Hurricane

Santana closed her locker the next morning to find Brittany by her side. 'Morning San.' She beamed.

'Morning B.' Santana returned the greeting, turning to face her friend.

'What happened to your eye?' She asked.

'Oh this?' Santana said, laughing it off. 'I was an idiot and slipped in the shower last night, hit my head on the sink.'

'Does it hurt?' Brittany asked, looking over the bruise.

'No B, I promise I'm fine.'

'Okay, well we need to get to glee early today, Mr Schue has something to talk to us about.'

'Okay.' Santana smiled and followed as Brittany led them down the hall. Her smile faded when they rounded the corner and she saw their teacher standing next to a police officer. 'Come in girls, take a seat.' Mr Schue said when he saw them. Brittany led Santana up to their usual spots and then the officer began to talk.

'Alright, I'm officer Jones with the Lima Police Department.'

'What's this about?' Jake asked.

'It's nothing anyone has done, we're in all schools in the area today.'

'There was an incident at the Lima Bean last night.' Mr Schue informed them. Santana's head shot up, waiting for what came next.

'A young woman was mugged and beaten up pretty badly last night outside the coffee place. We're still looking for the man responsible.'

'I know you kids frequent the Lima Bean, so I wanted officer Jones to come and talk to you.' Mr Schue informed them.

'It's very important that you stay in groups and don't go anywhere alone after dark. This man is very dangerous.' Officer Jones continued.

'Why didn't you get him?' Kitty asked.

'When we arrived on the scene the woman was alone. She told us that someone intervened and scared the man off.'

'Who was that?' Tina asked.

'We don't know.' Officer Jones admitted. 'But the woman who was attacked could only tell us that she heard a female voice before she fell unconscious.'

'Dude, that chick must have been bad ass.' Ryder said.

'Not the time Ryder, Officer Jones needs you all to be careful until this man is caught.' Mr Schue said.

'And any information, if you guys do see anything, will be greatly appreciated. Your teacher has my card.' With that Jones left the room and let Mr Schue get on with the lesson.

'Okay, who has a song for us?' He began. Santana stared after the police officer, not paying attention to Marley, who was staring at her.

-x-

Glee finished and Santana went straight to the bathroom. She lent with her back against the toilet stall and tried to calm down as she heard the door swing open. 'Santana, are you in here?' It was Marley. 'Santana?' She said again. 'I needed to talk to you.'

'What about?' Santana called back.

'Can you come out here please?' Marley asked. Santana obliged, although she wasn't sure why, and opened the door. She walked towards the sinks and met Marley in the middle.

'What's up?' Santana asked.

'I wanted to see if you were okay.' Marley admitted. 'You have a bruised face.'

'Very good powers of observation there Marly.' Santana joked.

'I'm serious.' Marley said. 'What happened?'

'I fell in the shower.'

'That might fool Brittany, but I know what a punch leaves behind.' Marley said sadly, causing Santana to look up at her.

'You do huh?'

'Yeah, my dad wasn't the best of guys.'

'I'm sorry about that Marley.' Santana said.

'You know that's the most sincere I've ever heard you be.' Marley smiled.

'Well, it sucks that that happened.'

'It does. And I want you to know that I'm here if you want to talk about...' Marley looked over Santana's face once more.

'You think my dad did this?' Santana asked standing up straight. 'You are so far off base.'

'Denial is one of the stages Santana.'

'I'm not denying anything, it wasn't my dad.'

'Then who was it?'

'I got into a fight okay, I just don't like Brittany knowing.' Santana grabbed her bag and went to walk past Marley. The taller girl grabbed her arm before she could make it all the way past but reeled back right away. Santana stopped and looked at hr shocked face.

'You're so hot.' Marley said. 'It's like your skin should be burning.'

'When I get pissed off my body temp rises.' Santana said casually.

'Santana, are you sick?'

'No I'm not sick, what's with the twenty questions?'

'I'm just worried about you.'

'You don't know me well enough to be worried about me.' Santana said angrily, this time laving the room for good.

-x-

The next day at glee Mr Schue had more information on the mugging. 'So the woman was talking to the police and she though the person who saved her was young, as in high school young.' Santana slid down in her seat slightly as the conversation continued.

'How is that possible Mr Schue?' Rachel asked.

'I'm not sure, this woman was badly beaten so she could have been mistaken. The one thing she was sure about though, was that she felt the temperature rise.'

'That's so weird.' Artie said, but this revelation made Marley look to Santana. Their eyes connected and Santana knew she had been made.

'Well, if no one has anything to add we should probably get started.' He looked around the room. 'Santana, you're the last to go.' Santana broke Marley's gaze and made her way to the middle of the room. The music began to play.

Tick tack on the wall, screaming out a silent call

could this be another warning

higher pressure's got me falling

into worlds I've never seen

seemed so far away from me

I always ran away from the storm

maybe I haven't cried enough tears

maybe I haven't laughed out loud

maybe I have been stuck in amber

just a part of the crowd

nothing's wrong, nothing's changed

here in the eye of the hurricane

strong enough to take the pain

far from the eye of the hurricane

tick tack on the wall, could this be my wake-up call

hiding underneath the sheets

I wait for life to come to me

think it's time to break these patterns

systematic 'comes a habit

am I strong enough to believe

Santana looked at Marley who was watching her contently, listening to every word.

maybe I haven't cried enough tears

maybe I haven't laughed out loud

maybe I have been stuck in amber

just a part of the crowd

nothing's wrong, nothing's changed

here in the eye of the hurricane

strong enough to take the pain

far from the eye of the hurricane

carry on, carry on, just to get along

nothing's wrong, nothing's changed

here in the eye of the hurricane

strong enough to take the pain

far from the eye of the hurricane

The music sopped and they gave Santana a round of applause. 'Very nice.' Mr Schue said as she made her way back to her seat. 'How did singing that make you feel?'

'I'm not sure.' Santana admitted.

'You chose that song for a reason, there must be something?'

'I guess I feel like this is my home, this is where I grew up, but that doesn't mean its all sunshine and rainbows. There are worse places out there to be.'

'Okay, well thank you for sharing.' Mr Schue turned to the entire group. 'I need suggestions for sectionals so anything you want to sing for the next few weeks can be considered.' He turned to the board as Santana's phone vibrated in her pocket. She opened the message and saw it was from her mother; Come home as soon as you can. Love you. xx