Sorry I'm a little random on how often I update! I just have been so busy lately so things get in the way. But regardless, I hope you enjoy the update!
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"It was so great to see all you guys!" Emily said sadly as she stood on the driveway with Aria, Hanna, Spencer, and Caleb.
"You guys are welcome here any time you like," Mrs. Fields added as she stood next to her daughter.
"Thanks, Pam," Spencer smiled.
"We'll miss you, Em," Aria said, teary eyed. Emily pulled the tiny brunette in for a big hug.
"I'll miss you guys too," Emily rubbed Aria's back and pulled away to hug Hanna next.
"Tell us how things go with Santana!" Hanna said supportively as Emily moved to hug Spencer.
"But if she hurts you, I'll come up here myself and-,"
"Spencer!" Aria teasingly hit the skinny brunette's arm. Emily pulled back with a laugh and looked at Caleb.
"Bye, Caleb," she offered him a hug, which he accepted.
"Bye, Emily, good luck with swimming," he nodded.
"Thanks," Emily replied as the four climbed into Spencer's car.
"Love you Em!" Hanna said sadly as she opened her door.
"Love you too, Han!"
"Come back soon!" Pam waved.
Emily and Pam stood on the driveway until Spencer's car was out of sight. Once the car was gone, Emily sighed and looked at her mother.
"I miss them already," Emily said as they began to walk inside. Pam put a hand on her daughter's back.
"I know honey," Pam sympathized. Just as they were about to step into the house, Emily saw Santana come out onto her porch and wave, trying to get Emily's attention.
"Emily!" She smiled. Pam and Emily both turned to look at the Latina as she bounded over to the Fields' driveway.
"Hey," Emily said warmly, "What's up?"
"Well, I know your friends just left and all, but, if you want, I have something to show you," Santana offered, "That is, if it's okay with you Mrs. Fields."
"That's okay with me. Be home by nine, Emily," Pam nodded, disappearing into the house.
"What is it?" Emily asked as she met Santana back on the driveway.
Santana reached for Emily's hand, "Come with me." She led Emily to her car and they got in.
"Where are you taking me?" Emily asked, confused by Santana's sudden spontaneity.
"Just wait and see!"
The evening was just setting in and Emily tried to think of possible destinations as they drove along. Santana just hummed along to the radio, acting casual as Emily remained curious and alert of where they were driving. They drove into the city and pulled into a tall parking garage, one that was on the west side of town. Emily was confused when Santana drove as close to the top as possible when there were tons of spaces on the lower levels. As soon as she turned the car off, Santana hopped out of the car and waited for Emily to follow.
"C'mon, hurry!" Santana urged, offering her hand. Emily took it and Santana pulled her towards the stairs. They went up and out onto the roof of the garage.
"Santana! What are we doing?" Emily asked again.
Santana didn't answer, but instead pulled her towards the far west edge of the garage. They stopped and stared out at the city and the sky, where a bright sunset was before them.
"Look," Santana pointed to a small neighborhood off in the distance, "See that? That's our neighborhood."
Emily still didn't understand, "What about it?"
Santana sighed and smiled, her gaze shifting from Lima Heights to Emily's face, "It looks small and insignificant, but I'm proud it…and I'm proud of who I am. And the reason I brought you here was to ask you something."
"Santana…" Emily started to smile, knowing where this was going.
"Emily, I really, really like you…and I know I still have to tell the school about me, but something made me realize that I don't want to tell them on my own. I want you by my side when I tell them," Santana laced her hands with Emily's and gazed into her eyes, "So, if you want, I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend?"
Emily stepped in close, "That would make me so happy, Santana. As indecisive and spontaneous as you are, I would love that."
Santana grinned and started to lean in when she comprehended Emily's words, "Wait, you think I'm indecisive?"
"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing," Emily laughed.
"Well, I know what I want right now," Santana said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Mhm? What might that be?" Emily asked, leaning closer.
"You."
They kissed softly and lingered on each other's lips for a moment. "The sunset is amazing up here," Emily said, wrapping her arms around Santana's tiny frame.
"I come up here to think sometimes," Santana nodded. "You and Britt are the only two people I've ever brought with me."
"You really love her too, don't you?" Emily asked knowingly. She felt Santana nod again.
"I need her…and more importantly, she needs me. She's like a puppy. She's cute, loyal, fun, and always happy to see me…but she needs someone to take care of her," Santana explained, "and I have to be that person."
"I love that you care so much about her," Emily smiled.
