Author's Note: So you guys seemed to really like it so I am decided to do a second chapter. Please review and read my other stuff. It means a lot that you guys like this! Here is the link to my twitter feel free to follow me; I post about glee and writing a lot. /#!/cshaw221
The red mustang pulled into the driveway of Brittany's house. The driveway had previously been empty which made both girls happy. Santana was not ready to see anyone else, let alone Brittany's parents. She knew that they would be thrilled, they loved Santana like another daughter and Santana loved them as if they were her parents. But after everything that had gone on, all Santana wanted to do was to be alone with Brittany.
They walked into Brittany's house and then into the kitchen, where Santana got a bottle of water. She felt a little sick; everything was still a blur, only an hour or so ago her life was great. But now, she felt completely broken. Brittany's hand had not left hers since they got out of the car. Santana was extremely happy about that, as she heard in the back of her head a slight cry for whatever pills were upstairs in the bathroom. That little voice that wanted whatever it could get its hands on to get rid of the pain, the anguish that filled her.
Brittany noticed Santana looking at the block of knives that sat on the kitchen counter. "San." She said and the Latina looked back at her. The blue eyes were a deep ocean blue color, with a thin layer of tears covering them. Santana hated seeing Brittany looking like that. She quickly shook her head, trying to get that voice to shut up. She didn't want the voice crying out like it was, telling her she could make all this pain stop now.
Brittany tugged a little of the hand in hers, pulling her out of the kitchen. She knew she would have to keep an eye on Santana for a little bit. But she knew as much pain as Santana was in now, once their families knew and were excepting of it, Santana would be happier than Brittany had ever seen her. They sat down on the couch, Santana leaning into Brittany and they turned on the TV.
Finding Nemo was playing and they both watched intently as they both loved the movie, although Santana would never admit it. Brittany played with some of Santana's hair. About halfway through the movie, the front door opened and closed, pulling Santana out of her trance from the movie.
"Hi girls." Brittany's mom greeted them walking past them and then made her way up the stairs.
Santana looked over at the blonde behind her, Brittany's eyes had closed and from the way she was breathing Santana knew that she was pretty much asleep. Carefully, Santana moved trying her best not to disturb her. Quietly she made her way upstairs where she knew she could find a couple of pills. That voice in her head would not shut up, and she hoped taking two or three would calm it down.
She made her way up the stairs and to the hall bathroom. It had a door connected to the master bedroom as the Peirce's did not want to leave drugs in their daughters' bathroom. The medicine cabinet had an average amount of medicine all with children safe caps. Santana pulled out the aspirin and opened up the lid. She tilted the bottle into her hand, allowing a couple of pills to fall out. Right as she was about to pop them, the door opened and Susan Peirce walked in.
"Oh sorry honey." She said as she saw Santana. "Are you okay?" She asked after seeing the bottle in her hand.
Santana turned away from the taller blonde. "Yeah, just a headache." Santana muttered and popped two pills in her mouth.
"How was your mash-off? Brittany mentioned something about doing Adele and that you had a solo."
"Fine." Santana muttered. She didn't want to be rude, as she loved the woman as if she was her mother, but she was not ready to tell her.
"Are you sure you are okay?" She asked taking another step towards Santana, forcing the girl to look the older woman in the eyes. "Santana, were you crying?"
Santana wanted to look away but she couldn't. She didn't know what to say, she managed to put the bottle down behind her. She nodded slightly. She felt her eyes watering again, she hated this feeling and it had kept overcoming her today.
"What happened?" She asked her voice full of concern. Santana bit her bottom lip, and did not say anything. "Is this about you and Brittany?" Susan's voice was both sweet and concerned.
Santana looked up at the older woman. "You know?" She asked unsurely, and then Susan nodded. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
Susan thought for a second. Her and her husband had known for a long time about her daughter and Santana's relationship. "We didn't care." Santana looked away from her. "We are just so thrilled that you girls found someone that you love as much as you two love each other. Santana couldn't help it as tears began to fall down her checks. Susan glanced over at the pill bottle on the counter. "Santana?" Her voice was now full of concern. The Latina noticed this change in tone and looked back at her girlfriend's mother. "You weren't…" she started. "You weren't planning on overdosing, were you?" Her voice was shaking; she loved the girl in front of her so much. But she knew how passionate Santana could be, and she knew what that could lead to.
Santana didn't know what to say, she could never lie to Susan Peirce, she was like another mother to her. Instead she took a couple of strides wrapping her arms around the older woman's neck. Susan wrapped her arms around Santana's waist. As they stood there, Santana couldn't stop the tears that began to pour down her face.
Susan rubbed her back, whispering words into Santana's ear, trying to comfort the crying girl. She was still not sure what had happened, but she figured Santana had been outed. She did not want to push Santana, but she figured when the time was right she would be told what had happened.
Santana pulled away an inch or two and Susan held her by the arms, causing Santana to look into the blues eyes that were identical to Brittany's. "You know we love you?" Susan kept her voice as calm as she could keep it, as she tried her hardest not to cry as well. Santana nodded. "And whatever happens, you know we will be here for you."
Santana felt another wave of emotions overcome her and she hugged Susan again. "Thank you." She whispered.
A knock on the door pulled them out of a silence that had formed. "San?" Brittany's voice was quiet and worried.
Santana wiped her eyes. "Come on in Britt." Santana said, pulling away from Susan.
The door opened slowly and Brittany came in a little unsurely. "What's going on?" She asked, seeing the way her mom was looking at her.
"Santana and I were just talking." Susan said, wiping her eyes.
"I told your mom about us." Santana said, holding her hand out to Brittany who took it in hers.
"You did?" A smile formed on Brittany's face.
"Yeah and when I go home, I will tell my parents." Santana said after taking a deep breath.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"Thanks, but I think I should do it myself." Brittany nodded and then hugged Santana.
"Well, how about we go downstairs and we bake some of the cookies that we have in the freezer." Susan said and Santana walked out of the bathroom. Brittany began to make her way out when her mother grabbed her arm slightly. "I want you to keep a careful eye on Santana for a little bit." She said quietly so that Santana wouldn't over hear.
"Don't worry I will." Brittany said and then she walked out of the room. Susan put the lid back on top of the bottle of pills and then took the pain killers out and moved them into a drawer in her bedroom. A couple of minutes later she joined the girls downstairs in the kitchen.
Author's Note: So I know this is a little short but I wanted to get this up here soon. I will definitely have a third chapter and I will go from there to see if I want to continue it even more.