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Santana's POV

"Fuck." I moaned as I calmed down from my orgasm.

Brittany lifted her head from under the cover.

She hovered over me and kissed me deeply.

She smiled at me, "God you're beautiful."

I felt myself blushing, I love when she's like this, when she makes me feel loved.

I looked away and she turned my head back towards her, "Don't. I love looking at you."

Looking at her I saw pure love and adoration. This is why I never left her, I know no one else will love me the way she does.

She kissed my cheek and laid down beside me before wrapping her arms around me.

"I'm so lucky."

"Me too." I said quietly.

"I wanna marry you someday." She blurted out.

Suddenly all the happiness I was feeling in that moment went away.

Images of Brittany and I being married and I instantly had a panic attack.

I sat straight up in the bed, "Oh?"

She sat up with me, "Yeah you love me and I love you right?"

I nodded "Yeah but don't you think we're too young."

"Well we don't have to jump right in but one day we can do it. I want everything with you Santana, a life, kids.."

My heart was beating out of my chest, Brittany's abuse hasn't got any better and if she continued it into the time we got married AND had kids...I don't think I could make it that far.

"Don't you want that with me too?" She asked.

I took a deep breath, "Yes of course." I lied. Of course I didn't want her to be able to abuse me my whole life.

She smiled and kissed me before going down on me for the second time that day.

"Come on Brittany, admit it."

The blue eyed girl rolled her eyes at Quinn. "We're not."

"Not what?" Santana asked as she walked inside the locker room.

Quinn turned towards her, "Are you guys dating?"

Santana looked nervous, "Uh.."

"We're not." Brittany shrugged.

"Guys. Come on, I thought we were all friends, you can trust me."

Brittany crossed her arms stubbornly and Santana looked anywhere but them.

"Fine. If you guys aren't dating I'm sure you wouldn't mind me asking Santana out." Quinn said jokingly.

Brittany looked at her shocked, "Uh.."

Santana looked confused.

"Fine. Fine we're dating." Brittany admitted.

Quinn chuckled, "See was that so hard? And don't worry I'm not into lady parts anyway."

SANTANA'S POV

I don't want to be here.

The old me loved parties, and everything about them. I went to them often when we were sophomores.

Now, I only wanted to desperately leave, I felt uncomfortable.

Brittany had her arm around me possessively as we walked inside of Puck's house.

"Yo Brittany, what's up!" It was Mike, one of her good friends.

"Hey bro, what's up?"

"Nothing much, hey San."

"Hi." I said softly.

"You guys wanna sit with us around the pool table? By us I mean Tina and I."

I felt Brittany tense up at the mention of Tina.

She's apparently not over the time she texted me, though there was literally nothing to be worried about in that regard.

"Uh, maybe later we're just gonna hang around for a few."

If Mike noticed a change in her demeanor he didn't mention it. "Alright, see you guys later."

He fist bumped Brittany before walking off.

We walked to the pool table where the majority of people were.

"Hey Brittany!" Finn yelled.

"Hey Hudson." Brittany said.

"Wanna play?"

"Uh, maybe next round."

"Alright, hey Santana." He smiled at me.

"Hi."

We watched the guys play pool for a while before Brittany pulled me closer and whispered in my ear.

"Look like you're enjoying yourself or I'll make sure you're not."

I nodded quickly and did my best to put on a good face.

QUINN'S POV

I wasn't going to drink tonight but I needed one or two.

I saw Brittany and Santana over by the pool table.

She whispered something into Santana's ear, and whatever she said it scared her, it was written all over her face.

I hate Brittany. I hate her. I hate myself more for not noticing what was going on sooner.

I want to help Santana, I do. I can't do that without some sort of proof.

I couldn't think about this right now, so I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of vodka.

I downed it in one go.

I coughed as I felt the liquor burning my throat.

I sighed and wiped my mouth.

I walked around Puck's house for a few minutes, stopping a few times to talk to some people I knew.

I sat on the stairs and got onto my phone. My mom had texted me to check on me.

I texted her back that I was fine.

She was probably as drunk as I was right now.

"Fabray what are you doing here all alone?"

I knew that voice.

"Hey Jesse."

He smiled, "Need some company?"

I stood up, "If by company you mean sex then no."

"Oh n-no I wasn't-"

"You were and it's okay. Maybe some other time when I'm not drunk."

He nodded, "I'll hold you to that." He winked before walking off.