"At least you aren't like Artie when he dated Brittany. He was such a jealous prick about my relationship with B. He just didn't understand that me and B are basically a package deal. You date one of us, you get both of us!" Santana joked.
"Mmm, both of you?" Emily smirked, "Now there's an idea…"
"Emily!" Santana gasped.
"Don't tell me you haven't thought about that," Emily playfully shrugged.
"…Well, I mean I have but…"
"Exactly!"
"You can't be serious!" Santana laughed incredulously.
Emily shrugged, "Haven't you ever wanted to take a walk on the wild side?"
"Of course I have, but…" Santana hesitated.
"But what? I mean, we're dating now, and that gives me the power to say that it's okay to do stuff like that," Emily implied.
Santana rubbed her temples, "I guess Brittany did say that you were hot too."
"She did?" Emily laughed.
"Well, her and I think alike, you see," Santana winked.
"So you'd be open to that?" Emily smirked.
"Maybe," she nodded, "just maybe."
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Emily and Santana stood at the front of WMHS Monday morning, not really sure what to do. Emily noticed the nervous glaze in Santana's eyes and all she wanted to do was comfort her and tell her to be strong.
"Are you ready for this?" Emily asked, "Because if you aren't I can totally wait and-,"
"No, I'm ready. I'm just preparing myself for all the talks and the looks that we'll probably get," Santana admitted.
Emily turned to her girlfriend and smiled, "San, listen to me. I won't let anybody tell you that being gay is wrong. I've been openly gay at this school since I moved here and from what I've seen, the worst has already passed for you. You'll be fine. I know it. So, are you ready to show them the real Santana Lopez?" Emily asked, offering her soft hand.
Santana smiled widely and laced her fingers with the brunette's, "I'm ready if you are."
The couple walked into school proudly, their heads up, smiles on their faces, hand-in-hand, and the air around them seemed to radiate. With every person they passed a new look would be thrown their way. Some students didn't care, some couldn't even find words, some snickered and whistled at them, and some just shrugged and continued with their business. Santana could feel the different pairs of eyes burning holes in them as they walked down the hall. She kept her head high and occasionally would look over at Emily for reassurance.
Once they reached Santana's locker, Emily leaned up against the other lockers as she waited for Santana to get her books. As they stood, making small talk, a guy in a letter jacket approached them with a smirk.
"Ladies! I knew you guys were wild but…damn! Listen I just want you to know that if you feel like you haven't met the right guy yet, that you are more than welcome to call me-," Santana cut him off.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked. Emily smiled with pride at her girlfriend.
"I'm Chad. Soccer captain," he smiled arrogantly.
"Okay, Chad. We don't need slime balls like you to tell us how we feel or who we like. I know what I want, and even if I was straight you still wouldn't stand a chance with me or my girlfriend. You know why? Because unlike some of the abominable tramps at this school, we actually have the common knowledge to know that you and your other primate friends have nothing going for you…except maybe a spot on a trashy reality show where the idiots of today's fucked up society are put in a house to see who can end up in jail or puking on the sidewalk the fastest. So you can just forget about ever coming near me or Emily again," Santana smirked, her razor-like works stunning the athlete. Chad blinked, not sure what to say. So instead he just turned and slowly walked away as if he were completely numb.
Emily blinked a few times with a smile on her face, "That was…"
"I know. I'm a bitch, but I'm not going take anything from anyone, you know that," Santana laced her hands with Emily's and smiled at her before starting to lean in. Just as their lips were about to meet, Santana felt a firm hand grip her arm and pull her away. She looked over to see Sue Sylvester pulling her towards her office, leaving a worried and confused and worried Emily by Santana's locker.
"Sue! What the hell?" Santana said angrily as Sue slammed the door to her office.
"What are you thinking Santana?" Sue asked with no emotions from behind her desk.
"I'm thinking that who I'm dating is none of your damn business, that's what!"
"You're on my cheerleading squad, Miss Lopez, and I assure you that who you date is all of my business. And I'm sorry, but I can't have that kind of relationship soiling my fantastic reputation," Sue folded her hands on the desk top and looked at Santana through her glasses.
"I'm the head cheerleader, you need me," Santana shot back.
"No I don't. There are dozens of girls ready and willing to fill your spot on top of the pyramid. Sure they won't have quite the banging body and sex appeal that you do, but we can find someone," Sue looked down at what appeared to be a roster of the cheerleading squad.
"What? So you're kicking me off the team, just like that? All for being…gay?" Santana asked, tears welling up in her big brown eyes.
