Perfect for Me

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TW// Mentions of abuse and blood

*Two weeks later*

I arrived at my house at around five o'clock after cheerios practice. Quinn had insisted on coming inside after dropping me off, despite me telling her that I was fine. Damn that girl was persistent. I did eventually convince her to take her ass home. I thought that she was never going to leave.

As I approached the house, I could tell that something was off. Nevertheless, I walked into the house and silently shut the door behind me. The first thing I noticed was a note by the door from my mother. It said:

"Staying late at work tonight. There's some casserole in the fridge. XO, Mom."

I sighed as I set the note down. This was a normal occurrence in the Lopez household. I don't remember the last time we sat down and ate a warm meal together. Mom was always working and who knows where my dad was. I hadn't seen him since my tenth birthday.

I walked into the kitchen to find the casserole that my mother prepared with some handwritten instructions sitting beside it. If anything, she was a fantastic cook. I turned around to put the dish in the oven, being met with a very drunk Noah Puckerman. You could smell the alcohol on his breath from across the room. I realized that I had never actually seen Noah drunk. I was scared. No. Scared would be an understatement. I was mortified.

"You're late," He slurred, anger in his voice as he stumbled over to me.

I found myself taking a step back, my back now against the door.

"Puck, you're drunk. Please just leave and we can talk about whatever is on your mind while you're sober," I said, trying to hide the shaking from my voice. He laughed as if I was joking.

"You're not going anywhere, Santana," He began as he walked towards me, clenching his fists as he grew more and more frustrated, "I'm going to make you pay."

Next thing I knew I was on the floor. I felt the heat rising to my cheek. Puck had punched me. The man I once loved with every ounce of my being hit me. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. When I looked in his eyes, I no longer saw the man that I married. I was faced with a man that I no longer recognized.

Time felt like it had stopped. Minutes felt like hours as Puck continued to hit me. After what felt like an eternity, he finally walked away. I felt blood dripping from my nose and my eye felt puffy. I couldn't tell if it was from him hitting me or if it was because I hadn't stopped crying since I entered the damn kitchen.

I mustered up all my strength to walk out of the kitchen. I locked myself in the nearest bathroom and called Quinn. As I waited for Quinn to pick up the phone, I realized that I had lost. Puck had gotten what he wanted.

The only thing that I'm walking away with after our relationship is a child. A child that will grow up without a father. He gets to move on and live his life with that little dwarf, while I try to raise our child on my own. I couldn't help but feel defeated.

I pushed the thoughts flooding my mind aside as I finally heard Quinn pick up the phone. I tried to push my emotions away, so that she wouldn't know that I was crying.

"Hey, San!" She said with a giggle, "Miss me already?"

"Quinn, I need help," I sniffled as the house suddenly got quiet.

"Santana, what's going on?" Quinn asked, concern now growing in her voice.

"P-Puck broke into the house," I sniffled, "He hurt me pretty bad and I'm really scared. H-He's drunk and I didn't know who else to call."

"San, just calm down," she said softly, trying to be comforting, "I can be there in five minutes? Are you somewhere safe where he can't get to you?"

"I'm hiding in the bathroom," I sniffed, "I think he might have left"

"Just please stay put until I get there," she rushed out, "I don't want him to hurt you anymore that he already has."

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It felt like time had stopped as I waited for Quinn to get to my house. Everything was so eerily quiet, which only made me feel more uneasy.

All of a sudden, I heard the door open. The noise got closer and closer. I was too scared to even move. What if Puck found my hiding spot? What if he hurts me? What if he-

"San?" I heard someone familiar call my name. "San?" Their voice grew louder and louder until I recognized it. It was Quinn.

"In here!" I tried to yell as loud as I could. I'm guessing she heard me, because I heard her fiddle with the bathroom doorknob.

"Let me in, San, It's Q." I got up from my previous position and unlocked the door. As soon as it opened, I pulled Quinn into a tight hug, and let out a few sobs.

"It's okay, I promise." She said with a calming tone as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"W-What if he comes back, Q? What am I gonna do?" I cried out into her arms. I felt guilty because I was getting the blood from my nose all over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, I've got you. I'm not afraid to kill a bitch, either." Quinn stated, in a more serious tone. My eyes widened. "Don't, please. I don't want you getting hurt, and for something I caused." I said, as I rested my face on Quinn's shoulder. But she pulled me out of our hug.

"San, look at me," She ordered, and I turned my gaze to look in her eyes. "This is not your fault." I parted my lips and got ready to protest, but Quinn cut me off. "Don't. Never blame yourself for his poor and awful actions. You know damn well you didn't deserve his treatment." I didn't try to speak this time, knowing that if I did, she'd cut me off again, and I know I wouldn't win.

"Now, am I clear?" Quinn asked, practically forcing me to nod my head. I hated to admit it, but I knew she was right. She knew I was probably in another trail of thoughts, so she wrapped her arms around me, giving me another hug.

I took a moment to try and assess my injuries. A black eye, a broken nose, and I wouldn't be surprised if my arm was broken. I think he might have stomped on my arm.

"I'm taking you to the hospital," Quinn stated, picking me up. She was small, but damn was she strong. There was no point in trying to fight against her. I was too drained both mentally and physically to even care. Yet there was only one thought in mind as Quinn sped off toward the nearest hospital: What if he hurt my baby?