So it's been a while, bad case of writer's block. So here's the last chapter. Enjoy.

It's Monday morning and Santana stares listlessly out the front window of Dave's truck as he pulls into the school parking lot. She could tell that Dave was worried but he thankfully kept quiet, until he put the truck in park and turned it off. They sat in silence both watching the other students make their way into the school or hang around and meet up with their friends.

"Do you think it's a good idea to be here today? I mean after yesterday….." Dave trailed off quietly.

She doesn't want to be here but she couldn't stand being at her house and Santana was just glad that Dave's parents were understanding and let her spend the night last night.

Santana sighed before slowly turning to look at him, "No but I can't be at home right now and if you ask me if I'm alright one more time I'm going to punch you."

Dave nods his head and they sit in silence for a few more moments before getting out the truck and heading inside. It wasn't long before the two were intercepted by Jacob and Santana had to stop herself from groaning out loud.

"So, word on the street is that Jeremy was forcibly transferred for fear of his life and that you, Santana, were the last to see him. Care to make a comment?" Jacob asked as he openly leered at her chest.

Santana sneered in disgust, "Get out of my way you little creep. Go sniff for a story elsewhere."

Jacob stepped back slightly in fear but was determined to get his story, "Just one little comment –" He wasn't able to finish before Dave picked him up by the shirt.

"She said to leave her alone and I suggest you do that before I introduce my fist to your face." Dave dropped the terrified boy and watch as he ran down the hall in fear.

Santana looked at Dave for a moment in awe at the difference between Dave and Karofsky. This was the person she was used to seeing; the one who stuffed people in locker and threw slushies. It made her smile that she got to see a side of him that he clearly didn't show to just anyone.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, thanks." They both continued down the hallway and Santana was momentarily distracted by seeing Brittany making her way towards her. She'd hardly ever seen the blonde look so determined in her life. Santana knew that Brittany was coming to talk to her and didn't know if she was ready for that confrontation. But before she could decide Quinn came and stopped Brittany, who looked torn between talking to Quinn and making her way to Santana.

Santana was going to walk the rest of the way to Brittany before she was stopped by Finn.

"Move out the way Frankenteen." Santana sneered, annoyed at once again being interrupted. Finn looked behind him briefly before turning around and throwing a slushie in her face.

Santana stood frozen for a moment as the cold sent a shock to her system before she realized that Finn and Dave were fighting at her feet. Part of her wanted them to stop so that Dave wouldn't get in trouble but the other part of her was glad that Finn was getting his face punched in. Santana numbly looked around and noticed that Brittany and Quinn were nowhere to be seen. Before she could think on it further a teacher came out and broke up the fight, dragging Dave and Finn with him to the principal's office. Santana sighed and made her way to the bathroom to clean up.

Santana spent the day in a haze. Without Dave to distract her, the events from the past few days continued to swirl around in her head. She was a little pissed that today of all days was the one Figgins decided to put his foot down and enforce the rules. Santana was just grateful that it was lunch time and she didn't have to put up a front of paying attention in class or deal with teachers' stupid questions.

Santana hurries down the hall towards the cafeteria determined to not be caught by the many people trying to slushie her.

"My growing disappointment with you continues to astound me."

Santana stops in the middle of the hallway and silently groans. Why couldn't someone have just slushied her? Turning she spots Sue Sylvester stalking towards her from the end of the hall.

"Coach."

"Don't 'coach' me. Did you really think that I wouldn't find out about Brittany almost quitting the cheerios. One simple thing I ask and you let Quinn do a better job than you." Sue starts and Santana's shoulders sag. She really didn't need this right now.

"I knew there was a reason why I always overlooked you as my head cheerio. No initiative. I thought I could at least count on your unwavering loyalty but I see that even that was too much to ask." Sue continued to rant and Santana could feel herself becoming more and more frustrated. She really did not need this. She was tired, hungry, and the last thing she wanted to do was sit here and listen to Sue Sylvester lecture her on things that she didn't even know about. It was all too much and she snapped.

"Stop! Just stop! It's not my fault! I didn't do anything and I'm tired of everyone blaming me! What about my feelings? I'm not some sort of robot I have feelings too. I'm hurting too. Leave me alone!"

