A/N: Okay, so here is a new story idea. I know I should be working on my other one but my fingers wouldn't stop moving until I got this one down. So I thought I would share it with you guys!
Prologue
The November sky was dark and gloomy as children of Belleville Middle School were scampering out of the school building when the final bell rang. A chubby redhead, with big black rimmed glasses, slowly walks toward a wooden bench under the tree and sits down. She pulls out 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone' and starts reading while swinging her legs. As the redhead turned to the next page, a shadow was casted over her.
The girl looks up hesitantly and stares with wide eyes at two tall eighth grader boys hovering over her. "Hey, Lucy Caboosey. What are you reading? Some stupid book?" One of the boys with freckles and spiked blonde hair snatches the book from her hands.
"H-hey!" Lucy stands up and tries to get her book back when the other eighth grader—a tanned Asian boy—pushes her roughly to the ground. Lucy cringes at the impact of the fall. Tears of frustration and feeling powerless to the bullies started to surface.
"What? Can't get back up?" The Asian boy sneered. "Maybe it's because you're so fat!" Both boys start laughing at Lucy while ripping the page of her Harry Potter book one by one.
"M-my book." Lucy cried.
"What? You want this back? Come and get it fatty!" The blonde taunts. Lucy, feeling utterly defeated, wrapped her arms around her knees and started to cry even more.
"Haha, what a cryba—" A pebble was suddenly thrown at the Asian boy's head. "Ow!" A girl with her hoodie on came marching towards the boys and threw more pellets of rocks at them.
The eighth graders drop the book and threw their arms up to deflect the pebbles of rock being thrown at them by a girl in ripped jeans and a black hoodie. They let out a chorus of "Ow" and a few expletives as they started running away.
"That's right! Keep running!" The girl with the hoodie yelled at the retreating forms of Lucy's attackers. "You mess with my best friend again and I will make sure to ends you!" The girl lets out one last glare in the direction of the bullies and then kneels down beside her best friend.
She pulled down her hoodie and let her raven-haired tresses to be carried with the light breeze. "Lucy, you okay?" The girl pulls the hand that was covering Lucy's face and wipes Lucy's tears with her free hand. "Those morons will never pester you again, I promise."
Lucy nods her head and jumps into the open arms of her best friend. "Thanks, Santana." Santana wraps her arms around Lucy in return with the same amount of affection (and possibly even more). Lucy then pulls away from Santana to look at the ruined book on the ground and it's torn pages fluttering away with the wind. "I'm sorry." Lucy whimpers.
"What for?" Santana raises her eyebrow.
"The book you let me borrowed…they ripped it." Santana turns her head around and saw the torn Harry Potter book and ripped pages.
"Don't worry about it. Did you at least get to finish it?" Lucy whispered 'no' and ducks her head away. "Well, it's okay. We can always watch the movie! Which I have!"
A light smile graced Lucy's face. "Yea?"
"Yea! I mean, the book is always superior to the movie but it's still good!" Santana held Lucy's hand and pulls them up. "We can watch it at my place tonight? Maybe a sleepover?" Santana still holds on to Lucy's hand as they started to walk home together.
Lucy gazed at their interlocked hands with a tiny smile before she responded back to Santana. "I think I can sleepover. Almost positive my mom will say yes since my dad is gone this weekend. Are your folks okay with it?"
Santana waves her hand. "Who cares. They're gone this weekend and left me alone with 300 bucks in case of emergency." Lucy stared at her with wide eyes.
"Really? Where did they go?"
"Some business trip conference thingy. I don't know and I don't care. It's not like this is the first time, you know that." They stop in front of a typical suburban house with a white picket fence. "So, see you tonight?" Santana tilts her head.
"Most definitely. If my mom says no, I will sneak out when she passes out on the couch with a bottle of wine in her hand." Santana laughs.
"Okay then. See you." Santana lightly squeezes Lucy's hand before letting go and jogging three houses down to her empty home.
"See you." Lucy smiles warmly and skips into her house.
"It was a good movie…but it wasn't scary."
