Hey Everyone,

Bonus Chapter! In honor of the last episode of Glee for Season 5.

I would like to address a few things, because I keep forgetting to do so in previous chapters. First, some of you asked about Pezberry in this story and how it will end up. I think that in this case, I'm staying as close to the show as I can, meaning good friends who are very touchy feeling (I know that part's not in the show), and that's really all it is. Several times as I was writing it got to a point where I thought maybe it go to a more romantic place between them, but as I wrote it, it just didn't work. So out that went. Secondly, there is a video on youtube called Glee Superlatives and in Part 3, Dianna Agron says that the entire Glee cast are just a little bit too touchy feely and if they were ten - fifteen years older, they'd be creeps. I LOVED that when I saw that years ago, because that is how I am with my close friends. That being said I truly believe the real life people of this show, really are still friends, and that is where my brain likes to live, so please don't judge me. I like to mix those parts of real life with the characters of the story. I know the show doesn't always do that, but it just makes me feel better.

Lastly, if you haven't, please go check out my RPF entitled Twitter is a Battlefield and leave a review. I'm curious what people think.

Warnings for this chapter: Abuse - If you have easy triggers, well you've been warned. I also feel I should have put that in EVERY chapter thus far, except for the fluffy ones. Medical information - I don't know a LOT about passing out or what exactly goes on in your body, so this is just my best attempt based on research that I've done.

As always - Many many many thanks to the reviewers - so grateful, as well as to NayaFan, UnholyUnderBoob, & Beaner008 for their encouragement and support.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Two days later Marley was in the kitchen and yelling and screaming while Rachel watched from the table. "I'M NOT DOING IT," she screamed at Joe.

"Marley Rose!" Rachel scolded.

"NO!" Marley yelled again, this time directing her statement directly at Rachel.

Rachel moved quickly over to her and spoke firmly. "You know much better than to yell at anyone like that. Apologize now," Rachel said. Marley had been standing but now she was seated on the ground stubbornly, pouting at her.

"No!" Marley yelled and she started to crawl away.

"Young lady, get back here right now!" Rachel said sternly but Marley ignored her, crawled into the bedroom and while on all fours she kicked the door closed behind her, slamming it shut. Rachel went into the bedroom after her and picked Marley up from under her arms. "Not okay, not by a long shot," she scolded her.

"Let me go! I'm not doing it!" Marley screamed.

"Corner, now!" Rachel said and she took her over to the corner and had her sit down. "I'm sorry about that Joe," Rachel said.

"I'm not!" Marley screamed and she kicked herself away from the wall, rolled onto her side, and started to crawl away.

Rachel went after her, picked her up and put her back, taking a firm hold of her jaw. "You know the rules little girl. You do not leave the corner until I tell you and every time you leave, you start all over again," Rachel said sternly. Marley went to pull her face away and Rachel let her be for a moment. She recognized the frustration.

"I'm not staying in the corner!" Marley yelled, but she didn't move yet.

"If you move out of this corner, then I'm going to pick you up, and you will finish your therapy with Mr. Joe right now along with an apology to him, and me, and then you'll still do your corner time," Rachel told her and she stood up. Marley waited a moment, and then made a dash to move out of the corner. "Alright then, fine, you want to move, you'll move, kicking and screaming if you feel like it," Rachel said trying to keep her frustration in check. She looked seriously at Joe. "She finishes therapy, no breaks unless it is absolutely necessary."

"NO NO NO!" Marley screamed.

"Marley Rose, look at me right now," Rachel said seriously and with a lot of anger and frustration in her face, Marley did as asked. "You know much better than to be so rude to anyone and if you're not going to stay in the corner like you're supposed to, then you are going to finish therapy; whatever Mr. Joe tells you to do," Rachel said.

"No, I fall down. Mommy won't like that. No, no, no," Marley said tears brimming in her eyes.

"I see that you are scared, and while I don't know exactly how scared you truly are about this specifically, I understand scared. So you, young lady, are going to do whatever Mr. Joe says and you're going to do it, because I'm here and he's here and we're not going to let something bad happen to you on purpose," Rachel said.

