Author's Note: I do not own Glee or anything else mention in this fanfic, so please don't sue me.
A reminder that this fanfic is darker than my other fanfics.
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When Santana got home from school on Tuesday she wasn't surprised to see her parents had returned home, although she wished they hadn't. But, that's all that it was a wish. When she found that just her mother was home, her father was at the hospital working "Hi Mom," Santana said trying to hide all disappointment of her parents return.
"Oh. Hi Santana, how was your weekend?"
Santana debated whether or not she should tell a sliver of truth about her weekend, she decided that she would, but leave out the major points. "It was fine. I did my homework, went for a run, hung out with some friends."
The older Latina narrowed her eyes, "Not just Brittany?"
Santana shook her head, "Actually I didn't hang out with Brittany. I hung out with Quinn, and some friends from the Glee club."
Her mother nodded her head in approval. "It's good that you're branching out. Brittany isn't the kind of girl that will get you anywhere in life."
This made Santana furious, her mother was so easy to judge, but never be judged. "What does that mean?" the young girl asked furiously.
"Calm down Santana. What I mean is Brittany, isn't very smart."
"Not everyone is book-smart Mom!"
"I understand that honey, but well… I have also heard some rather disturbing rumors."
Santana felt her heart beating the speed of light. "What kind of rumors?" Santana asked as calmly as possible.
"I am so sorry honey, but I heard that Brittany is gay, or some other disgusting label. The point is that she has been sleeping with a girl, and those kinds of people aren't people you should associate yourself with, so I don't want you to see her anymore."
That was it. That last comment was what had tipped the scale. Santana wasn't going to be in her parents' judgmental presence anymore. She wasn't going to stay here in this hateful house, especially since she had at least one other place to go. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"Santana, you father and I have warned you-"
"Warned?" Santana let out a viscous "HA!" "How about lectured?"
"Either way you shouldn't be associating yourself with those kinds of people."
"Why?"
"Santana, you know that people who make those kinds of decisions-"
"You think that being gay, or trans is a choice?" Santana was letting it all out; she wasn't going to hide in fear. "Do you realize how absurd that sounds mom? Why would anyone chose be a part of a minority?"
"Well… Hollywood makes that kind of lifestyle appear to be so glamorous, when it's actually disgusting. What I don't get is why you are acting this way?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "Because according to your beliefs I should rot in hell, or be burned at the stake."
"What are you saying honey?"
Santana took a deep breathe, this was it. "I'm saying, Mom, I'm gay. That girl you heard about, the one who slept with Brittany, yeah that was me, and I'm in love with her." Santana could see the rage building in her mother; she knew she had to distract her mother before she got hurt. "And if you lay a hand on me, for being who I am or not living up to your standards, I will call the police and you will go to jail."
The older Latina clenched her teeth and narrowed her eyes in anger before she spoke. "I think it will be a good for you to pack your things and leave, before you father returns from the hospital in a few hours." The older Latina spoke slowly, but every word was covered in disdain, hatred, disgust, and betrayal.
"Fine by me."
When Santana got into her room, she closed the door, and locked it; she wasn't going to allow her mother to prevent her from escaping. She pulled open one of her desk drawers, in which was a list and a key to a safe. Santana knew, deep down, that her parents always had a chance of finding out that there daughter was a lesbian, so devised a plan in case that ever happened. Part one of the plan was to buy a safe, and a large set of luggage; the next part of the plan was to make a packing lists, one was if she had less than an hour to pack, and the other was if she had a reasonable time to pack, thankfully she did. Since then she has been saving her money and kept it locked in the safe, she had actually save up a lot. She quickly empty the safe of its contents and had packed all of her belongs into her luggage, backpack, and Cheerios bag. The only thing left was the furniture, the bed, the TV, the safe, her cellphone charger, and a Lady Gaga poster for Born This Way, she thought it was a nice touch.
As Santana took a final look at the room, it dawned on her that this was no longer her home. Santana took out her cellphone and called Quinn.
"Hey Santana, what's up?" Quinn said cheerily.
"I need you to pick me up, like now."
Quinn noticed the tone in her friends voice, there was fear, worry, and urgency. "Why?" she asked hesitantly.
"I told my mom."
And with that Quinn knew exactly what was happening. "I'll be right over, but I am calling Puck because we might need the muscle. Is that okay?"
