Santana was sitting on her bed attempting to do her spanish homework. Spanish homework was usually the easiest thing for her to do since she speaks the language fluently. Today, however, she couldn't get herself to concentrate on the task at hand she had way to much on her mind. She was thinking of Brittany, it didn't help her that her cell kept vibrating every five seconds with new text messages. Earlier that day she had talked with Kurt and Blaine, she asked for advice on coming out to her parents. They had been very supportive and helpful once they got over the shock of her confession.

Santana knew that it was time. She and Brittany had been hiding their relationship for over a month and she could tell that it was killing the blonde. They walked down the hallway with each other to their classes everyday, pinkies linked. At first it was enough for both of them, but then they had seen other couples, they would hold hands and walk each other to their classes, kiss each other on the cheek. Brittany pretended that she was fine with all the sneaking around and that it didn't bother her, but Santana knew that it did.

Brittany, in an attempt to help Santana, had come out to her parents. Brittany's parents had been so supportive. They had both hugged Santana fiercely when she had seen them after, they told her that they were proud of her and that she was still the daughter to them that she had been for the past thirteen years. Now Santana knew that she had to do it, she was tired of sneaking around too. She wanted to walk down the hall and hold Brittany's hand, she wanted to walk her to her classes and kiss her at her locker.

Santana unlocked her phone and saw that she had five unread text messages. Two from Brittany, one from Blaine, one from Kurt and one from Rachel. Santana read them in the order of least important to most, so she started with Rachel's.

Hello everyone, just a friendly reminder that Glee Club practice is two hours after school tomorrow in preparation for Sectionals next week!

Rachel

Santana smiled as she read the text, she was actually really excited for Sectionals this year. She had been featured last year and Mr. Schue said that she would be featured again this year, except this year she would get the opening solo. She typed a quick reply to Rachel saying that they all knew and didn't have to be reminded 24/7 about Glee rehearsal. Next she read Kurt's text.

Good Luck Satan, call me! :)

Kurt

Santana laughed, Kurt still called her Satan even after three years where he had actually gotten to know her. It had become less of a derogatory thing and more of a plain nickname. She thanked him and promised she would call him and let him know how it all went. Then she opened Blaine's message and smiled. It was simple.

COURAGE!

She texted back a simple smiley face. Then she read the most important texts that had now turned from two into four.

San! I don't understand my hw, I need help

xxxx Britt

San! I need help!

xxxxx Britt

Really? Help me!

xxxxx Britt

Are you okay? Why aren't you answering me?

xxxxxx Britt

She smiled, Santana could imagine Brittany's face. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at her homework. She typed back a reply.

Sorry B, I was distracted. What do you need babe?

xoxox Santana

Its okay, Lord Tubbington ate it anyway so i don't have to do it yay!

xxxxx Britt

Santana had chosen not to tell Brittany what she was planning to do at dinner. She wanted it to be a surprise. She wanted to make her happy. She laughed as she read the text about Brittany's crazy cat. She heard her mother call her down for dinner.

I gtg Britt, Love Ya

xxxxx San

Santana took a deep breath. This was it no turning back, she had no clue when she would work up the courage again. She walked down the stairs tall and proud. She knew that dinner would be the same as always. Her father would go on and on about some surgery that he did at work. Her mother would pretend to listen but really would be ignoring him. Santana would eat and wait until her father asked her about her day. That would be when her mother actually started paying attention. They loved hearing about how happy the Glee Club made her. Her mother never missed one of her performances, except Nationals in New York. Her father had never been to one but had seen all of her performances because her mother video taped them.

Santana walked into the dining room of their house. Her parents were already sitting there. As predicted her father was blabbing about some surgery from earlier in the day. She sat down and began to eat her food, she could barely cut her chicken because her hands were shaking. Calm down! she ordered herself but she couldn't seem to do it. She decided to take a sip of her water. Her father had finally finished his story and turned to her.

"So Santana what have you got for me today, mija?" he said.

"I'm going to be featured as the leading solo at sectionals next week." She said chickening out.