Santana whips her head from the TV to stare at Lucy with incredulous eyes. "Did you want it to be scary?"
"A little, yes. But don't get me wrong it was a great movie!" Lucy exclaims while munching on popcorn.
"Of course it was! The whole premise of Harry Potter is amazing!" Santana swoons and plops herself on the couch. Lucy giggled at how her best friend was geeking out and threw a piece of kettle at her face.
"Hey!" In retaliation, Santana threw one of the pillows that she brought down and smacks Lucy with it.
Thus, the pillow fight began.
During this 'war'-as Santana declared-they were knocking over empty soda cans, spilling bags of junk food, and laughing the entire time they whacked each other onto the ground. It was minutes later, when Lucy and Santana finally slumped into the couch with flushed faces.
"I, so won." Santana breathed out. "You totally lost Lucy Fabray."
"Nuh uh. You lost Santana Marisol Lopez." Santana gasps at the sound of her full name.
"Not cool! You can't use my full name when I don't even know yours!" Santana pouted.
"It's a secret you'll never find out."
"Oh I intend on finding out. Even if I have to beat you at another pillow fight!"
"Please! You beat me? Look at you! You look like you just ran a marathon from the barely 5 minute pillow fight we just had!" Lucy laughs and Santana throws another pillow at her face before she too joined in laughing.
"Whatever." Santana attempted to feign hurt but the ear splitting smile said otherwise. "So what do you want to do now?"
"You have any horror movies?"
Santana waivers a little before answering. "…I think so. I think my cousin left some when he last came over. He didn't let me watch it." Santana got up to get the movies and as she pulls them out from the cabinet she whispers to herself, "And I didn't want to watch it because I knew I would shit myself." She bit her lips contemplating if she should just pretend that she couldn't find it or not.
But Lucy really wants to watch it. Santana mulls over what to do before finally closing the cabinet shut.
"It's for Lucy."
"No."
Lucy pokes Santana (who was hiding underneath the covers) and stifles a giggle. "Come on, San. It's over."
"No. I bet you anything there is going to be some sort of pop-up scene after the credits." Lucy shakes her head and smiles. She grabs the remote from the table and turns the power off on the DVD player and the TV.
"I turned it off. Now, will you please come out from under the covers?" Santana pokes her head out of the covers.
"It's off?" Lucy nods her head. Santana throws the blanket off and stretches her arms. "That wasn't so scary."
"Sure. Says the person who held onto my hand the entire movie and hid under the blanket." Lucy smirks.
"Hey! I was cold and I like holding your hand!" Santana huffs and takes a sip out of her Mountain Dew.
"Okay, whatever you say." Lucy mocks.
"Well, I'm tired. Wanna go to bed?" Santana stands up and holds out her hand to Lucy, who happily takes the gesture and nods.
Both girls changed into their pajamas and slipped into the comforter on Santana's bed. They were both facing each other as they talked about random things in the dark.
When the digital red numbers on the clock read '2:30 am' plus Lucy's constant yawning, it was obvious that it was time to sleep.
"Hey, Luce?" Santana snuggles closer to her best friend.
"Hm?" Lucy replies.
"Why do you let mean people pick on you?"
Lucy exhales slowly before answering. "I'm weaker than them."
Santana grabs Lucy's hand. "No you're not. You're like the strongest person I know."
Lucy raises her eyebrow. "What? How am I strong?"
"You're not afraid of scary movies, for one."
Lucy rolls her eyes. "That's because it's a movie. It's fictional and extremely predictable."
"I guess. But you also didn't cry or throw a fit when you had to get your tonsils removed in sixth grade."
"San, I was under anesthetics when they performed surgery, I couldn't feel a thing. Plus, I had to or else I could have lost my voice."
"True. I still think you're strong. You're also pretty—"
"I'm not—"
"Smart, funny, sweet, creative. Sometimes you tease me a lot, but I like that about you. You're strong. You think you aren't but you are. You just haven't found it in you to pull it out yet."
Lucy is silent. The acclamations from her best friend taking each breath that passes her lips away.