I went into the living room and stopped when I saw Santana standing alone.

Apparently some people decided to go outside to play beer pong.

I walked over to her stumbling a little. "Hey."

Now that I was closer to her I got a better look at her outfit.

She was wearing a strapless red dress that went just above her knees with a black leather jacket.

It looked really nice on her.

I've always known Santana was beautiful but tonight I was seeing her in a different light.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was something deeper but I found her attractive.

I've never really been able to put a label on my sexuality.

I may have looked a little too long at a few girls, and maybe thought about kissing some.

I don't know though, I guess I've never really been with a girl so I wouldn't know.

She looked at me, then to the crowd outside and back to me. "Hi."

"You look great."

"Thanks." She looked at me, "You look great too."

"Thanks, where's Brittany."

I didn't miss how she tensed up at the mention of her, "Outside."

We were silent for a few minutes, it wasn't uncomfortable.

"Santana."

She looked up at me, "Yeah?"

"You know all I ever wanted to do was help you, right?"

She looked around to make sure no one heard me, I knew she probably didn't want me to talk about it again but I was drunk and was just word vomiting.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay, I just want you to know I'm here for you, I know I haven't been for these past two years but I never stopped caring about you." I spoke honestly.

She looked at me, really looked at me and I stepped closer to her.

She backed up and I gently pulled her closer to me, "I've always cared about you Santana and I just want you to be okay."

Being so close to her I noticed her chocolate brown eyes, they were so beautiful.

"Are you?" I asked, "Okay?"

She nodded.

"You're stunning." I took her hand in mine, I expected her to pull away but she didn't.

The word vomit was getting worse.

"God, why did Brittany get to you first?" I surprised her and myself as well.

I don't even know why I said that, I never liked Santana like that in the past.

I don't think I like her that way now. I hope I don't.

SANTANA'S POV

I froze, what did she mean by that?

I was hoping I didn't hear her correctly.

A million thoughts were running through my head, none good.

Before I could ask her what she meant I heard a throat being cleared from behind us.

We looked at the same time, in that moment I wanted to die.

"Having fun?" Brittany asked menacingly, I could tell she was beyond drunk.

Quinn immediately moved her hand "I'll see you Santana."

Brittany got in front of her before she could walk away.

"You just can't stay away from her can you?"

"We were just talking."

"I'm sure you were."

The two of them glared at on another, "I was giving her company because you left her alone."

"That's not your fucking job."

"Would you chill the fuck out? I was just talking to her."

"About what?"

"None of your business. She's your girlfriend not your puppet."

"Stay away from her. This is the last time I'm going to say it."

"I'm not scared of you."

"I'll gladly give you a reason to be."

They were quickly getting the attention of some people who were in the house.

Quinn looked around and back at Brittany. She didn't say anything as she walked away bumping Brittany's shoulder on the way.

Brittany stumbled over to me, I could tell she was keeping her emotions in check because we were in public.

She was silent as she dragged me out of the house.

She opened the passenger door and shoved me in before getting in the drivers seat.

"Brittany I don't think you should drive."

She looked at me, "Shut up."

She was incredibly drunk and I knew this could end badly.

"Please Britt, let me just-"

"I said shut up Santana!" She shouted causing me to jump.

She started the car, "I'm fucking fine." She slurred. "So fucking fine."

She began driving, she only lived about five minutes from Puck's house but that didn't ease my worrying at all.

"Britt-"

She sped up her driving, "Santana I don't want to hear another fucking word from you."

She drove outside of the line and ran a few red lights. I just kept hoping she wouldn't swerve into anyone or anything.

We made it to her house and she parked the car, "Get out."

I eyed her neighbors house, I could quickly run over there and ask for help, because I knew what was coming the second we went inside.

"Don't even fucking think about it."

I followed her to her house, she missed the keyhole a few times before unlocking her door.

She pulled me inside and shut and locked the door.

She threw her keys on the floor before taking her jacket off.

At this point I was shaking uncontrollably, fear took over my entire body as I backed up from her.

"I don't even know what to say."

She ran her hands through her hair, "I love you so fucking much Santana, I don't want to hurt you, I try and I try to not hurt you and then you go and do dumb shit."

I felt the tears running down my cheeks.

"Stop crying I haven't done anything!"

I jumped back but couldn't stop my tears.

"I'm no idiot. I saw how you looked at her and I saw how she looked at you. She was holding your god damn hand for fucks sake!"