It was deathly silent in the hall as they both stared each other down. Slowly a smile formed upon Sue's face and Santana did not like the chill that ran down her spine.

Those extra pages existed and they were truly horrible pieces of paper. She went pass tired a few minutes into her new routine and now all she felt was pain. Sue was having none of it though, not even when she fell down for the third time and burst into tears, she was just told to get her bony ass back up and the counting began anew. Santana was sure she was on the verge of collapsing before her personal hell was interrupted by the gym door opening and a gasp was heard. Looking up Santana saw Brittany standing there staring back in horror at what she was seeing.

"Take a break Lopez." Sue said before walking over to her. Leaning close to her ear she whispered, "Fix this now or I don't care if you make up with her later you'll be doing this routine for the rest of your high school career."

Sue walked away and left the two girls in the gym alone. Santana turned and looked back at Brittany before looking away again and starting towards the bleachers. She only made it three steps before her body gave out and she fell for the fourth time. Before she could begin to struggle and get up Santana found herself being lifted and carried to the bleachers. Once placed Brittany took her seat next to her.

Santana hated the awkward silence that settled between them but she couldn't bring herself to speak first. Finally after a few minutes of fidgeting Brittany broke the silence.

"I've been looking for you all day." Santana looked at her from the corner of her eye but otherwise said nothing.

"I miss hanging out with you." She could see Brittany waiting for her to respond but Santana was kind of annoyed. Brittany missed hanging out? Tough, she should've thought about that before she broke off their friendship.

"Santana I-"

"Why are you here Brittany?" Santana cut her off.

"I just told you. I missed-"

"No, you don't get to miss us hanging out. You stopped being my friend."

"I thought that was what you wanted." Brittany said quietly and it made Santana stop in her tracks.

"What?"

"That night when we had that fight, you said you didn't want to do what we were doing anymore. But all we were was friends so I thought you didn't want to be friends anymore." Brittany stated quietly.

Santana stared at her with her mouth open in shock. Trust Brittany to make weird logic connections like that. Of course sleeping with your best friend is something that is completely normal for her and she wouldn't even think that that was what Santana wanted to stop doing.

"Santana?" Brittany questioned causing Santana to awaken from her musing.

"Brit I didn't want us to stop being friends I wanted us to stop sleeping together."

"Oh. So we're still friends?"

Santana chuckled, "Yeah Britt we're still friends."

Brittany's face lit up with happiness as she giggled and moved to hug Santana but stopped when Santana moved out of her embrace.

"San what's wrong?"

Santana swallowed and turned to face Brittany fully, "Brit you broke my heart that night I just need space. We can still be friends but I need time to get over you, plus with all the other things going on in my life and glee club being bitches- wait, how come you didn't stop them?"

"Stop who?"

"What? Brittany the entire glee club has been slushying me and giving me the silent treatment for a week now." Brittany's eyes widened in shock and it was then that Santana realized that the gleeks had did all of this without her knowledge.

Santana spent the next few minutes telling her exactly what has been going on in her life for the past week and even she had swallow down her fear when a dark look passed over Brittany's face. When she finished Brittany stood up and Santana had never seen Brittany look so angry.

"Brittany?" Santana questioned quietly.

"I'm very upset with them right now. I was wondering why everyone suddenly wanted to walk me to class and kept taking weird routes every time they saw you in the hall but I thought it was just because I was sad and we weren't talking, but for them to actually… I can't even." Brittany frowned before heading out of the gym.

"Brittany where are you going?" Santana shouted after her.

"To give those bitches a piece of my mind. Nobody treats you like that especially behind my back." Brittany replied before leaving the gym.

Santana tried to follow Brittany to the choir room, she really did but her body wasn't willing to cooperate. She was a bit disappointed to not see Brittany bitch the glee club out but Santana knew it was epic when she saw Tina run out of the room in tears.

Standing in the doorway, Santana was met with an eerie silence as everyone was afraid to move in order to not further upset an already pissed Brittany. There was an awkwardness that settled in as Santana slowly, with the help of Brittany, made her way to her seat. After a few tense moments Mr. Shue cleared his throat and tried to move the meeting on.

