Hello there!
My real Name is Not Teddie, But I am Swedish.
This is my first FanFic ever, and I have no clue of what I'm doing, so Please be nice. ;)
I wish you would stop looking into my soul.
Santana was sitting at the dock, feet dangling just above the water. Hands attached to the edge of the dock on each side of her legs. She was staring off into the sunset, beside her stood a bottle of tequila not yet opened.
She had taken the flask and proceeded to open it more than a few times during the evening, but every time she put it down again before she could put that little extra power in her hand movement to twist the cap open.
She was so lost in her own world that she hadn't noticed the person sitting down next to her.
"Hey" the person next to her said, acknowledging her presence. Santana kept looking out over the water of the lake. She said nothing. It wasn't needed, they both new that Santana would talk when she was ready to do so.
They just sat there, in silence, watching as the sun slowly disappeared behind the forest on the other side of the lake.
"They kicked me out" Santana finally said, her voice never wavering.
The person beside her didn't respond. she knew she didn't have to, not right now. Santana would give her a sign when she needed her to take part in her conversation.
Minutes passed by, they just sat there staring out over the lake. Santana lost in her own world, and the woman besides her waiting for her to come back.
Santana grabbed the Tequila bottle again. She was afraid, afraid that is she told the truth once again. She would be treated whit the same reaction, maybe even worse this time. How could she tell her? How could she ever tell the woman beside her that her parents kicked her out because they found out she had been sleeping with her daughter. How could she tell her that she had made the dirty with their innocent little girl?
The thought of Brittany maid her eyes start to water.
Brittany… what if Mr. and Mrs. Peirce found out, and they decided to throw Brittany out as well? She would be devastated. She could never handle losing her family. Santana couldn't let that happen.
Her hands around the bottle tightened their grip.
But once again Santana couldn't bring herself to open the bottle. A hand came up besides hers, palm open signalizing to hand the bottle over.
"We both know that if you haven't opened it by now, you won't, at least not tonight, so hand it over." The woman said.
Santana knew it was true. She had been out here for hours and if she hadn't downed the bottle by now, she never would.
She handed over the bottle. Never meeting the woman's eyes, she was scared that if she did, she would see right into her soul. And then she would know everything.
Santana took a deep breath, considering her options. She knew that she couldn't lie to Mrs. Pierce. The woman could tell when she lied just as good as Brittany could. It scared Santana a bit. The Powers the Pierce ladies seemed to have over her.
"You know I don't want to push you to talk to me, But Brittany has been crying nonstop since she came home from school, and I know you are the only one who can fix her." A hand came up and rested on Santana's shoulder. "She told me everything Santana."
For the first time that night, Santana's head snapped around and she looked up at the blond woman beside her, her eyes growing wide.
"Sh-She told you?" Santana stammered out, her voice about to crack.
"Yes, Honey, she told me everything" the blond woman said pulling the now sobbing girl into her arms. "She told me everything and I'm so proud of you honey, I'm so proud of you for sticking up for yourself."Santana was gripping at Mrs. Pierce shirt, holding on for dear life as she cried, letting her world fall apart. Mrs. Pierce just held her and told her everything would be okay. She was safe and no one would hurt her.
Santana should have known. She should have known that Mrs. Pierce wouldn't judge her. She should have gone there straight away. She should have known they would treat her like real parents should, with all the love they could muster. She should have known, for the Pierce's had been more of a family to her then her own ever was.
After what seemed forever, Santana's tears started to dry out. She tried to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down, but she still hiccupped a little. "You're not mad" she finally got herself to ask.
Because even though Mrs. Pierce was the kindest person in the world, well she might have to share that tittle with Brittany, she still felt a bit insecure after that day's events.
"Mad? Why would I be mad, sweetie? You can't change who you are, and even if you could, why would you? You are perfect just the way you are."
"But I... I mean... Britt..." Santana started sobbing again.
"Shh, I know, I know..." Mrs. Pierce held the crying girl even closer if that was possible. "why would I be mad about you and Brittany? You have taken care of her forever, I see how happy you make her, we all see how happy you make her, how could I ever be mad at you for that?" Mrs. Pierce looked into Brown eyes and gave her a reassuring smile
Santana didn't have an answer. She just sat there, trying to take it all in. trying to understand what just happened.
As the person beside her gave her shoulders a squeeze before standing up and telling her "come on" Santana blinked a few times, trying to get herself back to the real world. Somehow her body seemed to function without her brain because she somehow pulled herself up and followed after the older Pierce. They reached the car and Santana climbed into the passenger seat on autopilot.
The car had been driving for a few minutes Santana seemed to snap out of it.
"Where are we going?" she suddenly asked
"I'm taking you home honey." the woman beside her said.
"But I can't go home, they threw me out." Santana said panic in her eyes.
"I meant my home and now also your home, our home" Mrs. Pierce said, looking over at Santana with one of those famous Pierce smiles.
Our home… Santana let the words play over and over in her head. She closed her eyes and a memory of a smiling Brittany lying on her bed flashed over her. The Smiling girl then reached over and threaded their fingers together, saying: I wish you could live here San, I wish it was our home… because that means you would never have to leave me...
Santana was nudged out of her memory when the car came to a stop. They had arrived at the Pierce resident. She barely made it out of the car before she was tackled to the ground by a crying Brittany.
"I'm so sorry San, I love you so much, I'm so sorry"
Santana wrapped her arms around her girlfriend and hearing her say those 3 special words were all it took before the floodgate to her tears opened up again and the two laid in a crying heap on the grass beside the Pierce's driveway.
Mr. Pierce came out and wrapped an arm around his wife. "Come on honey, let's go inside" He looked over at his daughter and her girlfriend wrapped up in each other crying on his lawn.
"But the kids, we can't just leave them there, it's getting late and it's starting to be cold"
"I'll wrap them up in a blanket if they are still out here in an hour" Mr. Pierce said, kissing his wife on the temple. Mrs. Pierce took one last glance at the girls before she let her husband led her inside.
Mr. Pierce held his promise. One hour later he went out and wrapped the now sleeping girls, up in a few thick blankets. It was the beginning of summer and he knew they would be fine there for the night, he was afraid that if he tried to move them or if he woke them up. The crying party would start all over again, and right now they looked somewhat content just lying there grabbing hold of each other like there was no tomorrow.