Glee Texts

Chapter 10

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Hey guys, I hope you all had a fantabulous week, and as promised here is super long chapter, I'm also really happy because I don't know if you saw but I have a new snazzy cover to this story and the adorable caption up at the top my awesome BFF made! That's all I hope you like this chapter and be sure to vote, comment follow.I still lack the rights to the franchise that is glee because if I did it wouldn't be cancelled.

Trigger warning for self harm, thoughts of suicide or child abuse.

From: Kurt to:Agent Cabe Gallo
Kurt- I never thought I'd say that I miss Santana Lopez, since kindergarten she and Puckerman would bully me. In the third grade she, Puck, Brittany, and Karofsky stuffed me into a dress and locked me in the janitors closet, a joke didn't understand the irony of at the time. Santana made my life a living hell, but one day when some sixth graders came over a started beating me up Santana stood up for me. We've always had sort of a big sister relationship where nobody messes with her little brother, except her! When she joined glee things got more complicated and she started being nice to me as long as she could still call me "lady Hummel". I was bullied almost to death point and she stood up for me along with all my other glee friends. If your looking to find Santana you better hope she wants to be found, because Santana is the kind of person that is so scared of the dark that she'll burn out the light. Thanks for reading this poorly written, long ended memoir, for more be sure to look for more in my book that I hope to release at some point after rocking it on broadway. Entitled "It gets Bette Midler, the life of one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."
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From: Emma to: Agent Cabe Gallo

Emma- I'm a guidance councilor so analyzing students is what I do for living, but this is going to be hard because of how well I know Santana. The first time I encountered Santana was when she was sent to my office because she and Noah Puckerman had stuffed another student who shall remain nameless into a closet. She was only in the third grade at the time, and I was student teaching at her school. She walked in with old ripped clothing and a frame that was far too skinny for anyone besides an Olympic gymnast, however she was stunning even at that age, she had two long French braids rolling down her back and chocolate brown eyes. She walked in and sat down in front of my desk looking at her feet.
"Please don't tell my Papa." She said sounding as though she was on the verge of tears. I didn't know what to say, I had had plenty of crying children in my office before but never had one sounded that genuinely terrified.
"Why don't you want me to tell him, do you feel bad about what you did?" I said looking at her trying to get more information.
"N...no I.. d..don't want him to" she sobbed into her knees. At that moment I knew things were serious.
"You don't want him to what honey?" I said in the calmest most soothing voice I could muster.
"N..nothing." The small girl replied and I ended up letting her off with a warning. However in the years to come I would learn exactly what "nothing" was.
Santana had always been skinny but she started becoming unhealthily thin in around the eighth grade. I called her into my office, suspecting an eating disorder. What I found was much worse, Santana told me that she was just athletic and that she really didn't keep herself from eating. She said she'd show me and so I asked her to eat one of the candies on my desk. She immediately began to inhale the chocolate as though she hadn't eaten in weeks. I had let her go reminding her to take care of her body hoping that she really was just in training to join the cheerios the following year. A year later I was sitting in my house, reading organization magazine when I got a phone call from the local police department saying that Marco Lopez had been arrested on accounts of child abuse as well as sexual harassment and possession of illegal drugs. I felt like the worlds biggest failure, it was my job to catch things like that but I failed. I should have asked her more about what was going on, I should have told others about what she told me but I didn't. I drove to the police station and bailed out a weeping Noah Puckerman for apparently beating Mr. Lopez. Something I couldn't bring myself to mad at him for. The next few years I met with Santana daily, she would talk to me about what had happened, tell me about the Cheerios and her current living situation. Santana went to live with her mother in a much smaller apartment but her mother was later sent to rehab for alcoholism so Santana moved in with her friend Quinn. I haft to apologize because I know the details of what she told me would be very helpful but I'm under a legal oath that I can't repeat what she told me unless she gives me specific clearance to. I really hope you find Santana, thank you for reading this rather long message- Emma Pillsbury
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From: Quinn to: Agent Cabe Gallo