Santana moves her hand and cups Lucy's cheek. She brushes the lone tear that falls from hazel eyes. "You're beautiful, Luce. Inside and out. Anyone who tries to hurt you or tell you differently, I'll kill them." Santana says gravely.
"Thanks, S. For always protecting me. You'll always be my knight and shining armor."
"Hm? Not your prince?"
"Why would you be my prince? You're a girl, you dork." Lucy laughs.
Santana stiffens and the room goes silent for more than a minute.
"Santana? San? Did you fall asleep?"
"Yea." They both laugh in the dark. Santana moves into Lucy's arm and rests her head on her best friends shoulder. "I love you Lucy Fabray."
Lucy softly kisses Santana's forehead. "I love you too Santana Marisol Lopez. You'll always be my best friend."
Santana doesn't answer for a couple of seconds and Lucy thinks she's fallen asleep. But Santana mumbles 'Good night' before slowly slipping off into unconsciousness.
"Hey Lucy Caboosey!" A shrill voice was heard from a distance. Lucy turns around to see the mean girl and her clique moving towards her.
It was 6th period gym and the sun decided to grace its presence in the cloudless sky of November in Ohio. Therefore, nearly all the students were wearing their shorts instead of sweatpants because of the strange rise in temperature this season. Well, all except Lucy. Lucy always wears her sweatpants due to insecurities. Usually, no one teased her for it because there would be others who did the same. But today was different and she stuck out like a sore thumb—making her an even easier target to all her bullies. What made matters worse for Lucy? Santana didn't have the same class as her. No instead she was in a special class for "aspiring gymnastic athletes" according to what Santana calls it. But Lucy likes to see it as a class for girls who want to be cheerleaders in high school. Santana tries to convince Lucy to join with her but Lucy declined—knowing herself that she would end up embarrassing herself, leading to more ridicule than she already has.
Lucy tries to ignore them and quickens her pace around the track.
The leader of the clique yells at Lucy again. "Hey, ugly what's wrong with your nose? It looks so deformed! Ever thought of just wearing a mask in public to give everyone a better sight?" Lucy grits her teeth and clamps her eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling. I can't show them any weakness. She told herself. Lucy ignores them again and walks even faster. Unfortunately, the sound of heavy footsteps came jogging her way.
"Hey, fatty! You think you can get away from us? You're so fat and slow that a snail can beat you in a race." The mean girl of the clique spits and laughed at her. The rest of the girls laughed as well and threw in a couple of insults at her. But Lucy put on a brave face, ignores them, and kept walking away.
Thinking that the clique of mean girls decided to leave her alone after the failed desire reaction, Lucy smiled at herself. Santana would be proud of me. She thought of her Latina best friend. I can't wait to tell her—
"Move it, Caboosey!" The girls came running in her direction, all of them shoving her and elbowing her as they ran past. When the final girl came up running from behind, she pushed Lucy roughly onto the track.
"Gosh, make some room for others Caboosey." The girl grinned evilly as she ran away.
Lucy was on all fours on the track. She balled her fists tightly till her knuckles went white and the pained tears pooled from her eyes. She got up from the ground and ran to the restroom without even notifying the teacher.
Storming into the restroom, she checked that all the stalls were empty and then let herself cry to the fullest. Lucy stares at her reflection in the mirror.
"See, Santana?" She mumbles to herself brokenly. "I'm not strong at all." She glares at her own reflection in the mirror. "I have ugly unstylish red hair, a deformed nose, stupid glasses, horrible acne, and I'm fat." She cries harder and pounds her fist repeatedly on the sink.
"I'm not pretty or strong at all. I'm just a stupid ugly fat girl."
Lucy cried her heart out in the bathroom and jogged all the way home, skipping the rest of school; When she got home she crawled into her bed, ignoring her mom's questions, and cried her heart out even more until she fell asleep.
The sound of Lucy's bedroom door opened.
"Mom, I don't want to talk about it with you, okay?" Lucy buries her head under her covers.