"NO! I want Mommy!" she cried.

"Mommy isn't here," Rachel said.

"Then I'm not doing it!" she screamed, a deep scowl forming on her face.

"So you're just going to be a brat and when Mommy comes home, I'm going to have to tell her what you did?" Rachel asked. She knew it was a bit of dirty trick, but she didn't really care at this point. Marley was so close to getting back full mobility, and she was stalling. No one was sure entirely as to why, but she was and Rachel had had enough.

"I'm not a brat!" Marley snapped.

"You are definitely acting like one," Rachel told her and she lifted her up to her feet and Marley didn't dare set them down. Joe wanted her to stand. Just stand. He wasn't asking her to move anywhere, just stand there and wait, but she had screamed that she wasn't going to do it. "Marley Rose, put your feet flat on the floor, before you hurt yourself," Rachel yelled.

Marley couldn't help it. She burst into tears. Rachel had never yelled at her before and it scared her. This was it. This was how it was going to happen. They were going to get her better and send her away. They didn't love her. They never had, they just took pity on her. "Rachel," Joe started.

"No, she does this. I'm here. I'll do what you say, but she does this. She doesn't get to act the way she did and get away with it," Rachel said a little more calmly.

"Alright, well then, I need you to take a breath and calm down, and I just need her to stand there. She just has to stand on her own, that's all I want. She's ready for it, she's just scared," he said.

"MOMMY!" Marley screamed.

Rachel rolled her eyes, took a heavy sigh and looked at Joe. "If you can brace her body, I will set her feet," Rachel said.

"Gently," Joe warned her while Marley screamed again for her Mommy. Rachel very carefully got down on the floor and set Marley's feet down, narrowly avoiding getting kicked in the face when Marley screamed in fear and wet herself in the process. "I just need you to stand Marley and your Mama Rae is helping you do that," Joe tried.

"MOMMY!" Marley screamed again, her body falling to dead weight while she cried.

Rachel was being very gentle. She had a careful hold of Marley's right foot and was trying to get her sole, flat to the floor, so that Marley had a good base, but Marley was scared and fighting them. "It's like trying to set water in one spot," Rachel said. Her own anger had dissipated at this point and her heart was breaking for her little girl, but she knew it had to be done, and she wasn't going to let Marley get away with acting so naughty this afternoon.

"She's terrified, and Santana is going to kill me," Joe said.

"Only after you tell me what happened," Santana said protectively from the doorway. Marley wiggled and screamed. She wormed her way down to the floor and crawled away as fast as she could, into the bedroom, crouching behind the bed, pulling her blanket off the bed, and hiding under it. "Well that was good," Santana sighed and she looked to Rachel for an explanation.

"Joe asked her to stand still," Rachel sighed.

"And?" Santana asked, waving her arms in a keep going motion, waiting for her to continue the story, figuring there was more to it than that.

"And nothing. That's what he asked to do. Stand in place, that was it," Rachel said.

"You're shaking, so you need to calm down please," Santana told her calmly and then looked at Joe. "Did she do it?"

"No. She yelled at me that she wouldn't. Rachel got involved and then you walked in and off she went," Joe said.

"That sounds too short," Santana said turning to Rachel who was moving closer to the bedroom, to listen for breathing problems. "Your turn, and come away from there please," Santana said but in her Mistress tone.

"Not your pet!" Rachel defended.

"That may be true, but if she's freaking out because of something that happened, and your voice maybe set her off, then maybe you being by the door isn't such a good idea," Santana stressed.

"Then switch with me, because she's freaking out and I do not want to be the reason she throws up, has a panic attack, or nightmares or a combination of all those things," Rachel said moving away from the doorway so Santana could get closer.

"Okay, take a breath, calm yourself and then tell me what happened," Santana said kindly so Rachel did as asked and then retold the story. "You did nothing wrong as far as I can tell," Santana told her and she gave Rachel a tight hug. "Please stop shaking though, I will go sit with her and get it all sorted out. Joe if you want an apology today, hang around, otherwise, we'll see you tomorrow," Santana told him.

"Have a good night ladies," Joe said and he headed out the door.

