Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Glee season 3 would be going a lot more differently for one Santana Lopez. Who I don't own. At all. Got it?

So sorry about the wait guys, I hope none of you have fallen off the planet in the last week and a half, and if you have I apologise sincerely for you never getting to read this. Actually most people probably don't ever read this so you're not really missing out on much. In fact I could probably say whatever I want here because no one wants to read it anyway. And if you are reading this you have probably realised that it is rather pointless and has nothing to do with the story at all, but because you are reading this I guess I will give you some story info. Only because you have total dedication and I love you. Season 3 has not happened. Will is not a stupid, ignorant, horrible jerk and actually likes Santana to some degree and would never ever consider kicking her out. So yeah, are we on the same page? I hope so! Enjoy!

"Santana! Somebody help!" Rachel screamed as she ran over to wear Santana had fallen. She panicked internally when she noticed the girl's eyes were shut and she wasn't moving. "Oh my gosh, what if she's dead?" She wondered aloud as she moved closer to inspect the girl. She looked up as she heard footsteps running towards her and relief filled her for half a second as she noticed Mr Schue running towards them. Mr Schue was an adult, he would know what to do, wouldn't he? Her attention snapped back to Santana when she noticed her stirring a little.

"Geez Berry, stop being such a drama queen. I can assure you I'm not dead." Rachel frowned at this statement, she could have sworn Santana was out cold at that point in the one-way conversation. She glanced accusingly at the Latina who was looking at her through one eye, the other remaining tightly shut, but her gaze was broken by another voice.

"What's going on? Santana, are you okay?" Mr Schue asked frantically as he arrived at the car, panting a little, causing Santana to fully open her eyes at the intrusion.

"Just peachy." Santana lied, closing her eyes again. Truth was she had been so dizzy that she had fallen in a heap, and closing her eyes seemed the best way to get rid of her severe case of vertigo.

"Right...so why are you on the floor of the parking lot?" Mr Schue asked, a little confused by the girl's behaviour.

"Tired." Was Santana's simple and admittedly pathetic reply.

"She said she wasn't feeling well earlier, and she threw up at lunch. I was getting ready to go home after my vocal session, and I'm guessing Santana had just finished Cheerios practice, when I saw her just collapse." Rachel said by way of explanation. Mr Schuester shot a worried look towards the girl before turning back to ask Rachel a question

"Did she-" He stopped halfway through as he noticed Rachel's attention had been diverted. The stubborn Latina had managed to stand up and was in the middle of opening the driver's side door of the car, keys in hand, attempting to drive herself home.

"I don't think it is a good idea for you to be driving in your condition." Rachel stated with wide eyes, looking from the girl to the car.

"Yeah? Well no one asked for your opinion Berry!" Santana spat, shooting Rachel a look as she continued getting in the car.

"I'm going to have to agree with Rachel on this. I can not allow you to drive home like this Santana." Mr Schue said, deciding that it was probably time to intervene. He had seen the Hispanic girl's temper flare up on many occasions and it was something he would like to try to avoid at this point in time. Santana sighed at this. She felt sick, hungry and tired and all she wanted to do was get home and go to sleep in her nice warm bed as soon as possible, but these interfering idiots were making it damn near impossible. Sure she had just fallen, but the dizziness was slightly better and it wasn't like her house was that far to drive to, besides Puck drove while he was drunk all the time and he was still fine, this wasn't that much different.

"Right. So what am I supposed to do, walk home?" Santana replied with a roll of her eyes, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Bad idea, rolling her eyes just made the dizziness return with full force and she had to reach her arm out to steady herself against the car.

"Don't be silly Santana, I'll gladly take you home." Rachel said cheerfully, flashing her beaming smile.

"I'd rather walk." Santana said shortly, narrowing her eyes at the girl. There was no way she was letting the midget near her house, not with the creepy stalker tendencies she had been displaying recently. Rachel's face fell at this admittance. She had been hoping that she could have another little heart to heart with the girl, and it wasn't like she could run away while buckled into the car.