Instead of hearing her mom's extremely plastic voice, she heard the sound of something much more pleasing to her ears. "What about me? Will you talk about it with me?"
Lucy sits up immediately and stares at Santana with surprised eyes. "What are you doing here? Don't you have practice today?"
"I do. But my favorite cheerleader wasn't there cheering me on." Santana walked in and closed the door softly behind her. She then sat on the bed beside Lucy, staring at the girl with sad eyes. "You weren't in last period either. I had to actually listen to the history lecture." Santana tries to joke.
"I'm sorry." Lucy bows her head down. Santana lifts Lucy's chin up with the tip of her finger so she could stare at hazel eyes that she's grown to love all these years.
"Don't be. You did nothing wrong. I was just teasing." Santana reassures her. "Can you tell me what happened today? Tell me why you're so sad and how can I fix it?"
Lucy gazes deeply into dark brown eyes that always makes her feel safe. "Can…can we not talk about it?" Lucy asks softly.
Santana brushes a strand of red hair behind her Lucy's ear. "Of course. But can you at least tell me what I can do to make you feel better?"
"Hold me. Please." Santana nods and proceeds to remove her shoes and slide under the covers with Lucy. She wraps her arms around the other girl securely and kisses her softly on her temple. All the pain of today was quickly dispelled as Lucy snuggled into the arms of her best friend.
Lucy was sitting down at an empty table in the cafeteria, eating a slice of pizza and potato chips by herself. Santana wasn't here today, for some odd reason. Usually Santana runs to her house at 7:15am so they could walk to school together, but she didn't show up. Lucy waited a while longer, but as the clock was getting closer to the time school started, her mother forced her out of the house and drove her to school.
As Lucy popped a potato chip in her mother, one of the girls from the clique that always bullied her hovers over.
"Hey, Caboosey! Shouldn't you save some pizza for the rest of the student body? Don't be such a pig!" The girl laughed shrilly.
"Yea, Lucy Caboosey! Why don't you slow down and stop inhaling your food!" Another girl came over.
Both girls started laughing loudly but stopped abruptly when a bucket of water was thrown at them. The two girls shrieked loudly and turned their heads to the left to see Santana gripping the bucket in her hands innocently.
"Oops. I was just trying to get rid of the disgusting filth in this cafeteria." Santana shrugs her shoulder.
"You bitch!" The girls yell.
"But actually, I think I got it." Santana smirked devilishly.
"You're going to take that back, bitch." One of the taller girls snarled and stepped forward. Santana glares at them and takes a step forward.
"You sure about that? How are you going to make me? You going to fight me?" Santana shoves the taller girl roughly into the other girl. "Do you really think you could fight me?" The deadly look on Santana's face stunned everyone in the cafeteria who were watching, even Lucy. The two girls stumble backwards. "If I were you, I would walk away and leave my best friend alone." The girls stood frozen in spot. "NOW." Santana growls. The two girls scamper away so fast that one of them even tripped into a trash can, making the entire cafeteria laugh.
Once the girls were away, Santana sits down across from Lucy and steals the bag of chips and munches on them. "Sorry for being late."
Slowly shaking her head (and recovering from what just happened) Lucy stares at Santana cautiously. She knew her best friend had a temper but was one who never publicly showed it. At least not to that extent. So Lucy concluded something must have been irritating Santana for her to display that much in public.
"It's fine. Where were you?"
"At home. Talking—no, fighting with my parents." Santana says nonchalantly as if it was an everyday thing.
"Fighting? What's wrong?"
"Just something stupid." Santana reaches for Lucy's water but fails to retrieve it when Lucy pulls it away.
"Stop deflecting. Please tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it." Santana groans and averts her eyes from Lucy. This makes Lucy even more concerned.
"Why? You usually tell me. I just want to—"
"I just DON'T WANT TO TALK." Santana slams her hand on the table and throws her arms up in frustration. The entire cafeteria was inspecting the two best friends and were muttering to themselves. Lucy was taken aback by Santana's outburst and felt hurt by her friend's cold and harsh demeanor.
