S: Can you come and get me?
Q: Yeah, sure. Is everything alright?
S: No
Santana closed her phone. She quickly started stuffing her clothes into her cheerleading bag. Her parents were yelling downstairs.
"I want her out of my house!" Santana heard her father yell.
"George, we can't just kick her out!" Her mother protested.
"I want her out!" He yelled.
Santana repeatedly looked out of her bedroom window, hoping to see Quinn. She needed to get out of there! Santana had just come out to her parents. Of course she knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she never thought it would be like this. As soon as she said those two words, her dad went crazy.
It was Friday after school. Santana had been planning this day for weeks. But now that it was here, she wasn't so sure she wanted to go through with it. Santana knew she had to do it. She was sick of hiding who she really was. Even people at school knew she was a lesbian, and that Quinn Fabray was her girlfriend. That part was easy. Telling her parents wasn't going to be so easy.
Quinn parked the car in front of Santana's house. "Nervous?" Quinn asked her girlfriend.
"Yes." Santana said.
"I could go in there with you if you want." Quinn suggested.
"Thanks, but no. This is something I have to do on my own."
"I understand." Quinn said, and kissed Santana on the cheek.
"Bye." Santana smiled, and got out of the car. Quinn waved and drove away.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Santana announced.
"Hi honey. How was school?" Her mom asked.
"Good. Where's dad? I have something I want to talk to you guys about?"
"San. Are you pregnant?" Her mother gasped.
"No!"
"Who's pregnant?" Her dad came down the stairs.
"No one thank god! But Santana says she has something she wants to talk to us about."
"Ok." Her dad said.
"You might want to sit down." Santana said. Her parents looked at each other with confusion, and then sat down.
"Ok. Um. I didn't really practice this." Santana began.
"Are you in trouble?" Her father asked.
"No. I-I-I'm a…..lesbian." Santana said nervously.
Her parents didn't say anything for a long time. They just sat there stunned. Her mother looked as if she was about to cry, while her father looked angry.
"Guys?"
"I want you out." was all her father said.
"What?"
"You are no longer welcome in my house." He said calmly.
"George!" Her mother protested.
"Pack your things, and leave." He said.
"Dad!"
"I will not have your kind living in my house!"
"My kind? What's that supposed to mean?" Santana yelled.
"You know what I mean, Santana!" Her father yelled back.
"George!" Her mother said.
"I want her gone in the next fifteen minutes, or I'll do it myself!" He yelled.
Santana kept checking her phone, hoping to get a text or a phone call from Quinn. Her dad was getting louder downstairs! Santana's phone started buzzing. Quinn was calling her.
"Quinn!" Santana answered the phone frantically.
"Santana what is going on?" Quinn asked.
"Are you here yet?"
"Yeah."
Santana hung up the phone and raced downstairs. She took one last look at her parents, then left.
"What's going on?" Quinn asked.
"I told them. Then they kicked me out."
"Oh my god, Santana I'm so sorry." Quinn put her hand on Santana's shoulder.
"Can I stay with you for a little while?" Santana asked.
"Yes of course." Quinn said.
"Thank you."
"I'll always be there for you, Santana."
"Good. Because, you're all I have left." Santana said, starting to cry.
Quinn wiped the tears from Santana's cheeks.
"All we need is each other" She whispered, and kissed Santana.