and the other end starts ringing.

DANI'S POV

I didn't leave my house until almost 6:45. It took me forever to get the energy to get out of bed. Once I did I spent a lot of time crying in the shower.

I just miss my girlfriend. I want to know why she isn't talking to me.

I hate traffic. I just need to escape my thoughts. I'm only 10 minutes away from my uncles, but the cars are not moving.

ARGH. I slam my hand on the steering wheel in frustration.

I shoot Jason a quick text.

To Jason: I've been sitting in the same spot on the 405 for 30 minutes. Hope to be there soon.

Not even 2 minutes later I feel my phone vibrating in my lap. I look at the time on the dashboard. It's 7:30.

Assuming it's Jason I pick up the phone without looking.

"I know, I know. I'm late. Sorry, Jace. I'll make it up to you."

There is silence on the other end.

"Hello?" I say. "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah. It's not Jason." I hear the familiar voice croak out.

"San?" I say quickly, "Is that you? Are you okay?"

"It's me." She says.

"Are you okay? Please tell me you are okay."

"I'm fine Dani. Stop asking." She snaps out.

"Sorry, Babe. I-I'm really sorry. I just, I-I miss you." I start sobbing.

"When are you coming back?" She asks quietly.

"I-I." I take a deep breath. "I still don't know."

"Ok. Well. Have a good Christmas, Dani. I'll talk to you whenever you have time for me." She sounds defeated.

"Wait." I say before she can hang up.

"What?" she sighs out.

"I miss you." I say as silent tears fall down my face.

"Yeah…I miss you, too. Bye." She hangs up quickly.

I drop the phone in my lap and realize that I am outside of my uncles. I wipe the tears away and turn off the engine.

After a small pep talk and reminding myself not to cry. I get out of the car and make my way up to the door.

A/N: I am super, super sorry for the long delay. Life has just gotten so busy. I promise I am still working on this story! Posts may be delayed, but I have not forgotten! This chapter is shorter than the rest, but I just wanted to post something for ya'll! PLEASE REVIEW. It lets me know that you guys want to see more!