Santana recognized the flash of pain on Lucy's face and immediately regrets her actions. "Lucy, I'm sorr—" Lucy gathers her things and runs out of the cafeteria. "Lucy! Luce, wait!" Santana stood up and watched her best friend run away from her. The fact that it was Santana herself who caused that look, kills her. "Fuck." She growls at herself and kicks the cafeteria chair. Everyone in the cafeteria has their eyes on Santana and are talking in hushed tones. Still feeling a little irritated, Santana glares at everyone in the cafeteria. "What the hell are you looking at? Go back to scarfing your god damn food!" Santana seethes and runs out of the cafeteria in the direction where her best friend ran.
In one of the stalls of the restroom, Lucy was finishing her bag of cookies that her mom baked for her lunch. She was crying and eating so the cookies tasted a bit salty but she continued to eat it anyway.
"Stupid *hiccup* San." She rubs her eyes furiously. The restroom door creaks open and the sound of footsteps slowly walks in. Lucy clamps her mouth shut and swiftly picks up her feet off the ground—hoping to make her presence unnoticeable.
Unfortunately, the bag of cookies fell to the ground. Bursting Lucy's attempt at being stealthy.
"Hello? Luce, is that you?" Santana looks under the stall to see Lucy with red eyes sitting on top of the schools toilet.
"Go away." Lucy cries.
"Lucy, please let me in. Let me explain. I didn't mean to burst at you." Lucy remains silent and refused to move. Santana sighs and leans against the stall door. "Look, I'm sorry. I really am. I was just having a really bad day and everything was getting to me. I shouldn't have taken out on you." Santana apologizes.
"I never seen you so angry before San." Lucy says quietly.
"I know. I, just—ugh, my fight with my parents just got to me." Santana lightly bangs her forehead on the door. "I'm truly sorry. Please let me in Lucy." It goes completely silent and no one makes a move or sound. That is, until light footsteps and the sound of the restroom latch being open breaks it.
Lucy opens the stall door and looks at Santana with sad yet worried eyes. "You really scared me."
"I know, I'm sorry. I promise after school I'll explain. We'll go to the park by your house and I'll explain."
"Our park?" Lucy whispers.
"Yea, our park." Santana says softly. Lucy looks into Santana's pleading eyes and finally relents.
"Okay."
Santana smiles at Lucy's response. "You know, I could use one of Lucy Fabray's famous and most uplifting hug ever?" Santana wiggles her eyebrows and it causes Lucy to laugh. Lucy opens her arms for Santana, who eagerly jumps into.
"Feel better?" Lucy teases.
"Most definitely." Santana responds happily.
Lucy slowly pulls away and looks at Santana face to face. "Santana, I'm sorry too."
"What for?" Santana looks confused.
"I shouldn't have acted like a baby." Lucy admits.
"It was my fault. I shouldn't have let me temper get to me."
"I know but I shouldn't have reacted that way. So I'm—"
Santana cuts her off. "No more I'm sorry's. Let's just forget about it okay? I just want some more hugs before we have to go to class." Santana groans. Lucy laughs at her best friend and quickly pulls her back into a warm hug.
And like that, they're little fight was forgotten.
"Ready to go?" Santana holds out her hand for Lucy.
"Yup!" Lucy takes Santana's hand as they both walked out of school towards the park by their houses.
Autumn leaves were scattered on the park floor as Santana and Lucy stomped on them, making their way towards the swing set.
"What I'm going to tell you isn't easy." Santana sighs as they both sat down on the swing set.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'd understand." Lucy reasons.
Santana shakes her head. "No. This is really important…because it doesn't just affect me, but you too."
"Me?" Lucy squeaks.
Santana nods seriously. "Yea. Both of us."
Looking slightly scared, Lucy gulped. "What's going on Santana?"
"Lucy, my parents are moving out of Belleville." Santana looks at Lucy gravely.
Lucy tilts her head. "Oh. So you'll have the house to yourself here then? That doesn't sound too bad. I mean we could have sleepovers more often and—"
"No, Lucy." Santana's grip on the swing set tightens. "I'm moving with them, Luce. I'm moving out of Belleville." The statement weighs on Lucy like a heavy anvil that nearly knocks her off the swing set.