"I'll drive you. You live on Aston Close right? My house isn't far from there, it's on the way actually." Mr Schue commented, sensing the tension in the air and trying to break it. And there was no way he was letting a sick student of his walk home while it was dark, so he grabbed Santana's bag off her shoulder and motioned towards his car. He watched as Santana's shoulders slumped with resignation and she shuffled over towards his car, putting a majority of her weight on the surrounding cars. She opened the passenger door and climbed in, which Mr Schue took as his cue to leave.

"Bye Rachel." He called with a final wave as he too climbed in the car, the sound of the engine starting a few moments later. He looked over towards his passenger who was staring out the front window, noticing that her eyes were narrowed and her hands were crossed defensively across her chest. Deciding it was best not to start up a conversation with her the pair drove in silence, watching the scenery fly past.

Santana groaned internally. There is nothing more awkward than being alone in a car with one of your teachers; it's just weird and uncomfortable. Stupid Berry and her stupid stupidness, this was all her stupid fault. Santana furrowed her eyebrows, maybe she was sicker than she thought if her thinking had been reduced to a puddle of stupidness. Actually maybe she should just stop thinking altogether, it was making her head hurt and everything was spinning worse than it was before. She shut her eyes, promising herself it was just for a moment, and leaned against the window revelling in the feeling of the cool glass on her forehead.

Will glanced around at the houses as he looked for number thirty seven, after an interesting conversation with Brittany about why he didn't get an invitation for her sleepover he was not going to be forgetting that anytime soon. Apparently the blonde threw a sleepover every year for people at school that lived in a house with a thirty seven on the letterbox, but every year it was only Santana that got invited and that had to mean they were 'the bestest of best friends because only the best of all the best friends share the same letterbox number'. He sighed, his brain did not need to go through that conversation again, once was bad enough. He finally spotted the cream house with its manicured lawn and white picket fence. It wasn't the rough area Santana liked to make it out to be, the bad things that happened here were much more on a par with the dramas from Desperate Housewives rather than some gang war. He pulled into the drive and turned off the engine, smiling to himself when he noticed that Santana had fallen asleep. He reached over and gently shook her shoulder, smiling in sympathy as he noticed her look around in confusion before the mask was back in place.

"Thanks for the ride." Santana muttered as she pulled her bag over her shoulder and climbed out of the car, stumbling slightly as she moved to walk away.

Mr Schue frowned at the little stumble in her step. "I'll walk you to the door." He said, worried that she might not be able to make it. Santana scowled but didn't say anything as he stepped out of the car and followed her up the drive. Santana stopped as they reached the door and unzipped her bag, rummaging around for what Will guessed to be her house keys. He watched as her movements became more frantic before she dumped everything on the porch. Chemistry and physics text books landed with a thud and her pencil case split open, causing several pens to start rolling away. A hairbrush, lip gloss, water bottle and wallet all fell out as well but there was a significant lack of keys in the pile on the floor.

Santana cursed under her breath. This was just perfect, all she had wanted to do was slip in unnoticed and curl up under the covers in her nice warm bed and just sleep for the next five years, but no she had to be an idiot and forget her damn keys. She collected all her things and crammed them haphazardly back into the bag, standing back up straight from her crouched position on the floor before knocking on the large wooden door.

"Mami?" She yelled as her knuckles rapped on the timber.

"Santana is that you?" A voice called out from within before a loud moan could be heard followed by a short, breathy "Yes, just like that." Will's brows furrowed in disgust but Santana simply rolled her eyes as if she were used to it. The voice soon spoke up again.

"You remember Daniel don't you? We met him at the supermarket last week? Well we're going to be a little busy tonight, why don't you stay at that blonde's house, what was her name, Bethany? Have a nice night." It called dismissively.

A deep husky voice joined in suggestively, obviously not talking to the duo outside the door. "Oh you will!" Before a series of giggles arose from inside, followed by several moans that seemed to retreat away from the door. Will watched in concern as Santana slumped to the floor, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. What sort of mother could blatantly have sex while talking to her daughter? And better yet, what sort of mother could lock her sick child out of the house while it was dark? And the worst thing was that Santana didn't seem surprised by it, it made Will wonder just how many times this had happened.

"Did you want me to drive you to Brittany's? I'm guessing that was the blonde your mom was talking about?" Will asked gently, eliciting a humourless laugh from Santana.