"It's fine, just get over ASAP," Santana said before she hung up her phone. She arranged the numerous duffels and bags around her body so she could walk down the stairs and out the door in one trip. Before she unlocked her door she put her phone and keys in her left because she wasn't going to keep them because that would be a way for her parents to find her. She took one final breathe and walked out of the room, which was once hers.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she headed towards the kitchen. Her mother was in there waiting as she sat at the back end of the kitchen table. Santana approached the kitchen table, she saw a cruel woman, someone who didn't deserve to be called her mother. When Santana reached the head of the table, she placed her keys and phone on the table. Then she did the one thing that she would never do, she turned around and walked out the front door and never looked back.
Within seconds of walking out of the house she used to call home; two SUVs came to a halting stop right in front of it. "What the fuck happened Santana?" Puck asked,, clearly outraged.
At this point in time, Santana didn't care who knew the truth. "I got kicked out because I told my mom I'm gay."
"Wait What?"
"Noah!" Quinn yelled, she knew that if we didn't hurry we would see my father return from work.
"Right, sorry," Puck said as he grabbed on of Santana's bags. "Can I assume that we are going back to Quinn's house?"
"No," Santana said as she shook her head. She saw Quinn's shock. "I appreciate you opening you home to me Quinn, but I know that things are tight there enough with two people."
"So where are we taking you then?" Puck asked he began to put Santana's bags in his trunk.
"To Blaine Anderson's house."
"When did this happen?" Puck asked clearly surprised.
"Friday, but it's a long story, which I don't have time to tell, nor do I feel like telling it."
"Alright, alright. I hear you."
As Puck loaded the rest of Santana's bags into his trunk Quinn asked, "Um, Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you get the chance to call Blaine?"
Santana shook her head. "No, but could I borrow your phone? I didn't bring mine with me."
Quinn nodded in understanding as she grabbed her phone from her jeans pocket. "Go in my car, and I help Puck with the rest."
Santana smile weakly. "Thanks," she said before she got into the passenger seat in Quinn's car.
Ten minutes later the two SUVs parked in front of Blaine Anderson's house. Blaine was outside waiting, he knew, and understood, the severity of the situation. He greeted Santana with a hug, and told her that she was safe, and that everything was going to be okay. "Do you guys mind bringing in the bags?" Puck and Quinn shook their heads. "Great. Santana's room is upstairs, third on the right." He said before he led Santana into the kitchen, and sat her down. "How you feeling?"
"I don't know." Santana whispered.
Blaine nodded, "What just happened is a lot to take in."
"It doesn't feel like it."
The dapper boy grabbed her hands, "Santana you just came out to your Mom, and she kicked you out. One of those alone is a lot to deal with it."
"I know that, but…. I don't know, I guess I'm in shock."
"That makes sense. Would some tea help?"
Santana shook her head, "I think… I need to process this first."
"Okay," he whispered. "Then I am going to help with your bags, and later we will unpack. Sound good?" The young Latina nodded.
Blaine placed the last bag on the large pile in the middle of the enormous sized room. "Thanks for your help guys."
"Not a problem, but is Santana going to be okay?" Puck asked with genuine concern.
"I think so, but she is kind of in shock right now?"
Quinn let out a sigh, "How can we help?"
Blaine smiled, "Other than just being there for here, stick around for pizza and help her unpack. The next couple of weeks are going to be rough. She will have to file for a change in address, explain to Mr. Figgins why she is no longer living with her parents, and so much more."
"Damn," Puck muttered.
"Yup. So tonight, be here for her. Stay for dinner, and help her unpack."
"Why are the great guys always gay?" Quinn said with a pout. Blaine burst out into laughter while Puck look offend.
With every bag that got unpacked, it became harder and harder for Santana. With every bag that got unpacked the thought of never returning home sunk in more and more. By the last bag Santana was crying so hard, that she had collapsed onto the floor, while Quinn comforted her. Though her tears Santana watched Puck and Blaine open her last bag, which she kept all her money in. "Holy shit." Puck said as he gazed upon the duffel filled with cash.
Blaine let out a sigh. From this he knew Santana had planned for the worst case scenario of her parents had found out their daughter sexual orientation. "Santana, I have a safe in the house. Do you want me to go to put you money in it, until we find a more permanent place for it?" Santana nodded. "Okay, Puck and I'll be right back."
"You'll make it through this, I promise Santana" Quinn whispered as she rubbed the girl's back.
"Doesn't feel like it." Santana stated through her sobs. "Especially after I abandoned by my family."
Quinn reluctantly nodded. "Yeah you were, and truly sucks dinosaurs' balls." Santana let out a little chuckle at Quinn's statement. "But this gives you an opportunity to make a family that will appreciate and love you for who you are."
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