It had been a week to the day since Santana had spoken to you. The handprint from your neck had faded until it was unrecognizable and you were tired of trying to get Santana to look your way. Tina had assured you she wouldn't tell anybody, but you couldn't even tell Santana. She stopped answering your texts and calls, she sat on the opposite side of the choir room in glee, and straight up ignored you in general. It was becoming frustrating, so eventually you had just stopped all together. That day after glee, you went to your locker as normal, fished your sweatshirt out of the mess inside, and closed it. This time, behind your locker door was Santana, sending you back in shock.
"Jesus Christ, Santana!"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Oh, now you wanna talk?" You asked her rhetorically. "After you've been ignoring me all week?"
"I'm sorry, I panicked." She apologized as sincerely as she could.
"If you bothered to talk to me, you'd know that Tina promised me she wouldn't tell anybody."
"Well, that's great." She moved her hand to yours, getting it swatted away quickly. "Y/N/N-"
"You avoided me because you were afraid. That's not a good enough reason. I was afraid too. You're not the only one hiding in the closet. And you pushed me away. Maybe it's my turn to do the same."
"What do you mean?"
"We're done, Santana. Don't worry, just keep treating me like you have the past week and nobody will know this difference."
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