You guys who put my story on alert or favorite...you have two reasons to hate me: 1. I didn't update soon. 2. This chapter isn't Prom...

I had quite a busy week since school started again, so that's the reason I didn't update sooner...

The reason why this is not Prom, is because I thought about it and I thought it would be a little weird if they'd go to prom without Santana's parents being back home yet. So...I let them come home this chapter, and of course the girls have something major to tell them...

So, this is what you'll be having this chapter.

Thank you all for your patience and enjoy!


Santana's POV

A week later on a Thursday night, two day before Prom, Britt and I were watching American Idol when suddenly my dad's car was parked in front of the house. Guess my parents came back home from NYC. I was not surprised that they didn't call to announce their return. Like they also didn't call when they had left. It wasn't until I called them to ask why they weren't home yet, that they let me know they would be away for a week or two. Like I cared. They were always busy. Busy with anyone and anything but me.

Even though I thought I didn't care, their return made me tense up in B's arms. We started snuggling under the blanket when one of the contestants sang a beautiful love song.

"B, my parents are back…" I said with a shiver in my voice.

I knew that this meant I had to tell them about us. Otherwise I could already imagine their faces when B would come and pick me up for Prom.

Britt immediately stopped snuggling, remembering that my parents weren't aware of us being girlfriends yet.

"Do you want me to leave, San? I f you want to be alone with them for a while I can totally go and sleep home…" she said

"No Britt, I want you to stay. I want you to stand by my side when I tell them. We'll do it together like we did with your parents."

She quickly kissed me right before we heard the key in the lock and the front door opened. My mom entered the living room with a smile, while my dad first brought the suitcases upstairs.

"Santana, Brittany! Great to see you two again!" my mom said enthusiastically as she walked towards us and pulled us in a hug.

She gave me a kiss on the cheek and I smiled. I'd always pretend that I didn't bother when they were gone for a long time. I didn't want to seem like a little girl that needed her mom and dad. So every time they came home from another business trip, I would just smile and pretend I was fine.

Britt squeezed my hand under the blanket. She could read me like no other person could and she knew about my not so smooth relationship with my parents.

"Don't you have to go to school tomorrow, Brittany" my mom asked.

My dad came back downstairs and quickly said hello before going to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

"She's sleeping over mom, we both have an early Cheerios practice tomorrow so we're going together." I responded quickly.

Actually she was just staying over because of the open door policy in B's house. But that they didn't have to know.

"Oh, ok… make sure you go to bed on time, honey." my mom responded and she disappeared in the kitchen also.

"Can you believe it? They're gone for two weeks and they don't even bother asking me how my two weeks went. Those two are just unbelievable!" I whispered to B so my parents wouldn't hear.

"I know sweetie, I know. You ok?" B said while she rubbed her hand over my spine to comfort me.

"Of course I am. It's not like I care." I said harshly, building up a wall to hide my true feelings.

B looked at me with her fore hear frowned.

"Sweetie…" she whispered.

"Ugh…" I sighed. "Ok, I just….I wished they cared more, you know…I'm their daughter, doesn't that mean something for them? Sometimes I just have the feeling they don't love me."

Britt looked in the direction of the kitchen to see if my parents weren't overhearing our conversation, but they were still having coffee."

"Of course they love you San…they just don't know how to express it sometimes." she said softly and grabbed both of my hands.

I sighed because I knew B was right. She always was.

I didn't let go of her hands, squeezed the softly and looked into her eyes.

"Mom, dad…can you come here please? Brittany and I need to tell you something" I shouted towards the kitchen.

Time to tell them the truth….


Santana's POV

"I love girls, the way that I'm supposed to feel about boys" I said softly.

"When I'm with Brittany, I finally understand what people are talking about when they talk about love." I said more confident

My parents faces dropped. I couldn't read whether they were mad or surprised. But I bravely continued when I felt B's hand on my shoulder.

"It's just something that has always been inside of me…and I don't want to hide it anymore"

"Every day just feels like a war, and I walk around so mad at the world….but I'm really just fighting with myself." I sighed

"And I don't want to fight anymore…I'm just too tired."

After my speech, the living room was silent. A tear ran down my cheek because of the emotions I just gave away. I felt so relieved to know that the truth was finally out!