"You," Santana said smiling at Rachel. "You just...go...I don't know...go relax however it is you relax," Santana said and Rachel laughed. It didn't sound like a real sentence.

Santana walked into the bedroom and looked around to find Marley. Surely a nineteen year old girl would be easy to spot, but Santana couldn't find her right away. Marley was tucked, under her blanket, curled up on the floor, squeezed behind the bed, and it wasn't until she gasped for breath that Santana figured out the pile of blanket was actually Marley. "Alright baby girl, Mommy came in to talk, and I'm sitting right here waiting for you to come out and talk to me," she said.

Marley hesitated. Everything hurt her body at the moment. She had muscle cramps in her thighs, she was starting to have a spasm in her back from having been curled up on the floor and squashing herself into a tight place for the last few minutes, and the amount of tension in her body was ridiculous. Somewhere deep inside she knew that Santana was safe, it was after all, who she'd been screaming for moments ago. "Ya know, it's pretty early in the evening, I think Mommy might have time for a nice long warm bubble bath, and I also think Mommy would really like some company," she continued. Marley came out from under her blanket and looked pitifully at Santana. "Come over here please," Santana said gently.

Marley crawled over to Santana and started crying immediately. Her breath was so ragged that it came out in very broken words, and soft baby speak. "Mommy, I g'uh, I day, no bad, no go," she sputtered.

"Shhh, come here love. I'm not interested in that right now. Right now we have to get you calm, and maybe you can join Mommy in her bubble bath," she said and Marley gasped desperately for breath, her lungs burning from having held herself quiet for so long. "Breathe with Mommy," Santana said kindly and she worked with her for five minutes before it fell under control. "Very good my love, now, are you ready to join me for a bubble bath?" she asked.

"Rae?" she asked.

"Rachel?" Santana asked for clarification and Marley nodded. This set off warning bells. Marley rarely used their proper names, including when she felt like being nineteen. "No, she's not coming. I think that would be a very crowded bath. I don't think we have a big enough tub for three of us, but if you want her there with us, I'm sure she would like to join in and talk to you," she said.

"Shuh, shuh, she hay, hay, hates me," she stammered.

"Well then we need to address that before anything else," she said and Marley started to cry. "Rachel!" Santana called.

"No, no, no," Marley cried and she tried to push herself into Santana. Santana wrapped her little girl tight in her arms.

"Shhh, since when are you afraid of Mama Rae?"

"No! She hates me!" Marley cried.

"Mama Rae doesn't hate you. Mama doesn't know how to hate anyone," she said.

"She ya...ya...yell...d," Marley stammered.

"Why did she yell?" Santana asked gently.

"I bad," Marley cried.

"You yourself were a bad girl, or you did something naughty?" Santana asked her kindly and Marley grabbed the first finger.

"You know I don't think you're a bad girl Marley," Rachel said from the doorway and she stayed there not wanting to upset Marley any further.

"You yelled," Marley cried.

"I did. You were being very naughty. You screamed at Mr. Joe. You told him you weren't going to stand as he asked you to. Then you yelled at me. You crawled into your room and slammed the door shut, and then left the corner twice. None of that is okay and I got very frustrated with your poor choice of actions," Rachel said.

"Smaller please," Santana said kindly knowing that Marley was regressing from fear. She wasn't going to be able to properly handle big sentences and lectures.

Rachel sighed and took a seat on the floor opposite Marley. "Listen to me baby. What does Mommy want you to do more than anything? What is the one rule that Mommy makes sure you follow and when you don't then you sit in time out?" she asked.

"Be p'lie," she lisped.

"Yes, Mommy wants you to be polite and you were not very polite to Mr. Joe, which is why Mama yelled at you. I am sorry that my yelling scared you though," Rachel told her honestly.

"No go away," she pleaded and Santana went to scold her, but then she heard it again and knew it was fear. She would never understand why Marley thought they were going to give her away.

"Who do you think has to leave baby?" Santana asked her and Marley timidly raised her hand. "Do you want to live somewhere else?" she asked and Marley started to cry, shaking her head no. "Then you don't have to worry my love, because we're not asking you to go anywhere," Santana assured her.