"W-what?" Lucy's face goes pale.
Santana looks at the ground solemnly. "We're leaving on winter break. Some fucking Christmas present, huh?" She mutters bitterly.
"You can't move! We've been together since kindergarten! We're supposed to be best friends forever!" Lucy yells.
Lucy stands up and Santana follows. "You will always be my best friend, Luce!" Lucy is pacing back and forth with her hands on the side of her head.
"You're going to make all these new friends in your new town…" Lucy rambles.
"Lucy—"
"You will become popular and have everyone will adore you. You will probably become a cheerleader, the head cheerleader—"
"Eww. No. Lucy, will you stop and listen to—"
"And you won't remember me. I mean why would you?" Lucy stops her pacing and looks at the ground mirthlessly. "Why would you want anything to do with stupid ugly Lucy Caboosey?" Tears drop down her face silently as the feeling of abandonment and worthlessness increases in Lucy's mind once again.
Santana calmly walks over to Lucy and gently turns the crying girl to face her. Santana puts both of her hands on Lucy's face and stares deeply into hazel eyes. "You're not stupid or ugly Lucy. You're beautiful. I will never forget you. I couldn't even if I tried." Santana swipes her thumb and brushes the falling tears. "Do you know how much you mean to me?"
Lucy buries her head in the crook of Santana's neck with her arms tightly wounded around the taller girls waist. Santana holds her even tighter and continues talking. "You have such a big place in my heart and my life, Luce. I promise to keep in touch with you. I promise to call, text, email, and write, whatever. I will do whatever to keep contact with you—to keep you in my life."
Lucy closes her eyes, hoping that this was some cruel nightmare. "Everyone says that Santana." Lucy says quietly. "Don't make promises you can't keep." Lucy tries to pull out of the embrace but Santana pulls her roughly back in.
"Dammit!" Santana cries and tears spill from her eyes. "Can't you understand? I need you in my life Lucy. So please don't tell me I'm going to be like everyone. I promise you I won't! As long as you want me in your life I will be here!" Lucy is surprised by the outburst and Santana's crying. Lucy holds Santana in her arms, crying silently along with her.
"I…I love you Lucy." Santana cries brokenly.
"I love you too Santana." Lucy pulls away and wipes her eyes on the sleeves of her shirt. She looks into brown eyes and holds out her pinky. "Best friends forever, right?"
Santana's face falls and a light frown shows. "Lucy, that's not what I—" Santana says quietly but then she sees Lucy's red wet eyes and thought against of saying anything more. So instead, she musters her best smile and wraps her pinky around Lucy's. "Forever. You will always be my number one girl, Luce." They are both silently crying as the sun starts to slowly set in the autumn sky of Ohio.
The few weeks before winter break, Santana and Quinn were inseparable. At school, they never left each other's side—Santana stopped going to her practices and they both skipped gym just so they could lay under the oak tree at the park together. Every morning Santana would walk to Lucy's house and they would both walk to school together. Every night they would talk to each other for hours on the phone, talk about absolutely nothing which felt like everything. They would talk and talk until one of them yawns and says goodnight for the 100th time. With each day passing by, the numbers of when it was time to finally say goodbye was always on their mind.
And when the day finally came, they skipped school entirely and just sat under the oak tree at the park.
"How many more hours?" Lucy whispered. She was laying down with her head in Santana's lap and staring up at the girl wistfully.
"You should stop counting the hours, Luce. It's ruining the mood." Santana groans and thumps the back of her head on the tree.
"I'm sorry. It's just…everything feels like some horrible nightmare."
"I know. I wish time would freeze right now. Just me and you, here." Santana slowly closes her eyes to keep the tears that threatened to fall once again.
"Mmhm." Lucy responds. It's quiet for a while, as they both soak in the peace around them. "San?" Lucy breaks the silence.
"Yea?"
"What am I going to do without you?" Lucy sits up.
