Disclaimers: I do not own the show Glee or any of it's characters. If I did. I would follow god damn story lines.
I also do not own Katy Perry.
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As Santana walked into her dark home late that afternoon, the distinct sound of her mother's crying made her freeze on the doorstep.
"Mom?" She called out, but there was no response. "Mom!" She called a little louder, stepping fully inside the house and walking slowly towards the sound. She followed the sound all the way up to her parents bedroom where she found her mother, curled up in a fetal position on the bed, sobs cracking through her frame.
"Mom?" Santana stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on her mom's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Your father he-" Her mother's raw voice cracked and went silent.
Santana's spine straightened almost painfully fast and her right hand clenched into a fist at her side, automatically assuming the worst. "What did he do mom." She spoke through gritted teeth.
Her mom looked up and their eyes connected. "He left." She took in a shaky breath. "He's left us, and asked for a divorce."
Santana's shoulders dropped slightly, thankful that her mom wasn't physically harmed but also immediately wondering how her mom's part time job would be able the support the now family of three.
"Where's Naya?" She questioned quietly.
Her mother shrugged and rolled to face the other way. Panic alarms rang loudly in Santana's head as she spun and ran down the hallway, checking Naya's room only to find it empty. She turned and bolted down the stairs, crashing out the back door and glancing around frantically. The tree house swing swayed gently in the wind but there was still no sign of Naya. Spinning once again she raced to the driveway, pulling out her cell phone as she went. She dialed quickly and brought the phone up to her ear.
"Hey S, I was just gonna text you, do you-"
"Quinn, Naya's gone again." Santana cut off Quinn's question.
"I'll look at the park." Was all Quinn said before the line went dead.
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Santana searched the streets, desperately looking for a glimpse of the smaller latina. This happened every time her parents fought, at the first shout Naya was out the door and trying to escape the yelling. Santana understood the need to escape but she still wished that the girl would come to her rather than running away. The only downfall to that plan was that Santana had cheerios practice every day after school, so she couldn't be around all the time.. Santana had even briefly considered quitting the cheerios just so that she could be there for Naya every day after school.
The chorus of Firework by Katy Perry rang through the car and Santana quickly reaching over and answered the ringing cell phone.
"Yes." She said quickly."
"S, she's here." Quinn said quietly. "I have her, now don't kill yourself speeding over here." But the head cheerios warning fell on deaf ears as Santana immediately accelerated the vehicle and sped off in the direction of the city park.
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Santana pulled into the parking lot and threw the car into park, making it out of the vehicle at record speed, already running towards the distant figures of a blonde and a brunette. As she approached Quinn stepped forward, placing a hand on Santana's shoulder and halting her advances.
"Santana, breathe. She's okay, everything's okay."
Santana looked over Quinn's shoulder at her younger sister sitting on the swing set, scuffing her tennis shoe in the dirt. "It's not Q, not this time." Santana said softly.
Quinn didn't ask any questions, she just nodded and pulled Santana into a brief hug. "Go talk to her. I'll be waiting by the cars if you need anything."
Santana took a deep breathe and walked forward, sitting down on the swing beside Naya, swinging gently and remaining quiet. Naya glanced over, her small eyes puffy and red. "He's gone San, Daddy's gone." She spoke barely above a whisper.
"I know kiddo, but we'll be okay. You'll be okay, I promise." Santana reached over and took Naya's hand into her own, brushing her thumb over the smooth skin on the back of the smaller girl's hand.
Naya smiled weakly. "I know... I'm just scared."
"Don't be scared Nay. Being scared only keeps you from doing what you need to do. Trust me, I know.. I've been scared my whole life." Santana paused. "But I promise you that we'll be okay. I'll make sure of it."
"I know you will San." Naya smiled at her older sister.
"But seriously Nay, you have gotta stop running away like this. One of these times I'm going to have a heart attack and my untimely death will be all your fault." Santana teased gently.
Naya giggled softly but nodded. "Come on." She stood, pulling Santana along. "Let's go home and make mommy dinner."
Santana smiled and kissed the top of Naya's head. "Alright, let's go."
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That night Santana lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She had finally gotten Naya to go to sleep and her mom was still locked away in her bedroom crying. Santana sighed loudly and sat up, staring at her unpacked bag, before standing up to begin packing. She couldn't believe that by this time tomorrow she'd be in New York, well, all of New Directions would be. She was excited, but at the same time, Nationals couldn't be happening at a worse time. What would happen if Naya ran away again? Santana couldn't do anything about that when she was miles away. What if her mother needed her? There was so many what-if's. Those two simple words seemed to define her entire life lately. But all she could do was support her team at Nationals and call home every day, praying that nothing would happen that would make her abandon her team. Santana yawned and shoved the last sweater she could fit in her bag and zipped it closed, yawning loudly once again. She fell down on top of the covers and let all of her worries slip away as sleep overtook her body.
Alright so, I know what you're thinking. This is a Pezberry story? Where's the Pezberry? They're coming soon, worry not my readers. This chapter was necessary for the plot though, but please hang in there. :)