"I bad, I bad, every one hates me," Marley cried, her breath going more ragged than they had anticipated it to go and for the second time in the past several months, Marley's body, let go of all the stress it had been holding on to and she passed out.

"Fuck," Santana said and her hand went immediately to Marley's nose and mouth, to check for exhalation and then to her neck to check for a pulse. "Lift her feet, and watch her face," Santana said and Rachel didn't hesitate. Santana slowly counted to ten and by five, Marley was starting to come to. "Hey baby girl," Santana crooned gently and Marley started to cry.

"Okay baby girl, come on. You come with Mama and we're going to get you into the bathroom, into pajamas, and then dinner and lots and lots of cuddle time on the couch," Rachel said. Marley didn't say anything, she didn't even try to communicate, she was still trying to figure out how she ended up flat on her back, her head in Santana's lap, with her feet in Rachel's arms.

"Nice and slow baby, nothing fast," Santana told her. "You go with Mama and I'll be right there. I have to call work, very quickly and then I will come in and join you," she told her giving her a soft kiss. It was a very smooth lie that even had Rachel convinced for about ten seconds before she caught the look of pure fear in Santana's eyes. Once they got her to her feet and she hung on to Rachel, resting her head on Rachel's shoulder, feeling nothing but exhaustion.

Santana sat in the kitchen and dialed Dr. Martinez on her phone. Once the numbers were in and she hit send, she started to pace waiting for him to pick up. "Dr. Martinez," he finally said.

"Thank god. This is Santana Lopez, and I'm sorry to bother you, but Marley just fainted," she said very quickly.

"I'm sorry, who is this?" he asked not recognizing her name right off the bat.

"Santana Lopez, I was brought in by Beth Harris, owner of Eve's Garden. You know her because your wife is a client at Eve's Garden and you were contracted by Ms. Harris to oversee any medical emergencies," Santana said trying to stay calm, but she was losing her patience. "Marley Rose, brought into the hospital for hypothermia, muscle trauma, burns, bruises, and a few broken ribs," Santana told her.

"Oh, Santana, I'm sorry," he said remembering who she was as she jogged his memory.

"Good, well she passed out. She started hyperventilating and passed out. One minute she was fine and the next she was out cold and she came around about twenty seconds later. What do I do?"

"Okay, slow down, what happened first?"

"She was crying and upset and then she passed out. She cried pretty hard, got afraid of my roommate and then out she went."

"Was she gasping for breath?"

"Yes."

"Then it was a simple lack of oxygen to her brain from struggling for breath."

"Do I have to do anything special though? Because this is the second time she's done this. Both for the same reason, and the last time she was in a hospital. I live in a brownstone in Bushwick," she said.

"That may be true, but I'm going to tell you that you are perfectly okay and Marley is as well. She's probably going to be tired and confused for a while, just have her stay calm and relaxed, cuddle with her if she wants it, have her eat something she likes, and stay calm. Just calm and relaxed, let her body relax and come back to normal. If she passes out again then you can bring her in for an exam, but I'm sure it was just stress. That's what it was the last time," he said.

"Are you really sure?" Santana asked and while it was a question, she practically growled it at him. Marley was her cub and she was in full Mama Bear mode and she was going to go to any length possible to protect her.

"I am sure Santana, and you have my number, so if you need to call, then do so and I will come over to you and check her out immediately, alright?" he bargained.

"Yes, that's fine," Santana said and she disconnected. She paced a little bit more, pulled herself together and moved to the bathroom. At first she shoved her hands under her arms and leaned against the doorway, she had to stop herself from shaking, and she smiled in at Rachel and Marley, who were both seated in the tub, with the curtain half drawn and Rachel was singing Marley a lullaby while Marley played with the water around her waist, finding it very relaxing. Rachel made a good pillow and Marley felt her body and heart beat start to calm down, especially as Rachel played with her hair and sang to her.

Santana moved to the tub and took a seat on the ledge. "Well hello there my lovely baby girl, did I miss anything?" she asked and Marley shook her head no, but that was all. "Do you think you can eat some dinner when you're all done with your bath? Mommy will order in pizza," she said and Marley nodded her agreement. "Do you feel okay?" she asked her with concern and Marley nodded yes again. Santana wasn't convinced, but she was still working on calming herself.

