Chapter 4
Last night, I got served, a little bit too much, of that poison baby...
'Poison is right.' Santana thought grumpily to herself as she pressed skip for the millionth time that afternoon. No song seemed to fit her mood; her iPod didn't seem to have any songs that translated being angry at yours and your girlfriend's parents for fucking up your life last night.
Carrie Underwood had been the closest so far, but Santana hadn't been drinking, drunk on love maybe, but not alcohol. After waiting for what seemed like forever for Brittany to call or text the Latina had fallen into a fitful sleep. She woke up countless times wondering why she couldn't relax her mind.
Santana had no clue what the time was when she began frantically trying to get hold of Brittany. She was so scared that something had happened that she had nearly rung the Pierces house phone. She had reconsidered when she remembered that Abbie would have been woken, that mini Brittany was far too cute to disturb, although now that she thought about it, the route she chose to take in getting to Brittany may not have been the most sensible thing she had ever done.
At god knows what time, Santana had let her emotions and sleepiness run away with her. Unfortunately her heart decided that picking up her car keys and turning up at the beautiful blonde's house in the early hours was the best course of action. Inwardly she grudgingly conceded that her heart was a bad influence when she was afraid.
A dishevelled Mr Pierce had answered the door and practically exploded with irritation at the small Latina he found on his doorstep. Santana had groggily asked why Brittany hadn't called her to tell her goodnight and as if my magic Brittany had flown down the stairs and knocked her on her ass with the force of the hug she gave her.
The elation she felt at knowing Brittany was fine was short lived. Almost immediately after Santana had gotten up, questioning why Brittany's eyes were the size of golf balls from crying, Mrs Pierce's voice could be heard having a one sided conversation.
The two tired girls had both felt jolts of fear when they realised that Brittany's mother had called Santana's mother and shit was about to hit the fan. Tears sprang to Santana's eyes thinking about the events that followed that disgustingly rightful phone call.
Before either girl knew it Santana's furious parents were pulling up in a sleek BMW and marched purposefully into the Pierce house, silently followed by two scared and upset teenagers. One look from Brittany told Santana that she should keep schtum and just let the adults get their anger out. Boy was the blonde ever right, Santana thought.
The collection of royally pissed parents had proceeded to dismantle Santana and Brittany entire relationship. Apparently both of them had 'behaved unacceptably' Santana mimicked her father's annoying hand motions when he'd said that and Santana was not allowed to 'just turn up' at the Pierce home unannounced at 3 in the morning.
Santana had winced at the glares she had gotten when the time was mentioned, apparently Mrs Pierce's 'drop by any time' claim was false but she had bitten her tongue before her mouth could run and got her murdered in the process. She received a proud smile from Brittany for her obvious efforts to remain silent, however this smile was taken entirely the wrong way by all the parental figures in the room.
Mr Pierce immediately assumed that his daughter had thrown a hissy fit in order to get permission to have Santana over and subsequently sneak her into Florida. Santana got the distinct impression that she wasn't the only one whose brain malfunctioned without enough kip.
The two wives in the room had shared a wide eyed glance before scolding their daughters on their lack of decorum; apparently Brittany had invited Santana over for sex. Both girls had blushed at that point, but it was definitely out of awkwardness rather than the silent confession he two older women took it as.
Mr Lopez although clearly the ringleader of the 'Ruin Santana and Brittany's Lives' Brigade, was the only one to ask for an honest explanation for the nights events. Santana sighed into her empty room as she pin pointed that fateful question as the point where the situation could have been manipulated to her favour.
Unfortunately both Santana and Brittany had never been known to think well (or at all) when confronted by questions while suffering from lack of sleep. Two garbled explanations of their actions later and it was unanimously decided by the parents that the two girls would be separated from that point on.
Through the haze of exhaustion Brittany had clearly taken that announcement to mean that Santana would never be allowed back and had leapt into the lap of an equally tired Latina, clinging to her with all her might.
Santana stretched her neck out slowly almost relishing the ache in her muscles where her terrified girlfriend had squeezed way to hard. Brittany really did not know her own strength sometimes, Santana chuckled at the thought or her dancer girlfriend accidently throwing Rachel across the stage once. That was a good day.
Now Santana was stuck in her room wandering how on earth the adults had managed to pry Brittany away from her body long enough to extract Santana from the house and shove her into the passenger seat of her papa's car.
A flash of Blonde hair was the last thing she's seen before the car was reversing fast and burning rubber towards her home. Now the Latina was still under her duvet after sleeping for nearly nine hours making it nearly 1pm. Her eyes sting a little when she feels the time slipping away until Brittany leaves for three weeks.
According to their parents the Santana and Brittany were not allowed to see each other face to face now until Brittany returned from Florida. Santana let out an animalistic growl at the unjust ruling made by judges who clearly had no clue about anything. A shout from outside her door broke her out of her angry reverie.
"Santana, don't make me scrape you off that mattress!" Her Mami's voice shot through her like a knife making her shiver with anger. Instantly Santana felt ashamed, she knew it was not right to feel so much hate towards a loved one who was only trying to 'help' in a weird, twisted and life altering way.
"Santana?" Her mother demanded and the door handle started to dip causing Santana to leap out of bed and scramble for sweats, thanking god she'd kept her t-shirt from last night on.
"What Mami!" Santana snapped more hatefully than she had intended. She looked up cautiously and froze at the look of pure fury on her mother's face. She definitely knew where she got her own fire from that's for sure.
"Don't you what me Santana Lopez you immature little girl, as if you have any right to speak to me that way after what you did last night!" Mrs Lopez said heatedly.
"All I did was go and check on my girlfriend." Santana said in an overly calm voice hoping her mother would calm down. No such luck.