I wanted to deny everything she was saying, but saying anything in this moment would only anger her more so I stayed silent.

"You're such a fucking whore."

In a flash she was right in front of me and she slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor.

"Why am I even with you?"

I looked up at her and saw her rolling her sleeves up.

I backed up quickly as she followed me, she chuckled.

"I hope you aren't scared, surely you knew this was coming baby."

She leaned down then balled up her fist and swung right on the side of my face.

The pain was almost unbearable, I'm sure it almost knocked me out.

The next thing I knew she punched me again..then again...and again.

She's never hit my face this many times before.

Blood started pouring from my mouth as I groaned in pain.

She punched me once more before standing up.

"It didn't have to be like this."

She kicked me in my stomach causing me to whimper because of the force.

"I didn't want it to be like this. I didn't."

I looked up at her and she was just staring at me, nothing was behind her eyes, not that I expected anything to be there.

Her fists were bloody and still balled up.

"You turned me into this Santana. It's all your fucking fault!"

"I didn't do that." I managed to get out while blood was still in my mouth.

She kicked me again, "Shut up!"

I grunted and held the side of my stomach.

"What is it huh? What does she have that pulls you to her? Hopefully you don't think she's gonna be better than me, because trust me darling the second she fucks you that's all she's gonna see that you're good for."

She was right, I couldn't deny that, Im not a good girlfriend I didn't have that mayn't good qualities. "Im sorry I'm sorry."

"What did she say?"

"What?" I asked genuinely confused.

"What was she saying to you before I came over?"

I couldn't tell her, I wouldn't. "I don't r-remember."

She laughed, like really laughed and it terrified me, "You don't remember?" She nodded and shook her head, "Okay."

She grabbed me by my shirt and punched me in my face twice in turn causing my nose to bleed, "What did she say Santana?"

I coughed up blood, "I don't..I don't remember."

She never goes for my face because she knows that's the most visible spot on my body but tonight she didn't care tonight, there was nothing but rage in her.

"Now you're protecting her unbelievable."

She pulled me to stand up before slamming my head into the wall with a horrifyingly force.

I fell down and my vision got blurry once more.

"Fuck!" I heard her shout, she was silent for a few minutes.

I heard her footsteps receding and I hoped that she just went to her room and left me alone but she came back a few minutes later with a wet rag.

She sat me up against the wall and leaned down in front of me.

She cleaned the blood off my face with the rag "I love you."

No. No this wasn't love, it couldn't be. Love isn't supposed to hurt like this, love isn't supposed to come with the price of getting beat up because of someone doing something wrong, love isn't...love isn't abuse.

I looked away from her, "I love you too."

I didn't know where all the blood was coming from on my face but I assumed I'd have a lot of scars tomorrow.

She cleaned the blood from my nose "This didn't have to happen, I told you to stay away from her didn't I? If only you listened to me I wouldn't have had to do this."

"I'm sorry."

She didn't say anything as she continued cleaning up the blood from my face.

She held my chin and kissed me softly, and I kissed back.

She pulled away and looked at me once more before standing up.

She left without saying a word.

I tried to stand up but my entire body felt like it was screaming to stop. My chest was burning and I could feel my face starting to swell.

I just laid my head on the floor and curled up into a ball, I drifted off shortly after.

When I woke up I was in Brittany's bed, but she wasn't with me.

I blinked as the sun shined in my face.

I sat up and immediately regretted it, my head was pounding and my body was incredibly sore.

I reached up to touch my face and felt the puffiness on my eye.

I stretched my sore muscles as I got my eyes adjusted to the light.

I slowly made my way to the bathroom to inspect myself.

I became sick at the sight of myself.

My right eye was swollen and turning purple, I had a bruise on the bridge of my nose and an even bigger bruise on my cheek.

How the hell was I gonna hide this? No amount of makeup could do so.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped and turned towards the door, Brittany was standing there staring at me.

"Nothing."

"Come here."

I walked over to her looking at the floor.

"You fell down the stairs."

I was confused before realizing it's what she wanted me to say as an excuse for my face.

"You fell down the stairs." She repeated louder.

I nodded.

"What happened?"

"I f-fell down the stairs."

"Good girl. I'm gonna take you home, go wait downstairs for me."

I nodded and walked down, when I reached the living room I heard a door slam, the front door.

I turned around and saw her dad, he saw me and stopped in his tracks.

"Santana?"

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