"If it were up to me, I'd let you stay, but parents don't want that around their kids…I hope you understand." There was no sympathy in Sue's voice as she continued to mill through possible replacements for the Latin beauty.
"Screw you!" Santana stormed out, needing to find a quiet place. She found herself in the auditorium halfway through first period, crying her eyes out. She knew this would backfire, coming out, and she didn't know what to do.
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"Hey, Britt, have you seen San?" Emily asked worriedly in their first period class, which they all three had together. Brittany shrugged and leaned over to answer softly.
"Sometimes San gets angry and goes for some quiet time around the school," Brittany said as if it were normal.
"She got dragged off by your coach this morning before class and I haven't seen her since," Emily informed, thinking of where her girlfriend might be.
"Maybe she's in the auditorium…she likes it in there," Brittany suggested, focused on the poorly drawn cat she was doodling on her worksheet.
Emily nodded and walked up to the front of the class, "May I go to the restroom?"
Her instructor looked up and nodded, "Quickly, yes."
"Thank you," Emily nodded and hastily hurried out.
She ventured to the auditorium and quietly slipped inside. She looked down to the first row of seats, closest to the stage and saw the person she was looking for. She heard sobs coming from her and her heart filled with immediate worry. As she stepped fully inside, she accidentally let the door slam and Santana whipped around to see who it was. When she saw Emily she wiped her eyes quickly and tried to look presentable. Emily walked down the steps to the first row and took the seat next to Santana.
"Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" Emily asked, holding Santana's hand, which the Latina quickly drew away out of reflex. Emily looked hurt for a moment, but Santana quickly mended her error and took Emily's hand again.
"Sorry, it's a habit," she apologized with a sniffle.
"San, what happened?" Emily asked, not letting her ignore her previous question.
"Sue kicked me off the team," Santana pursed her lips and looked up onto the stage.
"What? Why? You're the best cheerio on the team!" Emily scoffed.
"Because I'm dating you. Sue says that she doesn't want to soil her reputation…that the parents don't want their kids around that sort of relationship," Santana choked out.
Emily looked down, feeling guilty, "San, I'm so sorry…this is all my fault. If I hadn't-,"
"No," Santana said quickly, placing her other hand on their joined ones, "This is not your fault, Emily. Don't ever say that. I would rather be with you and not cheer than to be the captain of Sue's minions. I care about you too much."
Emily seemed surprised by this, "Really?"
"Yes. I'll be okay. Besides, soon enough, Sue will realize that she needs me and I'll be back on the team in no time," Santana shrugged.
Emily laughed, "I don't doubt it. You're amazing. Have I told you that?"
"Maybe," Santana giggled, leaning in to kiss Emily tenderly.
"Now, if you want, I think we need to go back to class. What do you say?" Emily stood and pulled Santana to her feet.
"Okay. Let's go."
And they walked back to class hand in hand, not ashamed of being who they were, as long as they were together.
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Lunch the hardest part of the day for the new couple. Santana stood alone in line, waiting to pay for her salad and Gatorade when one of the guys from the football team approached her, slushie in hand.
"Oh, fuck-," was all Santana got out before her face was covered in blue slush. She let out a scream in surprise at the ice on her face. Her salad, which was now at her feet next to her Gatorade was the last of her worries as she looked down at her shirt, which was now covered in blue, and gave a frustrated sigh.
"San! Oh my god! Are you okay?" Brittany asked, running over from where she had been sitting. Santana shrugged her hand off and wiped her face off again.
"I'm just great," she scowled, storming off to the girls' bathroom. Brittany helplessly followed and tried to calm her best friend down.
"San, what's going on? Who did it? I'll kill him!" Brittany said, watching Santana wash her face off and try to clean off her shirt. She eventually gave up and just took her over shirt off, leaving nothing but her white tank top underneath.
"It's my relationship with Emily. The rest of the student body isn't taking things as well as you guys did…" Santana muttered. Brittany put her hand on Santana's back.
"What are you going to do?" Brittany asked. Santana took her hair down from its pony tail and looked for any trace of blue slushie in it.
Santana shrugged as she left her hair down and fixed her makeup, "Ignore it, I guess."
"Ignore it? But San, you never ignore bullies…especially if they're bullying you," Brittany stated, surprised.
"Look, Emily wants me to change, be nicer to others, be the better person. And I really like her, B, so I have to try. The jackasses at this school will get over the fact that Em and I are together, but I don't wanna ruin our relationship because of what everyone thinks," Santana said numbly.
"I guess that makes sense."
"It's all I can do for now."
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