Title: So Far Gone

Summary: They were friends once, a long time ago. Now it seems that they can't stand the sight of each other. What changed to make Santana Lopez hate Rachel Berry so much? Pezberry friendship, established Brittana (established as in their relationship on the show up until end of S2).

A/N: Okay so this is So Far Gone 2.0. This chapter and the next will be the same as before but after that it will all change and I will do it in a more linear fashion. I am expecting about 8 chapters of the past then picking up from where we leave off here. Hopefully this will make it easier for me to write and for you to read. For those of you who have stuck with it, thank you so much!

!WARNING!: This story will deal with abuse.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did Brittana would have kissed in the first episode…and every episode after that. Un-beta'd so my mistakes are my own…

Glee!

Rachel silently watched the two girls on her couch and wondered how the hell all of this had happened. Santana was asleep, finally, her head resting on Brittany's lap as the blonde ran her fingers soothingly through her long, dark hair and sang Disney songs to her under her breath. Both girls had swollen, puffy faces and red rimmed eyes from crying so much in the past couple of hours. Santana's bottom lip was very bruised and swollen, although it had stopped bleeding now, and a palm shaped red mark was quickly turning into a bruise on her left cheek, her arms were folded around her, seemingly in an attempt to protect herself from the rest of the world. Rachel could see the hand shaped marks on her upper arms and it made her shiver in disgust. She had every reason to hate Santana, for all the crap she had done to her in the past but she didn't. And even if she did hate her, she would never have wished all of this on her. Not in a million years.

Rachel stood and moved toward the kitchen, smiling reassuringly at Brittany when the girl looked up questioningly at her movements. She found her Dads sitting at the breakfast bar, her Daddy, Leroy, looking on in concern as her Dad, Hiram, spoke to someone on the phone.

"Daddy?" Rachel said softly as she neared the two men. Leroy looked up and gave a sad smile, standing and holding out his arms to his daughter. Rachel stepped gratefully into the warm embrace, tucking her head against his chest and listening hard for the soothing sound of his heartbeat.

"We're going to do everything we can, ok baby? We're going to help her," he murmured softly. Leroy wasn't sure who he was trying to convince more; himself or his daughter.

"Well thank you. You've been very helpful and I'll be in touch," Hiram hung up the phone and sighed, a small smile gracing his lips for the briefest second. "Well they're happy for her to stay with us for the time being. There'll be some paperwork to get sorted out tomorrow," he told the other two.

"They won't send her away will they?" Rachel asked hesitantly. "Like to a foster home or something?"

"Well conceivably they could. But, I doubt they will. She has a place to stay where she will be looked after and she'll turn 18 in six weeks anyway so I doubt it'd be worth the time and effort for them to place her," Hiram told her, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"How could all of this happen?"Rachel asked, looking through the doorway to where the two girls still remained in their position on the Berry's couch. She turned to look up at her Dad, her brown eyes wide and sad. "How did it ever come to this?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, Pumpkin," Hiram replied sadly. "Your guess is as good as mine."

Glee

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