Santana opens her eyes and stares at the girl with soft eyes. Lucy furrows her eyebrows and stares at Santana. "You were always my knight in shining armor. Without you here, I'm doomed. Lost. Broken. Scared. Weak. And utterly hopeless."
Santana catches the lone tear that fell from her best friend's eye. "You have to be the strong person I know you are, Luce."
"Santana, I'm not strong. I can't..."
"You can." Santana looks at Lucy seriously. "I know you can stand up to those jerks who always pick on you. You just have to show them badass Lucy I know! The one that can watch the entire movie of The Exorcist without flinching!" Lucy laughs softly at Santana and falls back on to the grass.
"Maybe." Lucy sighs. "It's still going to be so lonely without you, San. It's like a whole part of me is going to be gone."
Santana lies next to Lucy on her sides. "I know. It's going to be hard not having you with me. I mean who am I going to go to when I need math help or analyzing a book?" Santana jokes lightly.
Lucy giggles. "It's so weird." Santana quirks an eyebrow. "We've been together for so long and it was always me and you. Me and you against the world." Lucy turns on her side and removes her glasses. "And now, it's like the world is trying to test us and push us a part." Lucy sighs.
"I'm going to miss having you a part of my life 24/7. I'll probably stare at my window expecting you to sneak in and realize that you're gone." Lucy's voice starts to shake.
Santana brushes a strand of red hair out of Lucy's face. "Luce, I have to tell you something." Santana says shakily as Lucy stares at her with questioning eyes.
"What is it?"
"I'm in l—" A ringing goes off, cutting off Santana. Santana sits up, Lucy following, and pulls out her cell phone and answers the call. "Hello? Yes, Dad. I know. Okay, I know. Dad, I got it!" Santana hangs up her phone and lets out a frustrated sigh.
"Everything alright?" Lucy places her hand gently on Santana's shoulder.
"Yes. No." Lucy raises her eyebrow at Santana. "It was just my Dad telling me that it's time to go." Lucy's hand falls off Santana's shoulder and the heaviness of reality finally sinks in.
"Oh." Lucy mutters.
"This fucking sucks. I hate this!" Santana jolts up with angry tears. "I just want to be with you." Santana cries softly.
Lucy wraps her arms around Santana and pulls her in close. "Me too. I'm going to miss you so much, Santana."
For a few more minutes, they stand there holding each other and crying. It wasn't until another call, from her mom this time, is when they start walking towards Lucy's house. When they finally reach Lucy's house, they stare at each other and tighten their grip on each other. In their minds, they both know what is supposed to be said next but are too afraid to say it.
"I don't think I can say it Lucy." Tears continue to fall.
"Me either." Lucy bites her lips and tries to calm her breathing. "I'm going to miss you so much. I love you, San."
Santana stares at Lucy with watery eyes. "I love you, so much, Lucy." Santana gives one last squeeze of their intertwined hands and then let's go. She starts walking away and Lucy watches her slowly go and it takes everything in her not to run and scream.
Lucy is surprised when Santana looks back and says, "We'll show the world, right Luce?" Lucy tilts her head not fully understanding the question. "That they can't push us a part. That it will always still be me and you against the world, right?" Those words hit Lucy like a ton of bricks as she starts to cry even harder. She nods her head to Santana and mouths 'Always'.
Santana gives one last watery smile at Lucy and then turns her gaze from the girl and starts running in the directions towards her house.
With each sound of Santana's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Lucy felt each beat of her heart painfully thudding. She slumps down her front door and cries. And cries. Until finally her mom finds her on the front step and pulls her inside the house gently.
When Santana got on the plane to San Francisco, California she sat at the window seat in first class, with her parents next to her. She stares out the window looking at the landscape forlornly. In her hand is a picture of her and Lucy. All that runs through her mind is when Lucy mouthed 'Always' to her.
"Always. You and me." She whispers and closes her eyes.
Santana always believed that she and Lucy could remain contact with each other. She believed in their forever. She believed that the world could suck it and that no matter what, she would still be inseparable with Lucy—always.
But life doesn't work like that, huh?