Dobry Hall, School for Girls exists in Daltonverse, which is created by CP Coulter. I do not own it. Nor do I own Glee, as it would be very different if I did. Very different. Um, I don't own Lucy Anderson or Mika I already forgot her last name, those are both CP Coulter's characters. Carlos Lopez, Maria Von Blaken, Cassie Elizabeth Teller, and Desarae Gonzales are my characters. If you reviewed I would love you forever, especially if you have something you think I should change or something you want to happen, I'm always open for new ideas. Uhh that's all! Enjoy~!
Santana Lopez. Former Queen of Lima Heights.
This, mused the forlorn girl, in the back of a car, being dragged away from her home was a sad downfall for the proud latina indeed.
Trapped in the back of her Aunt's minivan, two teenaged boys yelling at each other over the sound of the video game one of them had, Santana was being carried away—against her will, she might add—to Doby Hall. For girls.
That had been a really clever move on her father's part—he found out she liked girls so he sent her to a private school full of girls two hours away. Real clever, you piece of shit, she snarked mentally, unwilling to call the man her father.
Santana's phone lit up with a picture of her and Brittany that summer, kissing and smiling, Brittany wearing a bright yellow bikini top and cut off denim shorts, suspenders dangling loosely at her sides, the two of them laying close on her favorite beach towel, shaped like a duck.
The thoughts that surrounded that day, the heat, and Brittany's hand in hers, and Quinn laughing at the two of them, everyone smiling, all sleeping in Quinn's big bed together, the air conditioning, cheap TV..it created some kind of physical ache in her chest, like a compression injury.
Snapping the phone open, she tapped the screen roughly, and the message opened.
Britt Britt:
Sanny, does everyone at your new school give sweet lady kisses? Cause I kinda don't want you to kiss anyone else..I miss you x Quinn says she misses you too
Much to her disgust, Santana sniffled. Suddenly everything in the car fell completely silent. Both of the boys twisted around to stare at her and even her aunt turned around briefly, her eyebrows raised but her face still somehow sympathetic.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped, with a dangerous lift of her eyebrows, and a toss of her hair. The boys turned slowly back to their game and almost instantly the car was again filled with yelling and screaming as Santana frowned, typing out a reply to Brittany. It popped up instantly in their chatbox.
Santana :
Duck, I don't know if anyone at my new school gives sweet lady kisses, but I promise I won't kiss anyone else. I'll get kicked out in a week or two and be back, okay? Tell Quinn I miss her hot ass too. Xx
Santana frowned, looking back out the window and closing her eyes.
The ripping of the paper that Carlos had been holding made a noise that almost sounded like a sob—but maybe that was Brittany, standing behind her. The angry action from her father caused the dark eyed girl's left arm to flit out instinctively in front of her girlfriend.
Santana had honestly thought they could keep this a secret, had honestly thought no one would know until they were both safely out of Lima. Maybe in New York, where they could get married. Of course Santana wanted to marry the girl that seemed to be the only sunshine in her mundane, angry existence.
Her father gripped the once whole newspaper tightly in both of his fists, crinkling the words of the two halves so deeply that he would never be able to read about what his ex-wife (Santana's mother) was getting up to in town.
"You?" chocked Carlos Lopez. "You're a dyke? You piece of filt—"
He would have gotten father if Santana hadn't lunged at him, unable to get as close as she wished since the blonde behind her wrapped strong arms around her small waist, trying to whisper comforting words to her girlfriend, although the noise was inaudible over the loud shouting that was now taking place.
"You're the piece of filth, you fat old man!"
Brittany winced at the look on Carlos's face, which to her just looked confused, and a little bit hurt. which gave Santana the split second she needed to escape the circle of her arms and lunge towards her father. She didn't attack him, knowing that he would just call the cops like the complete whimp that he was.
Instead, she stepped up close to him. Santana was tall. Carlos was short. And Santana happened to be wearing some very high heels at that exact moment, having just gotten back from a party with Brittany. "You, are, the, piece, of, filth." She said, her eyes narrowed, glaring down at him, her hair slowly falling back into her face.
Carlos reached for his phone. The look on his face was pure evil. "Don't think I didn't know before," he said. His voice was quiet. It made Santana took a startled step back, and Brittany grabbed her hand quickly, both of their expressions terrified. They were used to Carlos yelling at his daughter, but this quiet tone—he knew he had won somehow, and the girls didn't understand why.
The shorter latino man tossed a pamphlet at her, before turning his back and going upstairs.
"Dobry Hall?" said Brittany, confused, reading the title of the paper out loud. "Shit." Murmured Santana.
