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Rachel Berry

@SingMeSweeter

Aspiring triple threat. You'll always find a gold star next to my name.

@SlutanaLopez *I notice your wince with a slight frown, fueling my movements with gentility.* I'm sorry...are you in a lot of pain?


@SlutanaLopez Because I care about you. *My words are a soft murmur, nigh audible as I continue to busy myself with your bandages.*


@SlutanaLopez I don't care. You would have been safe. *I sigh in defeat, knowing right away that there is nothing I can to do sway you.*


@SlutanaLopez --dramatic and overthought, but I can't help it. I slowly, gently wind the bandage around your arm.*


@SlutanaLopez --you were fighting. What if it was someone worse? What if you weren't in school? What if that person had a weapon? It's--


@SlutanaLopez --perspiring glass on the coffee table. All I can think about is if something serious happened...or if it wasn't Quinn--


@SlutanaLopez --I were there, I would have put a stop to it..or at least tried. I can barely look at you as I cross the room and place the--


@SlutanaLopez Couldn't you have finished it by walking away? *It kills me to see you hurt...all bruised and just plain exhausted. If --


@SlutanaLopez --slightly, rising from the sofa to fetch you a glass of water and a few bandages from the cupboard in the bathroom.*


@SlutanaLopez Santana, you shouldn't have picked a fight with Quinn...she isn't stable. She's going through a really tough time. *I frown--


@SlutanaLopez --your bruised forearm.* A fight from last year? This is the result?


@SlutanaLopez *My brow furrows in confusion as I settle down next to you on the sofa, my fingers soothingly stroking over the skin of--


@SlutanaLopez --leading you to the sofa to sit down.*


@SlutanaLopez What? What did she do? *Quickly closes the door behind you, rushing to your side. I link my arm with your own, carefully--


@SlutanaLopez S-Santana...? What happened to you?


@SlutanaLopez --look you over. You are covered in bruises, each one darkening quickly. Chocolate orbs widen to the size of saucers.*


*Assuming the knock on the door is @SlutanaLopez, I flounce toward it with a grin and open the door, bright smile quickly fading as I--


*Snatches my phone up as soon as it buzzes, raising both brows at the urgency of @SlutanaLopez's text.* (Text) Yes, I'm home. Come on over.


*Wide, horrified eyes.*


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