"You'd think she might have remembered the name after eleven years." She muttered dryly before turning back to answer Will's original question, "She won't be home, her family are going out to celebrate Britt not having a cavity this month."

"Is there anywhere else you want to go? I'll drive you there."

"Nah, don't worry Mr Schue, I'll just sleep in the car." Santana said, gesturing to a small silver sedan parked next to the house. She let out a scoff, "Besides, I don't exactly have any other friends to stay with except Puck and Q and both of their mom's hate me." She gave him a tight smile before walking off towards the car.

That was when Will made his decision. "Wait, Santana, I'm not going to let you stay out here when you're sick. You can come back to my house for the night. I can't offer much but I'm sure a couch would be somewhat comfier than a car."

Santana weighed up her options. If the car ride with her teacher had been awkward surely staying at his house would be even worse, but on the other hand she really did just want to curl up somewhere and the car really was not the most comfy place to sleep, her neck always ached for days afterwards. She let out a long breath before nodding her head and walking back to Mr Schue's car.

Later that night Will was grading papers in the dim light of his kitchen and Santana was fast asleep, curled into a little ball under the blankets on the couch and was sucking lightly on her thumb. It was amazing how different the girl looked when she was asleep, she seemed smaller and more fragile, not at all like the confident girl who walked through the school hallways. This thought made Will smile a little, he had never had much interaction with Santana and seeing this more vulnerable side of her made him feel closer to the girl. He focused all of his attention onto the girl as he noticed her brow furrow and a small whimper escape from her lips. Now what was he supposed to do? Wake her up? But she was a teenager, what if it was just one of those dreams? He made up his mind when a pained whisper, "Never good enough" came from her mouth and she clutched the blanket tighter. He stood up from his chair at the kitchen table and walked over to the distressed girl, hovering above her for a few moments.

"Santana." He called softly, gently shaking her shoulder at the same time. After gaining no response he called her name again, slightly louder this time.

Santana awoke with a start, breathing quickly. She looked around for what had wakened her up, wondering in confusion why Mr Schue was standing there. She clenched her eyes shut as the dream came flooding back to her, it had been more of a sequence of memories really and that had just made it so much worse.

Brittany rejecting her at the lockers in the school hallway. Sue demoting her to the bottom of the pyramid. Puck choosing that stupid whale over her. Her Mami telling her to stop eating so much junk, she was starting to look bloated. Finn telling her that she meant nothing, that she was a mistake. The jiggle of her thigh the night of Puck's party. Rachel singing that stupid song in front of everyone. Her own Mami locking her out the first time. Her Mami locking her out tonight. The chocolate Mr Schue had made her eat before she fell asleep.

The chocolate. Santana had almost forgotten about that, she had been so eager to go to sleep she had just accepted the bar so he would leave her alone, except he wouldn't leave until she ate it. So she did it. She ate the chocolate. How could she have done that? She clamped a hand over her mouth as the guilt made itself known again and she sat up before clambering off the couch and bolting to the bathroom. She tensed when she felt a hand pulling her hair away from her face as her stomach expelled all traces of the chocolate.

"It's alright, just get it out." Mr Schue murmured. He had followed Santana after she had run out of the living room, finding her heaving into the toilet whilst struggling to keep her hair out of the way of the vomit. Immediately he had gone in to help, offering small words of comfort while he held her hair and waited for her to finish.

"You done?" He asked gently once the Latina had stopped retching into the toilet.

"I-I think so." She answered shakily, slowly climbing to her feet. She swayed on the spot for a few moments before walking out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, taking a seat on one of the chairs. She couldn't stop herself as a shiver ran through her body, she was still in her Cheerio's uniform and it was decidedly colder when you weren't under a blanket.

"I think I have some of Terri's old stuff if you want to change into something warmer?" Will asked when he noticed her shivering, mentally kicking himself for not offering as soon as they got here. When the girl nodded he disappeared into the bedroom, emerging a few moments later with a pair of purple striped pyjama pants and a grey sweatshirt. Santana took the offered items of clothing and headed towards the bathroom to change. Will frowned a little when she reappeared wearing the clothes, they seemed to swallow the girl's tiny frame. He had deliberately picked the clothes that were a little small on Terri and Santana wasn't that much shorter than her, there was no way the clothes should have been as big as they were.