"That is wonderful mija! I can't wait to see it!" her mother said excitedly. "What song are you going to be singing?"

"Set Fire to the Rain by Adele." she replied.

"Thats a great song you will sound amazing I'm sure." her father said with a smile. "Anything else?"

"Well... Mami Papi I have to tell you something." she said, it was now or never. "I...I'm gay."

Her mother dropped her fork and her father slammed his beer down on the table. They both stared at her with expressions that she had never seen before. Her father stood and stepped in front of her.

"I don't know who you are anymore. Get out of my house!" he yelled.

"Papi!" she pleaded her eyes filling with tears.

Her father lifter his hand and slapped her face. She leaned away but he held her face and slapped her again and again and again. She could feel the tears flowing freely, she could fell her face puffing, her skin splitting, the blood flowing. One final blow and and she heard her nose crack, it was surely broken.

"Get your stuff and get the hell out!" he yelled.

"Papi!" she pleaded.

"Out!"

Santana grabbed a bag and filled it with clothes and other essential items from her bedroom and bathroom, grabbed her keys and got out of her house as soon as she could. She didn't even realize where she was driving until she was there. She pulled up parallel to the grass of the front yard the way that she always did. She stopped and briefly looked at herself in the mirror. She was a mess, he face was puffy, red, bruised and bleeding heavily. She couldn't stop herself from crying .

She hesitated for a minute but then got out of the car, she knew that Brittany had told her parents already and they had been more accepting then either of them had ever hoped for. Santana had talked to them a few times and they had treated her the same way that they had for the past thirteen years, like a part of the family. So she sucked in a shaky breath and made her way to the door. She rang the doorbell and waited a minute in the darkness.

James Pierce opened the door, he appeared to be laughing at some joke when he opened the door. His face fell when he looked at Santana standing in his doorway. He gasped as she collapsed into his arms.

"Santana!" He had yelled in shock. At the sound of her name, Molly Pierce and Brittany came out into the hall to see why she was there. They both gasped at the sight of her.

"Santana who did this to you?" James had asked.

"I came out to my parents. They kicked me out." she choked out.

"Oh God! Emilio did this to you didn't he?" Molly gasped.

All Santana could do was nod, he nose and face were still bleeding heavily.

"Molly we need to get her to the hospital!" James sad. Molly nodded and James lifted Santana up in his arms and carried her out to their car. He put her into the back of the car. Brittany slid in next to her and took her hand and stroked her hair. Santana laid her head on Brittany's lap.

"San, I'm so sorry." she whispered to her and kissed her forehead gently.

"Its not your fault my dads an unaccepting asshole." she said. Brittany didn't seem to find this funny like Santana had hoped.

Four hours later they were back at Brittany's house. James helped Santana up to the guest room. James and Molly had insisted that Santana would stay with them for as long as she wanted. She agreed and thanked them. They left her in the care of Brittany and went back downstairs. Santana had cried her eyes dry so she didn't cry. Brittany sat down on the bed where she lay.

"San, I am so sorry." Brittany said sadly.

"Brittany listen to me, its not your fault." Santana said, Brittany was blaming herself for what had happened.

"But, if I hadn't pushed you this wouldn't have happened." Brittany said, laying down and putting her arms around Santana's body.

"Britt! I decided to tell my parents, neither of us could have seen this coming. Just be happy that its out in the open now." Santana said, she twisted her body around so that their faces were nearly touching.

"Does this mean we can be together officially? Like I can hold your hand at school and kiss you in the parking lot and stuff?" Brittany said with an edge of excitement in her voice.

"Yes." she said in a small voice. Brittany leaned and kissed her softly. Though Brittany was trying her best to be gentle, Santana instinctively let out a gasp of pain. Brittany pulled away.

"Sorry San."

"Its fine Babe, so before we go public let me come out to the Glee Club tomorrow please." Santana said.

"Of course." Brittany said. "Now you need to rest. Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, they hurt ask Lord Tubbington. I love you Santana."

"Night B, Love you too." Santana said and Brittany left the room. Santana was exhuasted and fell asleep before she could even worry about tomorrow.