Author Note: Well this is my first proper attempt at a Glee story and it's a Pezberry, no less! I've read a heck of a lot of Glee stories since i became obsessed with it a few months ago, as you can probably tell if you look at my favourites, but i've never really felt confident enough to write a story for this Fandom since there are so many awesome writers out there and there's no way in hell i could keep up with their level of awesomeness.

So this is my attempt, i hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i have enjoyed writing it =)

I want to thank GreenEyedDame, o0IKissedAGirl0o, YourFairyGodfather, animatedbrowneyes, BlissfulCloud, FaberryAchelefan16, YourGleek, dopedupdawl, Stessa, ohmyklaine, Brody Dean and many many more for the absolutely awesome stories that you've written that have inspired me and led me to write my own =) you guys are all so amazing and i'm completely jealous of your talent. Keep it up =)

I also want to say an absolutely massive thank you to my friend, Becca who braved my awful, illegible handwriting to read the 100 and something pages i have written so far. Even though she laughed her head off at the stupid grammar mistakes i made, i still love her and am glad she has the rare gift of actually being able to decipher my writing. A thank you goes out to annabre94, for being the most amazing person i've met in a long time. You rock, dude, thanks for keeping me entertained and for being so enthusiastic about this story, even though you've seen hardly any Glee (i know, i'm working on it!) Anywho, my strange American friend, keep being awesomely you and we shall get along fine =)

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, it really does suck cos if i did, season 2 woulda ended with a bang Brittana-style and Finn and Jesse would have been tarred, feathered and hung from the roof by their ankles by one Sue Sylvester XD

Chapter One - Don't Hold Your Breath

It started with a song, like it always does in Glee. But this time was different from all the rest. Not because it came out of nowhere and knocked them all for six, because that seemed to be a regular occurrence in a club full of completely opposite, miss matched people such as themselves. It was different because of who sang it.

Santana hadn't stood up in front of the club and just sung for… well, longer than most of them could remember. She had been different lately, everyone could see it. Even the least observant amongst them, like Finn and Mr. Schue, noticed. But no one dare comment for fear of death by royally pissed Latina. When it first started no one really took all that much notice, figuring it was 'that time of the month' or Santana being Santana. As the weeks went by though and nothing changed, the Glee kids started to worry.

Santana was a bitch. Plain and simple. She did what she wanted, said what she wanted and would step on anyone to get what she wanted. She was smart mouthed, big headed and a general, all round bad ass. The Glee club had come to accept that about her, even love it a little. It was who she was and Glee was all about being yourself and accepting others.

And now that Santana had changed, they all missed the old her. They missed the insults, the banter, the comedy and the cold, hard truth that was Santana Lopez. The Glee kids had questioned Quinn and Brittany about it but all they could do was exchange glances, hang their heads and shrug. The truth be told, they both knew what was wrong with their friend but could do nothing to fix it. Quinn didn't know how to handle it and Brittany had been the one to start it. They'd tried; they'd tried their hardest to reach out to her and to help her, but at the end of the day, they were the ones who'd hurt her the most.

Don't hold your breath,
You can't touch me now, there's no feeling left,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath,
What you did to me, boy, I can't forget,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.

Santana had wanted a song to show them all exactly how she was feeling. She wasn't very good with feelings but now, she just didn't care anymore. She wanted them to see how much they'd hurt her, every single fuckin' one of them.

I was under your spell for such a long time, couldn't break the chains,
You played with my heart, tore me apart with all your lies and games.
It took all the strength I had, but I crawled up on my feet again,
Now you're trying to lure me back, but know those days are gone my friend.
I loved you so much that I thought someday that you could change,
But all you brought me was a heart full of pain.

Especially her so-called best friends. It had always been the three of them, all through school, always together. They were meant to have each other's backs and they had, until those stupid Glee freaks got involved, then everything went to hell. Things changed, slowly at first, but soon enough the three of them were so far apart they had to use binoculars to see each other.

You can't touch me now, there's no feeling left,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.
What you did to me, boy, I can't forget
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.
Don't hold your breath.