Santana sat back down at the table again, considerably warmer in the pyjamas than she had been in her uniform. She reached down and pulled her phone from her bag that had been leaning against the wall. 15 missed texts and 4 missed calls. She decided to check who the calls were from first.

Berry, 6:48pm

Britt-Britt, 7:05pm

Quinn, 7:14pm

Berry, 7:23pm

Why was Berry calling her? And why was Berry calling her twice? Santana thought she had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with the midget. She wrinkled her nose, moving on to check her texts.

Berry – Did you get home okay?

Britt-Britt – Ges wat? I hv no teethe howels! Santana had to laugh a little at this, Brittany could always cheer her up even if her spelling wasn't the greatest.

Quinn – You okay? You seemed a little off at school?

Berry- Santana did you make it home?

Sam- Feeling any better?

Kurt- Hope you're feeling better Satan xo

Berry- You haven't passed out again have you?

Britt-Britt- Wnt me 2 sav u sum bredstixs Sanny?

Quinn- Sue said we have practise at 6am 2moro, you going to be okay or should I tell her you're sick?

Berry- Are you dead?

Puck- Hey, you busy ;)

Berry- Santana I'm getting worried!

Berry- Santana?

Berry- Santana! I'm really worried now! Answer your phone!

Berry- Just tell me if you're okay.

Seriously what was wrong with Berry? Santana rolled her eyes, that girl could never give up. What made her think that after no reply from the first three texts she would get a reply out of the next five? She typed out a reply to the girl, saying that she was fine and had fallen asleep. She glanced over the other texts, telling Quinn that practise would be fine and Brittany that she was proud of her, declining her offer for bread sticks. Deciding that the others could wait she put her phone back in her bag, wincing when she heard her stomach grumble.

Will glanced up from the papers he had returned to when he heard a quiet rumble. Judging by the sheepish look on her face it was definitely Santana's stomach that rumbled, he didn't blame her for being hungry, she had fallen asleep before dinner and would have vomited any other food out of her system.

"I can heat up some soup if you want some?" Will asked pointedly, glancing at Santana's stomach.

Santana bit her lip, she hadn't eaten for a while and soup was healthy and low in calories, she could handle that. Besides she had to eat something soon or else she would turn into a skeleton which was no better than being fat, she needed to keep that balance of smoking hot. She nodded her head in response, offering a small smile as well. She watched as her teacher grabbed a can out of the pantry and emptied its contents into a bowl before placing it in the microwave. After a minute the microwave beeped and Mr Schue placed the steaming liquid in front of her as well as a silver spoon.

"Tomato." He explained as he placed the soup down. "Did you need anything to drink?" Santana shook her head, pointing to the water bottle she had pulled from her bag. She delicately raised the spoon up to her mouth, blowing on it slightly before swallowing the liquid. She managed to eat half the bowl before she yawned widely, blushing slightly in embarrassment.

"Sorry. I think I might go back to sleep, if that's okay?" She said, pushing the bowl away from her.

"Its fine, you need your rest to get better. Goodnight." He called as she stood up, smiling warmly at the girl. He watched as she got settled on the couch, burrowing under the blankets. She closed her eyes and Will listened as her breathing evened out, Santana falling asleep within minutes with her warm, full belly. Will smiled to himself as he looked at the clock above the stove. 8:30. Who would have thought that the popular party girl would be fast asleep by then? His smile faded as he remembered what had been bothering him all evening, what he wanted to talk to her about. That little outburst she had in Glee during Rachel's song. The song that was clearly about an eating disorder, that much was obvious. But she ate the soup which must mean she was fine. Wasn't she?

So there you go, another chapter which I'll admit is not very action packed, it's more like a back story filler and a forward story mover. Kinda. Sorta. Whatever, anyway you've read it, you know what it is! It's also later than I promised, but hey it's still a chapter! And I promise in the next chapter there will be more Santana/ Rachel interaction and less Mr Schue and maybe even some Santana/Quinn-ness as well. Anyway, I'm gonna act like a tree and leave, so cya :)