"At 3am, had she been abducted by aliens, had she phoned for help or were you just being petulant?" Her mother mocked hurtfully. Santana was shocked at how much her mother's anger and disappointment actually hurt and she recoiled slightly. "Well?" Mrs Lopez demanded her hands on her hips.
"She didn't call." Santana was surprised by how timid she sounded but her mother only seemed buoyed by her weakness.
"Oh so she misses one little phone call and you go all Tarzan on us, you clearly have no idea how a real relationship works." Her mother huffed clearly not seeing her daughters eyes begin to sparkle with anger.
As someone who had had to come to terms with their sexuality, then being in love with someone, then fucking up multiple times and only just managing to be in love properly a few months back, Santana was appalled that her own mother couldn't see just how real her relationship was. She did everything in her power to love Brittany in the right way and not lie or hurt her in any way. To be told that none of that was real lit a fire that was about to burn out of control.
"Right, so if you and Papa had just gotten really bad news you wouldn't be scared if he didn't call you to say goodnight like he usually does!" Santana hissed her voice quiet and full of disgust as she stalked towards her mother.
"I wouldn't have to be because he is an adult and I would know to give him space, something you girls evidently have no concept of." Mrs Lopez retorted trying to keep control of the situation.
"She didn't need space she needed comfort you saw that." No sooner had Santana got the words out than her mother started shaking her head emphatically.
"Her parents were dealing with her, she didn't need you." That was the final straw for Santana and pure red clouded her vision and radiated throughout her body.
"SHE FUCKING NEEDED ME!" Santana screamed into her mother's resigned face. Taking a deep shocked breath and a step back Santana tried to calm herself down while her mother just looked on disappointedly.
"This is exactly why you two are banned from seeing each other Santana, you need to grow up and be mature about separation, you won't always be with her." Santana looked up in shock at the implication but only saw her door click shut after her mother.
"God fucking damn it!" Santana murmured blinking her eyes hard as if they could wipe away the last few minutes. Her mind was screaming for revenge, against what she didn't know, but her heart was screaming for comfort from only one source.
Running around her bed she snatched up her phone and dialled the one person who could brighten up her worst day.
Brittany jumped when her phone buzzed noisily on her desk and she shot it an annoyed look before seeing the caller and frantically reaching to accept the call.
"San." Brittany choked out her throat sore from all the crying she'd done the night before.
"Hey baby how are you feeling?" Brittany debated whether or not to grill her girlfriend on why she sounded so utterly despondent but quickly decided to ease into it. Santana never liked to be pushed.
"I'm okay I guess, I miss you though." Brittany said letting her own sadness shine through in her tone. She could hear Santana breathing heavily at the other end of the line and she couldn't contain her thoughts any longer. "San, you sound awful what's wrong?" She asked gritting her teeth and praying that she hadn't gone too far too fast she knew Santana could be volatile better than anybody.
"I just... miss you I want to see you." Santana breathed out and Brittany exhaled fast knowing that she had lost the battle but she stayed silent to see if Santana would come through with the real reason for her emotional state.
"Britt?" Came the strong tone laced with worry and Brittany's heart clenched at the thought of her girlfriend worrying unnecessarily.
"I'm here." She reassured the obviously fragile Latina.
"I had a fight with my Mami." Brittany smiled at how easily Santana admitted that, last year she would have been fucking Puck long before she talked to her best friend about her feelings.
"About us?" Brittany guessed and by the choking sound on the other end she knew she was right. "Oh San what did she say?" Brittany asked as gently but firmly as possible.
"The bitch said our relationship isn't real!" Santana's irate voice came flying loudly into her ear making Brittany jerk the phone away in surprise.
"San, did you just call her a..." She trailed off unable to finish her sentence she still couldn't quite believe what she'd heard.
"Yes I did," Santana sounded just as upset by that as Brittany felt, "because she doesn't even see us lasting." Brittany gasped at the notion.
"Do you believe her?" Brittany couldn't help but be unsure, Santana looked up to her Mami more than anyone else.
"How can you ask me that after all we've been through?" Santana sounded on the verge of tears and Brittany rushed to take it all back.
"I'm sorry San I just got scared; I know that you know that we're a forever thing. I want a hug." Brittany pouted as she imagined Santana's safe arms wrapped around her.
"I want a hug too Britt." Santana chuckled back. Brittany breathed a sigh of relief, crisis averted.
"I can't see you 'til we get back though." She said still pouting and wishing Santana could be with her in more than just spirit.
"Oh I don't know I think I might have a little tiny plan." Brittany gasped and clapped her hand on her thigh in excitement. Santana sounded devious, devious Santana is so hot.
"Yay Spantana's back." Brittany laughed at the huff she heard her girlfriend emit at the other end.
"Britt, you know I hate that name." Santana grumbled good naturedly and Brittany was happy to have her normal girlfriend back for a bit.
"I don't get why; it's a great mash up of spy and Santana." Brittany said like it should be obvious but grinning as she taunted her girlfriend. She could practically hear Santana's eyes rolling.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing Britt." Santana sounded miffed at Brittany's sneaky ways but the blonde knew she found it funny anyway. She could hear the smile in her voice.
"I think that I don't know what you think I'm doing." Brittany's eyebrows scrunched up as she followed her own words, it was so worth it to hear Santana's boisterous laugh. She only wished it didn't have to be through a phone.
"Uh huh, moving swiftly on, you wanna hear my plan?" Brittany squealed bouncing around, happy for the first time in two days. It was just a shame they only had one more day before Brittany would be catching a plane to Florida on Monday.
The last chapter did take me forever to post so I thought I'd make amends and post this earlier. I'm adding a little bit of fluff because I can't seem to do without it same as my reviewers. Thank you for those reviews they were very inspirational.