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SANTANA'S POV

"San! You're here!" She said as she took me in her arms as if her life depended on it. "I was so worried..." I put my head in her neck closing my eyes tightly. I want to forget this day.

"Where have you been, what happened to you?!" Screams a man's voice, I assume it's Blaine's boyfriend.

"Sorry baby I didn't have my phone anymore..." Blaine replies.

"That doesn't explain why you wear a neck brace!" Wait, that voice sounds familiar. I'm sure I've heard it somewhere before.

"Where were you, San...? I came home and everything was in ruins..." Quinn said to me, lifting her head and looking me in the eye. There was so much sadness and concern in her expression. "Noah was there..."

"He touched you?!" I yell as both boys stop talking. "I swear if-"

"No! But he threatened me. San please don't stay with him anymore, that man is crazy."

"Santana?" I look up. "Like Santana Lopez?" I then put my eyes on Blaine's boyfriend for the first time.

"Porcelain?!" He rolls his eyes and for the first time since the incident, a smile comes to my lips.

"Do you know each other?" Asks my blonde's best friend, who by the way is still in my arms.

"We were in the same high school. We were friends but Santana didn't take it on because she was the popular type and we weren't." I slowly pull myself away from Quinn's arms and walk towards him.

"Oh shut up and come over here." We hugged, like friends who haven't seen each other after so many years. After all, that's what we are. "I missed you."

"It's not like we tried to contact you with Mercedes. You left overnight, silly."

"I'm sorry." I said as I pulled back from the embrace.

"You have a lot to tell me." He smiles at me.

"Um, okay. Can someone please explain to me why Blaine is all banged up, and why you're coming home now, and why my apartment is ruined, and that sick fuck was in my appartment-"

"Calm down, angel." I come into her arms again.

"Let's sit down quietly." Says Blaine. This is where we told them everything. When we arrived, Blaine had given Kurt a very brief summary, but now he and I were telling the details. Quinn was pissed off at the thing that is my husband. Kurt too.

"I can't believe Puck did this. He was so in love with you in high school." At this remark from Kurt, I look at the woman beside me. I'm so glad she didn't run away from me after that, that despite that, she continues to stay with me. "Sweetheart, you should go file a complaint. You too, Santana."

"We can't."

"Why?" Quinn asks, angrily. It's her first word in an hour of explanation.

"Because... we just can't." I say again, looking at the ground.

"What the hell, Santana. Are you stupid or what?!" She stands up suddenly, my eyes, and those of the boys, open wide, full of surprise. "I know he's your husband, but it's not your choice whether Blaine files a complaint or not! He fucking hit him!"

"He also hit Santana-" At these words, my eyes open wide at Blaine, who gasps at him in despair. He had just made a big mistake telling Kurt. Quinn looks at me confused. "I mean-"

"He what?" Asks my blonde.

"Nothing, it's because Kurt and I haven't seen each other since Noah got me pregnant." I'm trying to make up for it.

"Don't lie to me Santana. Did that fucking asshole hit you?" The room is very quiet. After a few minutes, she sits down with a sigh. "How many times?" She asks again.

"Not many..."

"Look at me." She said as she took my hand. I look up and notice that the boys were no longer in the living room. I look all around us except in her beautiful hazel eyes. As for my eyes, I could feel them watering. "San... Please talk to me." She put her other hand on my cheek so I would look her straight in the eye. How beautiful she is.

"I love you so much." I said before putting my head in her neck and crying softly. "I love you like I've never loved before. You and Marcos represent my whole life, without you I'm just a piece of shit. I don't even know how you want me."

"Stop saying that, sweetheart. I love you more than anything in this world. I love you because I love you, that's all." This woman is amazing. "I want to be in that asshole's shoes and spend the rest of my life with you. Just you and me. And Marcos of course." I feel her laughing softly.

"We could form a new happy family." I said, raising my head.

"Until he goes off to college. After that, it would be just you and me." She said, winking at me and kissing me softly. "Je t'aime tellement."

"We'll go to France as lovers." But my smile falls immediately when I remember the reality. "But first I have to get a divorce."

"We'll get there, sweetheart. Step by step."

"Step by step," Blaine sings as he walks back into the room with Kurt at his side.

"Bit by bit," Porcelain add.

"Come on let's go for another show!" Quinn laughs beside me. "They always do it to us, don't worry." I laugh at this in turn.

"Stone by stone (yeah),
brick by brick (oh, yeah)
Step by step,
day by day,
mile by mile (ooh, ooh, ooh)

And this old road is rough and ruined
So many dangers along the way
So many burdens might fall upon me
So many troubles that I have to face"

And now we all start singing together. I would like to be happy like this all my life, without being afraid to get close to someone and that my husband will reproach me. And especially not to have any repercussions behind it. To have a social life.