This story was inspired by an interview where Heather Morris said [about Naya]: "She has scars all over her body."

I'm writing this as a birthday present for a girl I follow on Tumblr, Nayatrollvera (she's awesome, you should follow her). It's not quite done yet, I'm not sure how long it will be, but I'm thinking probably three or four chapters. This first chapter is super short, more of an intro.

I've been quite busy with school and work, so this is a little more thrown together than I would have liked.. but I'm having a good time writing it and I hope you enjoy. Of course, feedback and/or suggestions are welcome and appreciated :) I will try to get the rest finished and uploaded asap.

Happy Birthday, Nayatrollvera :)

"I love him, too."

Brittany's voice echoed in her head, her words twisting in her gut, as Santana stumbled through the front door of her house, throwing her bag on the floor and stumbling up the steps, the world distorted by the hot, heavy tears she had somehow managed to keep under control through the rest of the school day. She threw herself on her bed, buried her face in her pillow and cried. How could she do this to me, she thought. How could she choose him? How... how could I have been so stupid?

An hour or so later, when the heaving in her stomach subsided and she felt like she could sort of breathe again, Santana rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling. She had never felt so hurt and so numb at the same time. It was an impossible feeling and she didn't know how else to handle it. She mustered up every ounce of strength in her body, pulled herself up off the bed, and changed into an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of fleece pajama shorts. She didn't even have to think, she just moved. Her mind seemingly on auto pilot, she found herself in her bathroom opening the medicine cabinet, dumping her cup full of hair clips and other small random objects that had collected in there into the sink. She stared at the mess until her eyes found what she was looking for. Her prize. The only think that could relieve the tension building up inside her, threatening to explode at any moment.