Here is my third daily ficlet. I hope that you all enjoy it. This sort of came because I was listening to "All the Things She Said" on repeat and I sort of edited it.
"All the things she said,
All the things she said,
Running through my head,
Running through me head."
- t.A.T.u., "All the Things She Said"
"My mother's banning you from seeing me," Brittany's whispering slowly as if talking any faster or louder will physically hurt her. It breaks Santana's heart to realize that in all honesty, it probably would. "She," Brittany pauses and bites down on her trembling lower lip hard as Santana's eyes go even wider with concern. Brittany rarely cries or even looks like she's going to. "She told me that she'd kick me out if she ever heard about us or saw us together again."
Santana begins shaking with rage just as Brittany's torso keels over into Santana chest as she simply sobs desperately into the Latina's breast. Santana just strokes her hair, not knowing what to do except for let out a few silent tears for her girlfriend and for their relationship. Her best friend and lover is dying inside and that makes her die a little bit. The shards are breaking off one by one and then drowning in the water that's already up to their necks.
Brittany finally gathers herself together and murmurs a small "thank you" before looking back up at Santana's watery eyes. She looks back down before saying "I just don't know what to do."
"Hey, Britt," Santana begins softly, pulling Brittany's chin up to look at her with her carefully manicured pointer finger. "We'll still see each other at school and stuff, right? You can sneak over to my house for the occasional sleepover. There are other possibilities. Of course it won't be the same, but if she kicks out, you can just move in with me. Right?"
Brittany sniffles, half-smiling and then frowning again. "It just won't be the same, San."
"I know, honey," she says as Brittany nuzzles her neck gently and lets out one last solitary tear.
Santana kisses the top of her head just as Mrs. Pierce walks in to see Brittany give Santana a chaste kiss on the lips in return. Santana pulls away and her hands are trembling with nothing but pure anger towards Brittany's so-called "mother".
Mrs. Pierce loses it. "Brittany! I told you that this was good-bye! Not a last make-out session! Get the fuck out of my house! It's disgusting to look at the both of you!"
Brittany cowers behind Santana who stands up off the bed and gives her best glare to Mrs. Pierce before taking it full "Lima Heights".
She digs her fingernails into the pads of her hands, creating crescent shaped marks in the tan skin. "You've got a lot of courage kicking your own daughter out of the house - especially in this town. What does your husband think?"
"My husband doesn't give a damn about Brittany! He never has and never will!" Santana knows that's a complete lie. Brittany loves her father dearly and vice versa. "It doesn't take a lot of courage when you realize that your daughter is a complete slut and fag!"
Santana recoils completely and puts her arms in a protective circle around Brittany.
"Calling your daughter a slut, huh? If you're calling anybody the slut, it should be me or yourself. I heard about the affair. Don't think that she doesn't tell me everything!"
It's obvious that Santana has hit a sore point and Mrs. Pierce's shoulders slump ever-so-slightly. However, she still manages to get back on her feet and retort loudly for both of the girls to get the hell out of her house.
Santana has to help Brittany down the staircase because of her extreme hysterics.
Mrs. Pierce tries to forget by going to get drunk later that night.