Santana had to work twice as hard to keep her reputation. She had to slushie twice as many people; scare and insult even more kids, be so bad ass that she scared herself sometimes. She was becoming someone else entirely and she hated it. Even at home she found it hard to escape, hard to let go of those solid brick walls she surrounded herself with… maybe if she'd had her best friends with her it wouldn't have turned out like this…

I was worried about you, but you never cared about me none,
You took my money and I know that you, you could kill someone.
I gave you everything but nothing was ever enough,
You were always jealous over such crazy stuff.

The confused looks on the Glee kids faces as she sang made her want to fuckin' punch something. They really had no idea, did they? They really were that clueless. But the two blondes on the front row weren't. They knew… they could see what this was about and exactly where it was heading. They were finally watching her, finally paying attention… but too little, too late. She was past caring now.

You can't touch me now, there's no feeling left,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.
What you did to me, boy, I can't forget,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath,
Don't hold your breath.

The anger was building up inside her, battling with the pain that stabbed at her heart every time she caught Brittany's wide eyes. Even now she didn't want to hurt the girl. She wanted to run to her, kiss her, hold her, tell her over and over that she loved her more than anything in the world… but Britt didn't want her. She wanted Wheels; she wanted some stupid, glasses-wearing, über geek of a cripple instead of her best friend – the girl who'd always been there, always cared and looked after her… why didn't she want Santana? Was it because of the way she was? She'd tried to change but that had left them vulnerable and she just fuckin' couldn't have Britt hurt.

Move on, don't look back
I jumped off a train running off the tracks
Your day's gone, face the facts,
A bad movie ends and the screen fades to black.
What you did to me, boy, I can't forget,
If you think I'm coming back…

Nothing had worked. And she'd lost Brittany too. Quinn had disappeared almost completely, at first wanting to change, to be a better person for her kid… but when that hadn't happened she'd made it her mission to get back on top, no matter what she had to do or who she had to hurt. Santana was just another obstacle, a stepping stone. That wasn't her best friend anymore… if she was still in there somewhere then she was buried too deep to find. And that fuckin' well broke Santana. She needed her best friend back, especially after everything with Brittany.

You can't touch me now…
You can't touch me now, there's no feeling left
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.
What you did to me, boy, I can't forget,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.

Santana put everything she had into the song – her heart and soul, what she had left of them anyway. She wanted them all to feel it too, feel her pain, because it was too much for her to handle on her own. She hated them all. No… she hated the fact that they loved her. She hated the fact that just like her real family they let her get in so deep and didn't even try to save her when she was out of her depth and drowning. They cared to some extent; they would always be there but they didn't understand, didn't even try. They just accepted her at face value. They had no fuckin' clue…

You can't touch me now, there's no feeling left,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.
What you did to me, boy, I can't forget,
If you think I'm coming back, don't hold your breath.

A tear slid down Santana's cheek and she let it. The music faded and she just stood there; waiting. They all looked at her, at each other – no one said a word. She shook her head, disappointment something she was very familiar with.

"You know what, fuck this shit. I don't care anymore." She picked her bag up off her chair and spun on her heels, heading for the door.

"Santana, wait!" Mr. Schue leapt up and moved as if to follow her.

"Fuck you too, Schuester, save your breath for someone who cares. I'm out." With that she left, slamming the door shut behind her, no intention of ever setting foot in that choir room again.

The rest of the club sat in silence for a long moment before suddenly all hell broke loose as they all tried to figure out exactly what had just happened. Only four people remained quiet. The two blondes caught each other's eyes for a second, sharing their guilt, their helplessness and sorrow, before they turned away, unwilling to get into it right then.

Mr. Schue stood at the front of the room, watching helplessly as everything fell apart around him. Nationals were not far off; they had no songs, no choreography, and now, no choir. Everything was in chaos.

With everyone else so caught up in the drama, no one noticed a small, dark haired shape slip out of the room.

AN: The song was 'Don't hold your breath' by Nicole Scherzinger, i got obsessed with it a few weeks ago and i'd only intended to write a one-shot with it but guess it hasn't quite turned out that way! Anyway, review and lemmie know what you guys all think, i always love to get feedback =)

Peace Out.