"Marley let Mama wash her back and her legs and her arms and her hair, and then she took care of the rest and now we're just sitting in the nice warm water," Rachel said kindly.

"I am very glad to hear that princess," Santana smiled. "I'm really proud of you baby," she told her. "Okay, pizza time. Do you want plain or veggie delight?" she asked holding up two fingers and Marley chose the second option. She suddenly had a craving for tomatoes that she didn't understand and on the veggie delight pizza, they always put on extra tomato slices. "You got it," she said and she gave Marley a kiss to her forehead. "Let me go order it," she said. Santana was able to leave and Marley turned to look at Rachel with concern.

"It's alright baby girl, Mommy will be right back. She's just ordering the pizza. As soon as she does, I'm sure she'll be back," Rachel assured her and they sat for three more minutes before Santana returned with a warm towel for Marley to wrap up in once she was out of the bath. They got her wrapped up and Rachel gave her a kiss. "Go sit with Mommy baby, I'll be right there to cuddle and then you can pick a movie for all of us to watch," she said. Marley nodded and went willingly.

Three hours later, Marley had eaten half a slice of pizza, watched a movie with the girls, was put to bed, and Kurt came home to find Rachel and Santana curled up tightly together on the couch drinking wine. "This is not normal behavior," he commented.

"We're decompressing, veggie pizza is in the oven," Santana said and she took a very long pull on her glass of wine.

"You're gonna vomit if you keep that up," Rachel scolded kindly and then took Santana's glass and took the same exact long pull.

"Hypocrite," Santana said and Rachel ignored her, put her head on Santana's lap and Santana began playing with her hair as if she were Marley.

Kurt came back to the living room with his freshly heated pizza and looked at the two of them. "Who are you and what did you do with my roommates?" he asked them seriously.

"We're fine," Rachel told him and she changed the channel to some home cooking show, rather than the movie channel they had been watching.

"How do you know I wasn't watching that?" Santana asked her seriously. Rachel lifted up the remote and put it in Santana's hands.

"Go on then, change it to what you want," Rachel said and Santana looked down at her and frowned. "And stop frowning, you're going to get wrinkles and we're far too young for that," Rachel told her and she leaned up and kissed her cheek.

"Yuck," Santana said and then returned the kiss.

"Stop thinking about it," Rachel said to her. "Marley went to sleep, peacefully, just like we were told to have it happen. You're her Mommy, you got her to do what will make her sleep well. You're a good Mommy," Rachel said.

"You didn't do anything wrong, you know that," Santana assured her and then she looked up at Kurt. "We're fine," she insisted.

"No you aren't. I've never seen you two cuddle," he said.

"We cuddle all the time," Santana said.

"You cuddle Marley, not each other. Where is our little bear cub. What happened?" he said.

"She passed out, but came to, and Santana called the doctor, and we just have to keep her calm, and that's it really," Rachel said and Kurt's jaw practically hit the floor.

"First off, Marley passing out, is not nothing, secondly, is she okay, and thirdly are the two of you okay?" he asked seriously, knowing that it couldn't have been an easy situation for either of them, and this was probably the reason the two of them were so close at the moment.

"No it isn't nothing, yes she's fine, and we will be when we finish drinking," Santana said lifting her wine glass.

"I'm getting us more pizza," Rachel said getting up from her comfortable position, grabbing two more slices of pizza and filling the wine glasses as well. She didn't like the idea of Santana getting too drunk or too relaxed on all the wine, so she was hoping the bread in the pizza would help counteract that.

Once she was set, Kurt looked at the two of them and sighed. "Can I get the whole story, or am I going to be left in the dark?" he asked. Rachel calmly retold the story and Santana sighed.

"The problem is, Joe is coming back tomorrow and I have to work," Santana said. "Which isn't normally a problem, but you both have to work too, and I'm not leaving her alone with Joe. That isn't fair to either of them, especially since she is in a place where she's scared out of her mind, or being totally stubborn, or some combination of both. My only possible options left, are cancel work, cancel therapy, or have her do therapy at work, and I don't know that Miss Beth would approve that," she said.

