I've always been a huge fan of Santana/Blaine friendship, in all it's forms.
So yeah, this happened.

warnings: language, violence
disclaimer: i own nothing. it's AU before anything.

enjoy!

This is just how it goes, ever since they were children. Blaine would like to claim innocence, but really, it usually starts with him, no matter how accidental his participation may be.

Blaine lets something slip across his lips without thinking and Santana gets that look on her face that pretty much just foretells the fact that they'll probably be getting into trouble for something sooner or later. Because Blaine is usually the catalyst of Santana's very best schemes, even if it's just because he's always had an issue with his brain to mouth filter.

They grew up together. It was always Blaine and Santana, together. And they inevitably got a reputation as trouble makers, not that Blaine prided himself on that. He just spent a lot of time in front of disappointed in you parents and teachers, and most of the time when he wasn't in school he was grounded from everyone but Santana (because their parents had tried to separate them as punishment a total of once before they learned what an absolutely terrible idea that was). Their childhood was filled with adventures into places they had strictly been told not to go near, with scraped knees, broken lamps and, one summer, a matching set of broken arms (and Blaine had always wondered if maybe their parents hadn't been just a little bit happy with two cartoon-watching, ice-cream-eating children with plastered up arms and only each other for company, just because it had meant that they weren't out causing trouble for once).

They spent long summers trying to catch tadpoles and playing hopscotch. They spent winters catching snow flakes and refusing to go inside, even when their eye lashes froze and their noses and cheeks had turned bright red.

Blaine couldn't remember a time spent without Santana. They sat next to each other in classrooms (once again because teachers only tried to separate them the one time before they learnt what a disaster that idea was), and played together at recess. They wore matching friend ship bracelets and had a hundred thousand matching memories.

Blaine had always been quiet, because Santana was loud enough for both of them. But towards the end of middle school he kept on getting quieter and quieter, until he barely ever spoke at all.

"Blaine, what is it?" she whispered, wrapping their hands together and forcing him to look into her eyes.

He didn't need to ask what she meant, because they both always just knew, "Santana. I-I...think I'm g-gay."

"Okay."

And that was that.

Until it really wasn't.

Sometime in the summer between middle school and freshman year, boys started noticing Santana (and they noticed Blaine too-but it wasn't in a good way at all) and that was all well and good, he was glad, honestly, because Santana was wonderful and she deserved the attention, but it meant she wasn't always with Blaine, and she didn't always see what was happening. She didn't see the locker checks, or the way people would flip his books up and over his arms so the spilled across the hallways. He never told her about the three hours he spent trapped in a janitors closet, because he knew she would be angry, but also so very sad. And he wouldn't make Santana sad. He wouldn't ever make her worry. And he definitely wouldn't tell her that the boy she was dating, the boy who made her smile so prettily, had been the one to shove him in there, shouting maybe you'll remember where you belong, faggot.

So Blaine took his abuse quietly. A stiff upper lip and sob muffled by his pillows in the middle of the night. He refused to go to their old swimming hole that autumn, because she'd see the bruises that painted his skin and she would ask questions that Blaine wouldn't answer.

In middle school they had gone to all the school dances together. But for Sadie Hawkins in freshman year, Santana asked that boy and he said yes. So Blaine asked Jace. They were friends and it was entirely platonic, even if they were both gay. He thought it might be nice to not fake smiles at a girl who would be expecting something from him all night, nice to just dance with a friend and maybe go get pizza after the dance.

That's not quite what happened.

Blaine and Santana got ready together and their dates picked them up at the same time. Jace smiled and told Santana she was lovely, and Blaine that he looked very handsome. He handed each of them a rose and ignored the curl of that boy's lip. That boy held Santana's hand and glared daggers at Blaine whenever she wasn't looking. His hands shook so he folded them away into his pockets and didn't say a word.

They danced and made fun of stupid outfits. Santana had been pulled away at some point by some of her pretty cheerleader friends, and Blaine couldn't find her to say good bye.

That boy found them though, when they were sitting on the curb waiting for Jace's father to pick them up.

Santana found Blaine when he was laying, broken and drugged in a hospital bed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Blaine?" She demanded the moment she walked in the room, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"Broke m' arm again, S'tana. 'M glad you don' match this time though."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn' wanna hurt you."

"This hurts too, Blaine. This hurts so much I can barely breathe. Why would you let someone do this to you? Why did you let it go on so long?"

"It wasn' this b'fore, S'tana."

"It was something though, Blaine. It didn't just appear fully formed as you half dead in a hospital bed. There was build up, I know it. And you didn't tell me."

"It woulda made you sad t' know. I never wanna see you sad."

"Blaine, we could have done something. We could have figured something out. We could have fixed this."

"Nothin' t' fix. 'M jus broken an' worthless an' I had t' be r'minded of that."

"Blaine. No. Blaine, don't say things like that."

"Erryone else did."

"You should have told me, Blaine. God, why didn't you tell me?"

"'cause it's easier for me t' hurt than t' see you hurtin'."

Santana let out a broken sob and Blaine hummed quietly, gesturing for her to move closer to his bed so he could take her hand. He wiped away the tears that streamed down her face with the hand that hadn't been smashed apart by a misplaced foot and whispered, "San, this hurt's more'n a few brok'n ribs. 'At's why I didn' tell you."

And then they just cried together.

Santana didn't tell Blaine, but she keyed that boy's car, slashed his tires and then went after him with a baseball bat when he tried to make her stop. If you even fucking think about Blaine ever again, I will find you and I will kill you. You are fucking nothing compared to him and you're getting off so fucking lucky right now. I should fucking triple every mark you left on his body, but I think I'll just leave you with a little reminder instead. She had hissed before she swung the bat with everything she had and smashed in his knee cap.

Blaine heard that something had happened to that boy, that he couldn't run track anymore because of some kind of injury that he refused to name the cause of. Blaine bought Santana flowers and sobbed onto her shoulder.

Blaine's parents sent him away. To Dalton Academy. Santana missed him more than anything, because Lima wasn't the same while he was off in Westerville, but she was so glad that nobody would hurt him anymore.

She refused to go back to that school without Blaine and had her parents transfer her to McKinley immediately. It was worth the long bus ride to not see the lockers Blaine had been thrown against, to not see the bit of concrete where his blood had stained, just a little bit. To not see the people who had ruined part of the most beautiful person she had ever known.

this could be a one-shot or a chapter fic, i'm not sure yet.
so yeah, just let me know what you think?
if it is continued there will definitely be brittana/klaine in there.
because...how could i not?
review?