3rd Person
"Santana this is good for you, for us, as a family" Maria Lopez told her only daughter softly.
"Mom, family therapy is not the answer to our 'no-communication' problem" Santana said in an irritated voice in response to her mother.
"You know what? Maybe it's not, but can you just do it this once for your father and me? It would mean so much to us…" Maria looked at Santana sympathetically.
"It really would, princess" Jeremy Lopez said, trying to convince the defiant teen.
"Fine" She told her parents in an extremely flat and monotone voice.
Santana's POV
Why the hell am I doing this? I thought to myself. Oh right, because my parents think we never talk. Ever since I quit the Cheerios my parents think I have a million problems, maybe it's because I'm not spending every waking moment of my life obeying Coach Sylvester and they actually see me on a regular basis. In all honesty, I do have one problem that could equal up to one million if you squinted. I am a lesbian. A closeted one at that…the only person that knows is Brittany. It is so hard to pretend that I'm straight when my mom points out "attractive" boys around town. I mean, yeah they're nice looking, but not for me. My parents don't exactly know about my track record of sleeping with almost every guy I meet, but they know that I usually have some kind of arm candy or boyfriend. They are constantly asking me 'What happened to that nice Sam boy?' or Puck and sometimes Finn. I just answer with 'Were just friends now'. Which isn't a lie, at all…well maybe for Finn, we kind of hate each other's guts. My folks aren't complete idiots; they just know something is up so that's why I'm here. But that crazy lady ain't getting anything out of me.
We all walked quietly into a fancy looking black marble building. As we strode inside, my parents exchanged glances that meant things that I didn't know, probably about me in one way or another. "Mr. Lopez" the receptionist gestured to my dad "Mrs. Lopez" she did that same for my mom "Welcome back! I see you have a third edition to your party today" She smiled a very toothy smile. Yeah, some party this is, I thought to myself.
My father smiled proudly as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder "Yes we do, our beautiful daughter, Santana" I tried my best to force a smile. "Well, hopefully you find this place to your liking and comfort" the receptionist stated in an I-really-could-care-less-if-you-like-it-here-but-I-get-paid-well-so-I"ll-say-shit-like-this-anyway voice. We all sat in cushioned seats and read old copied of People magazine.
"Jeremy, Maria, I can take you now" a dark haired woman that looked about 50 said in a soft voice. I got up tentatively, not wanting to do this at all. "Oh" the woman smiled nicely "Is this your daughter?" I nodded. She smiled at me "Dr. Hart". Of course that's your name, I thought. "Santana" I shook back managing a half smiled and a fake happy voice.
"Well don't be strangers you three! Come in, come in!"
3rd Person
"Dr. Hart, could I speak with you for a minute before we begin?" Maria asked quietly. "Of course" they stepped out of the office, closing the door behind them.
"I wanted to see if you could talk to Santana for us, you don't have to tell Jeremy and I what she said, but I need to know that she has an adult to speak with" Maria asked as a small tear fell from the corner of her eye. "What is it that upsets you about this?" Dr. Hart asked, noticing Mrs. Lopez's tears. "Joann" She used Dr. Hart's name "she has been so distant since the beginning of the year. She quit cheerleading and now that I see her, I've noticed how much of different girl she has become since high school started. We try, we really do, but she just doesn't have anything to say to us. I think she might feel comfortable talking to someone who can work around her emotions and get her to talk about anything that may be wrong." Maria told the psychiatrist.
"Don't worry darling, I deal with this a lot. Do you want me to start off by talking to her today?" Joann asked in an understanding voice. Maria nodded.
The two entered the room quietly to find Santana engrossed in texting and Jeremy looking solemnly out the large window.
Santana's POV
My mom walked over to me and gave me a soft smile before patting my knee. "Dr. Hart is going to talk with you privately for a little while" I began to hyperventilate, I can't do this! "Mom" I said through gritted teeth "No" I finished. "Santana, I'm putting my foot down. This is what's best for you, please. Just please, do this." If she was putting her foot down, then why did she feel the need to plead her case? I just looked at her and rolled my eyes "Fine, I'll do it." She smiled happily "Thank you sweetheart."
After my parents left the room, Dr. Hart motioned to the comfy looking chair across from her. I moved, defeated, to the seat. "So, Santana, tell me about yourself" Dr. Hart asked me.
"What do you want to know?" I replied.
"What do you like to do, at school or in your free time?" the question was so generic, but it never supplied an ordinary answer.
"Uhm, I like to sing, I'm in my school's Glee Club" I half smiled at the memories of the terribly mis-matched, dysfunctional family that in secret, meant the world to me.
"Very good, singing is great outlet for teens these days" she said happily. Outlet? What the hell? She saw my confusion and elaborated "you know, it's an outlet because so many of today's artists like to really connect to their listeners and sometimes a song can express a lot more than talking to someone ever can."
"Yeah"
"You're mother said you quit cheerleading earlier this year" of course she did "why is that, Santana?"
"I-well…the coach wasn't very…caring of the girls on the squad. So, me and my friends quit in respect for ourselves and the Glee Club." Did I really just say that?
"If it was the right decision for you, then I respect you taking action for yourself" she smiled "Now, you said you quit along with your friends? Tell me about them." She looked deeply into my eyes.
"Uh..well their names are Quinn and " I paused gulping "Brittany. We Quinn isn't exactly my friend but uhm, Brittany is." Images of the girl I loved passed through my mind rapidly and I blinked back tears, knowing that we were on a brink, the brink of not being friends at all. Whenever I have been given the chance to be with her, I back out…and she was getting tired of it.