I stumble through the streets of New York. All the pain I was feeling all over. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting away from him. Through the blood that was trickling down my face I could see the familiar glow of the neon sign. I made it up the stairs, and started pounding on the door. I hear footsteps coming from the other side, the door gets open, my eyes are too heavy and I can’t keep them open any longer, and I pass out.
A/N this whole book will be in Santana’s POV unless stated otherwise also this is a link to the spotify playlisy i made for this book
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/65MPz4ZJfA36AdFAywEg1T?si=WKMNzjklRCS3ZsiUo2N9eg
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FanfictionWhat happens when Santana shows up to Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine's loft bloddy and bruised