After glee Brittany left to collect her and Santana's things so that she could take Santana home considering her ride was suspended. Sighing and sinking lower in her seat, Santana noticed that none of the gleeks really left and were currently staring at her.

"What?" Santana snapped. They all grumbled out an apology which caused Santana to roll her eyes.

"Wow way to sound like you mean it."

"Look you may have made up with Brittany and gotten her to stick up for you but don't think we forgot what you did." Quinn stated while some nodded in agreement.

"And what was that exactly? What did I do?"Santana asked and smirked when she was met with silence from all of them.

Santana leaned forward in her seat, "How about next time you decide to jump in someone else's business you get all your facts straight first."

It was silent for a few moments before Kurt spoke.

"Okay so you have a point but could you at least tell us what this was all about?"

Santana internally groaned; of course their nosey asses would want to know. Santana didn't know what to would be better; blow them off and have them constantly hound her for answers of to go through the painful process of repeating things yet again. Really, why the hell couldn't people all be in the same place so she wouldn't have to repeat herself all the time? Santana sighed and decided to get it over with as quick as possible.

"She doesn't love me back. Happy? I'm in love with my best friend and she doesn't love me back."

There was a moment of silence as they absorbed the information.

"Wait, you're gay?" Puck asked as his jaw dropped in shock.

Santana sighed, "Yeah."

The reactions were instant and they ranged from shocked, confused, uncomfortable, and in Puck's case, a lewd smile. Santana scoffed, it figures some people are comfortable with gay people until they realize said gay person could potentially be attracted to them. Whatever at least Kurt looked happy, probably because he was no longer the only out gay at this school. Santana saw that Brittany was waiting for her, got up to meet her, and they both left without another word.

During the ride home the silence between the two was awkward and Santana hated it but she couldn't bring herself to break the silence. Instead they quietly sang along with the radio the entire way.

Santana walks up the driveway and waves goodbye to Brittany before entering her house. On her way to her room she notices her father sitting in the family room looking forlornly at his drink. Santana briefly wondered why he was home but didn't really care enough to ask. Before she could mover her father looks up and spots her.

"Santana you're home." He says sounding relieved.

Santana could tell that he was worried, probably because she didn't come home last night, but she could still see the briefest hint of awkwardness and disgust on his face and that gave her the power to move. Santana turned away and started up the stairs to her room, she could hear her father following after her.

"Santana wait." He said while trying to catch up but she continued to ignore him.

"Santana!" He yelled. Santana stopped at the top of the stairs and spun around to face him.

"What? What is it that you could possibly say to make up for yesterday?"

"I know the things I said yesterday were horrible," Santana rolled her eyes and started to turn.

"Just hear me out Santana. What I said was horrible but you caught me off guard what was I supposed to do?" He pleaded. Santana turned to face him once again.

"Really? What were you supposed to do? How about loving and accepting me! How about not making me feel like I'm some sort of freak!"

Santana took a calming breath, looking at the guilt and remorse on her father's face, before continuing in a quieter voice, "You hurt me. You deliberately said hateful things to hurt me and even now I can tell that I disgust you."

"I'm sorry Santana. Everything I was raised to believe tells me that this is wrong." Santana hastily wipes away the tears that spilled as her father continues.

"But when you didn't come home last night I was so worried, it made me realize that you're still my daughter, the little girl that I raised and loved, and I'm willing to try. I'm willing to try and accept this." He finished while motioning to all of her.

Santana stood quietly taking it all in. It was too much. All the things her father said yesterday and just now floated around in her head in a never ending cycle. She was upset with him, she was physically and emotionally exhausted and it was just too much to handle right now.

"Santana please say something." He said quietly. Santana snapped out of her thoughts and focused back on her father.

"I-I can't forgive you, it hurts too much right now and a simple 'I'm sorry' isn't going to change things." Santana watched her father's shoulders sag at her words.

"I'm not saying I'll never forgive you but you're going to have to do a lot more than be willing to try."

Her father looked up before nodding in understanding. Santana gave him a small smile before heading to her room and closing the door. Lying on her bed, listening to her father move around downstairs, Santana wondered if things would ever get better. She cuddled one of her teddy bears and decided to have hope.