So, as you can see, I am a huge fan of Glee. I am a particularly huge fan of the Brittana relationship for various reasons. Since recent story lines have been screwed over I thought I'd try and help this fandom witness true love through these words, since it is no longer available for us on the television screen (for now). With that I would also like to say that a lot of details in this story are personal experiences. I will be portraying some life obstacles I have faced through the eyes of Santana Lopez. Not everything is something I have personally gone through and I would be more than happy to answer questions on which things actually happened and which didn't.
I know this is just the introduction but I really hope you enjoy it because I will be writing the rest of this story in this format. I hope you're ready for the journey. It'll be one filled with a lot of Drama, Angst, Laughs, and of course Romance.
Thanks so much and Enjoy!
Prelude
"You can't do this to me! I just started here!" I couldn't believe this was happening. They knew how hard it was for me to start in a new place. I barely just got used to my current high school.
"Santana, it's out of our hands now. It's my job we're talking about hija. What do you want me to do about it?" I couldn't believe my dad right now! Do they not remember the months I spent, couped up in my room? Not going to football games, pep rallies, or our first two dances of the school year. The only reason I broke out of my shell second semester was because of my best friend, Chelsey. We've been best friends for about 4 years now but it's felt like forever. And now, they were taking me away from her, away from my home, this familiar place.
I let out a frustrated sigh because I really had no idea what to do. I had one last fight in me.
"But daddy, please." It came out a little more defeated than I planned. I was fighting a war I would never win.
He looked at me with apologetic eyes. I know he wasn't doing this to me on purpose.
"I'm sorry carino, but there's nothing more to do." He gave me one last look before he walked out the door. I collapsed on my bed and immediately burst into a fit of hysterical sobs. I don't know how long I cried for but eventually it subsided.
My phone started to ring on my nightstand. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone but I was curious to see who was calling me. I looked at the picture and started to tear up again. It was Chelsey. I had to tell her. I slid my thumb across the screen to answer.
I let out a choked up ,"Hello," followed by a few sniffles.
"San, what's wrong?" I sniffed a few more times and took a long deep breath.
"Chels, I'm-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before my sobs came out.
"San, your starting to really scare me. What's going on?" She sounded really concerned. Although Chels and I have been friends for a while, we weren't those super clingy or touchy feely best friends. It's not like we didn't get along, it's the exact opposite actually. She is like my sister. We can be complete idiots around each other and it would be completely normal. We just never really liked to get emotional over things or have 'serious' conversations. It was an unspoken agreement that it made us both uncomfortable. So to have me crying hysterically over the phone and to have her worrying about me, meant that we were about to have the most serious conversation we've ever had.
"Breathe, please San. Just take deep breaths, girl and talk to me slowly, okay?" I nodded even though I know she couldn't see me.
I squeaked out a 'k' and proceeded to calm myself down. When I controlled my erratic breathing and only a couple tears flowed freely, I managed to finally speak.
"Chelsey," I took a long deep breath because if I didn't I'd probably pass out.
"I'm moving."
Not just moving a town over or an hour away. I was moving too butt fuck nowhere.
Lima fuckin Ohio