"Only one way to find out," Kurt said handing her his phone.

Marley was lying in bed. She started out feeling calm and relaxed. She fell asleep, feeling warm and peaceful. Rachel and Santana had assured her countless times that they were right near by, and if she needed them, she just had to call out. It made her feel safe and secure, knowing someone was just outside the door. However what pulled her out of that safe and peaceful feeling was hearing Terri's voice coming toward her.

"Where are you sweet cheeks?" her voice called and it was cold and scary. The name was a pet name, Marley knew that, but typically pet names came with love and caring behind them. Terri may have meant it to be sweet and caring, but it never came across that way and she had pinched Marley so many times, her body ticked every time she heard that name. Her face was starting to hurt now, just hearing it, and she tried to protect her face, but her hand was pinned down. She tugged a bit at her bonds and started to cry.

"There you are," Terri smiled, getting so close to Marley that Marley shut her eyes. "Are you playing hide and seek?" Terri crooned gently and Marley tried to still herself. Her breathing was starting to get ragged and she tried really hard to control it. "Look at you trying to be a big girl," Terri laughed coldly and she picked up the flat backed hair brush and slammed it four times into the sole of Marley's foot, causing her to cry out in pain. The second she did the pacifier was shoved into her mouth and clipped in place behind her head. "That's what you get for trying to be big," Terri yelled. "You are nothing but a little baby slut and if you don't follow my rules, you're going to be out on your own. No one loves you. No one will. Why would anyone love a freak like you," Terri said. "In fact, I don't even know why I waste my time with you," Terri said. "Maybe I should just leave you here to fend for yourself and go find someone younger, cuter, and more willing to listen to me," she said and Marley screamed into her pacifier in fear. "Are you going to listen to me now?" Terri asked her, and Marley nodded, struggling to breathe.

Santana was on the couch, with Rachel leaning against her when she heard movement she didn't like. She carefully pushed Rachel off of her, drawing a small whine out of her and Santana smiled. "Lady Hummel can keep you warm," she laughed and then headed into the bedroom. She watched as Marley rolled around on the bed, clearly caught in a dream and she made it over to the bed, just in time to catch Marley, before she fell off the bed.

She gathered her close and started to sing softly. "Well sometimes I go out by myself, and I look across the water," she sang gently. She didn't think it mattered what the song was, she just had to sing something to pull Marley out of her dream. By the time she hit the chorus Marley was awake and looking at Santana with fear in her eyes.

"No one can love me," she cried, little tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Why is that sweetheart?" Santana asked kindly.

"Mmm baby s'ut," she hiccuped.

"Okay, first off, I never want to hear that word to describe you, ever again. You are not a slut. You never have been and you never will be one. That is a very not nice word," Santana said slipping between her Mommy and supporter Santana roles. "When you are ready to talk to me about whatever it is you want to talk about, we will sit and talk, in what ever form you are most comfortable in, be it a little girl, or a teenager. The only thing I will tell you right now, and remind you of, every day if I have to, is that Terri was a bully and said and did things to you that were very wrong. Calling you a slut, that was wrong, and it's not true," Santana told her.

"Mommy," she said softly. "Therapy is scary, and not fun, and I don't want to fall down, and I was going to and no one cared. Mama yelled at me, because I was bad, but I was tryin' a tell them I was gonna fall down," she said softly, slipping into a younger state of mind.

"Well, I will tell you these three things because I don't believe in lying to you," Santana said. "But after these three things, the current discussion is over and you and Mommy are going to bed, because we both had long stressful days, deal?" she asked and Marley nodded. "First, yes, therapy is scary and you might fall down. Secondly, we wouldn't let Mr. Joe do anything to hurt you, which I know you know deep down, but have trouble believing when you're scared. Lastly, Mama was just as frustrated with your bad choices as you were with Mr. Joe's choices on therapy, which is why she yelled. "Now, the very very last thing, is that I love you and Mama loves you, and Papa loves you, and now we're going to go to sleep."