Chapter 7: We Need to Talk

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*We need to talk asap. Call me please*

Santana's heart dropped as soon as she saw the text. She knew that whatever it was, it probably wasn't good.

Damnit, can't I be happy for 2 minutes. I just want this relationship to last longer than a week, is that too much to ask? You know what, fuck it. Im not going to call her. I just need some space from all this stupid drama.

Santana thought to herself as she drove home. A few minutes later she arrived at her house and gathered up her things and headed inside. It was a beautiful day out and she just busied her thoughts of what she was going to do with Brittany tonight. Maybe she would take her on a proper date and then take her to the park again. Santana walked in the door and was greeted by her parents sitting on the couch.

"Good morning." She said as she smiled and headed towards the stairs.

"Santana, can you come in here for a minute." Her mother said calling her back to the living room.

Santana stopped and gave her parents a confused look. She set her things down by the stairs and headed back to the living room in the front of the house. "Whats up?" she said.

"Take a seat." her father said.

" No, thanks I'm fine. What's going on? Is everything okay?" Santana said. She couldn't help but sound a little defensive.

" Where were you last night?" the girls mother asked.

"I told you, I was at Brittany's."

"Santana, where were you last night?"

Santana just gave her parents an annoyed look. Her parents didn't know she went to parties, but she figured if the ever found out they wouldn't care. Her parents were the hands-off type. Extremely religious but never actually present. Both of them were always working and if they weren't, they were off at some social event.

"Sit down." her father said.

"Okay… " she responded.

"This morning one of my patients came in and told me a story about his son. He said that he went to a party last night and came home bruised and bloody and he said it was because of you." Santana's father said. His tone was becoming increasingly serious.

"What thats ridiculous! I didn't hit anyone, especially a BOY! You can't really believe this can you?" Santana yelled as she became heated. She was so upset. The night had been hard enough and now some stupid guy was making up stories.

" We know you didn't beat him up sweetie. He evidently said he was trying to dance with your friend Brittany and one of the boys beat him up for touching her-" her mother said but quickly got cut off.

" Ya, but no one beat him up, he just left. Wait you still haven't told me what this has to do with me." As soon as those words left Santana's lips she realized what it was. It was about her and Brittany being together. She started to panic, knowing what was coming next. She started to feel light headed and became increasingly heated, not knowing how she was going to defend herself.

" Well evidently the boy followed him and beat him up after. He did it because the boy said you and Brittany are gay." her mother said.

Santana was ready to pass out. This was all too much. She wasn't ready for her friends to find out much less her family. When and if she decided to come out she wanted it to be on her terms. She was speechless. The brunette was speechless, she didn't know if her parents were upset or not and she wasn't prepared to find out.

"Is it true Santana? Are you gay?" her father asked in a angry tone.

At this point Santana started to cry. She was too overwhelmed to answer and she knew by the way her father just said are you gay that he wasn't going to accept it. Her mother just looked at the ground. She had her hands clasped in her lap and was silent.

"Get your things, I want you out." Santana's father said with a blank look on his face.

"What? No , please. You have to understand! I love her dad, please don't do this!" Santana yelled as she stood up. She looked over at her mother and pleaded, "Mom please tell him!"

"Your father's right. Being gay is a sin Santana, you know this. This is not how we raised you!" she yelled back as she also had tears rolling down her cheek.

"Raised me? Just because you took me to church on sundays doesn't fix the fact that you were never around! Don't act like you raised a daughter, I raised myself. And you know what? I am proud to be who I am. You think being gay is wrong? Take a look in the goddamn mirror and ask yourself if being absentee parents is a sin too." She yelled. She had black tears rolling down her cheeks from her mascara.

"Santana! Do not talk to us like that! You know what, I'm done. This isn't a discussion. Go get your things now. You can take your car, have fun." her father said.

"Ill be out as soon as I can. Fuck this." she said as she quickly ran upstairs.

Her parents just stared in disbelief. The brunette quickly packed 4 suitcases full of clothes, books, pictures, and whatever else she thought she needed. She tore through her room just throwing the stuff she didn't care about on the floor. She couldn't believe this was happening. They were supposed to love her no matter what, but as much as it hurt she just reminded herself that Brittany was worth it.

After about 30 minutes she was all ready to go. She threw the suitcases and some random things in the trunk and a blanket and pillows in her backseat. She had a feeling that she was going to be living out of her car for awhile. She debated on saying one last thing to her parents before she took off but she decided against it. She jumped in the drivers seat and backed out of the driveway. The brunette took one last glance of the place she called home and drove away. Santana had been sobbing for at least 45 minutes now and she could barely breathe. Where she was going now wasn't clear. The girl just decided to drive for awhile and try to calm herself a little bit.

Finally, she pulled over on the side of the road once she remembered, * We need to talk asap. Call me please* She picked up her phone and dialed Quinn. She decided she couldn't tell Brittany yet but she definitely needed someone to talk to.

"Santana! I text you like 2 hours ago, why didn't you call me? Are you okay" Quinn said.

"No…" Santana replied.