"Are you feeling okay grandma?" I ask for the billionth time. She frowns back at me annoyed. How can I help it? She just told me something that's sounds absolutely crazy, even for her.

"Yes, Santanna. I'm fine" she sighs exhausted with my questioning.

I shake my head at her. She's got to be ill. There's no other explanation for it. Maybe it's the meds she's on screwing with her mind. Because the abuela I know ain't about the voodoo and shit. In fact she's more likely to murder somebody for preaching about it than let herself consider it's existence. So this right here is her going crazy. It's gotta be. There's no other explanation for it.

"So what you're saying...,' I start slowly rolling my hand with my speech, she's watching me waiting, "Is that we're like witches?"

She scowls then and whacks me around the head, telling me to grow up and listen. I have to of course. So many years respecting her wishes have made me back down when she gets fierce.

"Of course not! Idiota! Why won't you believe this?"

"Because it's mad!" I shout back. I've had enough. I came back here thinking she was dying, that she called saying she needed to talk to me because she was running out of time. But instead I get this? I am so out of here.

I move to stand up but she smacks me back down with another angry look that makes me rethink my attitude. I've learnt in my so far short life not to get on my abuela's bad side. She's lethal when she's angry, like me.

"It is not mad. Go try it out if you don't believe me" she waves at the door but I don't move. It's tempting to try just to prove her wrong but then I'm only giving in to her joke if I do. So I stay seated and shake my head with the defiant Lopez glare. Of course she throws it straight back so it's like a stand off. And neither of us are backing down.

I'm watching her as I glare. I'm taking in all the changes. She looks older, frailer. It's sort of scary. She's always looked so strong to me. My Abuela breathes slowly out. She's trying not to shout. She's also doing a crap job of hiding her anger. I can see it shake her fists by her sides. It's like she can't handle it, like the turbulence of the emotion is just too much effort. It's terrifying really. But I'm hardcore so I pretend I haven't noticed, which is hard because in that moment I just want to hug her better.

She opens her mouth to say something but then thinks better of it. Instead she gives me a wry smirk and leaves the room. I stare after her. I make a mental note to tell my mom about this later. She's gotta get dad to change abuelita's meds.

I go over what she said once I'm alone and I shake my head when I'm tempted again to try it out. It can't be real. What she said can't be right. Because things like that don't exist outside shitty tv shows, vampire novels and hobbit Berry's head. Grandma's crazy. Yeah that's it. Maybe it's all this guilt she had about my coming out. She did look pretty strange this morning when I finally told her I broke up with Britt, even though technically that'd happened last year. She'd looked sorrowful. Like she regretted it. Like it was somehow her fault. I try not to focus on how it's all on me.

"Shut up Lopez" I growl at myself.

My hands clench by my sides and my jaw clamps painfully shut. I close my eyes and focus on breathing normally against the pain flaring in my chest. It keeps happening. Anytime I think about Brittany my heart just erupts in pain. I can't stand it and I can't stop it. Maybe Grams is right. Maybe I need a distraction. I eye the cupboard by the door. Abuelita's voice echoes in my head,

Somewhere dark and quiet...

I stand up and walk up to it. What's wrong with humouring an old woman?

Squeeze your hands into fists. Close your eyes...

I reach a hand out, touch the soft old polished oak. My chest flares again. Brittany would already be in there by now. I could just picture her hiding behind all the coats and junk giggling at me to hurry up. She'd love the idea of this. She'd think it was real.

"I'm crazy" I mumble to myself. I'm grasping the small handle, slowly pulling it open...

I stop and jump when somebody short and annoying suddenly bursts into the room.

"There you are! I've got to say for somebody with such a brilliant upbringing you aren't much of a host, Santanna. Your dear mother had to give me the tour you were supposed to be giving. And she's been telling me all about you and your crushes over the years. Seriously, Matthew Simms? I mean I know you're gay now but that's a little over the top for a beard crush. Your mom even said he's gross. Although we both agree that Brittany was by far the better crush, and further more-"

"Rachel!," I snap because I'm angry and in pain again. Why'd she have to mention Britt?

The hobbit jumps, a surprising foot of the ground, and even flinches a little. I rub my hand against my collarbone and glare at her. She shrinks back a little,

"I don't want to talk about Brittany and I don't want to talk to you. So just scram already"

She take a step forward, hands open to me, "Santanna-"

"Just go already. Go help porcelain try on my moms dresses or something. Just please get out of my face for three damn seconds!"

Rachel jumps again and this time she looks close to tears. I swallow and take a step back. I feel bad. I haven't lost it with her like that for months. I've sort of calmed down around her since she's learnt to butt out of my business. Now she kinda tiptoes instead of parades around me. And it's been working just fine. Until her and Hummel decided to invite themselves home with me for the week. This place was just getting to me the longer we stayed. It kept reminding me of everything I threw away when I left Lima for New York.

Everything reminded me of her.

And us.

"I understand you're upset. I'll go," Rachel walks to the door and she's about to close it shut behind her when she stops. I look up and meet her tiny smile, "You know you can talk to me, Santanna?"

I look away from the kindness in her eyes and I awkwardly nod, "Yeah. I just.. Yeah"

Rachel notices how uncomfortable i feel and leaves. I stare at the closet again. I seriously wish I hadn't exploded on her. It's not her fault. It's nobody's but mine. I messed my life up.

I step forward and each out and open the closet door, I peer inside, I'm surprised it's empty. I guess my mom went on an OCD spring clean before we turned up or something. I'm thinking everything through again while I look into it.

"Santanna?," I jump startled again and scowl at myself. Its just my mom for christs sake! Why am i so on edge today? My mom calls out again when i dont reply,

"Yeah?" I call back in a choked sort of voice. I frown to myself

"I need help in the kitchen!" she all but screams down the hall. I roll my eyes. Some things never change.

I close the closet and leave the room shaking my head. My grandma is mad. And I'm so tired I almost fell for her joke.

Hey folks! So this is my first Glee fic! Inspired, obviously, by the movie About Time. Now, Im still relatively new to Glee. And by that I mean I binged series 1 to 3 and then read a tonne of fanfics and started writing a few stories and haven't watched anymore since (besides the first few brand new episodes a while ago- thank the lord for the internet!) Yes, I skipped a lot and have a lot to catch up on. But thanks to Youtube and the other fics on here I have a general gist of what happens on the show. Just to be clear here, this won't differ much from the movie. So if you're not a fan you may not like this. But here's hoping you do! Reviews and critiques are most welcome. Enjoy! :)