"Please say something" I said with a soft and broken voice, not knowing what they would respond.

"Brittany, is this true?" my mom asked with tears in her eyes. "Tell me it isn't true…."

"It's true Mrs. Lopez, it is…I love your daughter." B said softly.

My mom started to cry. She hid her face in her arms.

"Mom, I…"

"Santana! Don't…." I was interrupted by my dad.

I shut up. Inside I had to contain myself not to burst into tears. When did everything get so messed up?

"I don't want to see you now, Santana" my dad said calmly.

"But dad, I'm the same person I was a minute ago!" I said. You could hear the desperation in my voice.

"Just go, Santana. We need a moment, please." he said.

He didn't sound angry but his voice was firm.

"San, we should go" B whispered, still holding onto my hand under the blanket.

"No Brittany, you should leave. I don't think it's appropriate that you sleep over here. Santana, you need to go to your room and Brittany cannot join you." my dad said.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to yell in Spanish. I wanted to make clear that she was my girlfriend and that they didn't have the right to send her home now, on a cold Thursday night.

But she stopped me before I could even start.

"It's ok, San. I'll leave. Guess I'll see you tomorrow then…." she said.

"But I don't want you to go B. You have to stay!" I said, no longer being able to keep my composure.

"I know, Sanny, I do. I know this is hard and I don't want to leave either. But your parents might need this moment and I don't want to make things worse by not listening to your father. You're strong S, you know you are." she said with a small voice, since my parents were still in the room and they could overhear our whole conversation.

A kiss would be misplaced, so instead she whipped away the tears on my cheeks. She gave me an encouraging smile and I gave her a small nod in response. Then we both quietly left the room. I went upstairs to my room and heard the front door closing behind my back. When I entered my room I let my emotions dominate me and cried my heart out on my bed.


Brittany's POV

Britt: Can you pick me up at San's? Hurry up. I'm cold!

Now let's hope she's here soon…Lima Heights is pretty scary in the dark.

Quinn: On my way. There in 5. What happened? you 2 in a fight?

I decided not to answer. Texting while driving is dangerous, San told me that once. Jeez, I got kicked out…Poor Sanny, I hope her parents will talk properly to her after they are calmed down. Althought Mrs. Lopez seemed quite upset, I hope her dad might be reasonable enough…

I waited on the porch for 5 more minutes and was relieved to finally see the lights of Quinn's dar in the street. I got in as fast as I could. It was soooo damn cold!

"Brittany, what happened? Don't tell me you two are breaking up?" she asked worriedly.

"Her parents came home tonight…" I said. "We told them."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry….Santana must be devastated."

"Her mom started to cry and her dad kicked me out. I just hope they come to their senses once they are calmed down. Santana is so sad and scared…As much as she hates to admit it, she loves them and she wants to be accepted by them. God Q, what if they throw her out too?"

"Ssssst B, It'll be alright…just give them some time to get over the first shock. I'm really sorry for what happened tonight, for both of you."

"Thanks Q, now can you take me home please?"

"Are you sure you want to go home? I mean, you can stay over if you want to." Quinn suggested.

"I'm sorry, but yeah, I really want to be home right now. I need some time alone." I sighed.

My head was too full off thoughts and emotions. I needed to be home, where I knew my mom would listen to me and comfort me. I felt blessed to have a place like that and wished one for my girlfriend too.


Santana's POV

Was that Q's car? She's such a good friend. I'm glad B didn't walk home alone or I would have gone after her no matter how angry my dad would be. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep, thinking something might have happened to her on the way home. So yeah, it was a relieve to see a familiar car picking up my precious girlfriend.

I walked towards the bathroom and was shocked by my reflection in the mirror. My mascara had left black traces on my cheeks and my eyes were puffy and red from the crying. I was a wreck. The truth got out, but what's the use in telling the truth if I only hurt people with it? I got hurt, B got hurt and my parents got hurt.

My heart was aching. I felt misunderstood and angry, but also scared and vulnerable. My parents knew my deepest secret and they might not accept me for it.

I washed away the mascara marks and held my pulses under cold water to calm myself down. I figured the only thing I could do right now is go to sleep and hope that tomorrow would be a better day. I cried myself to sleep that night.


Santana's POV

My alarm clock didn't go off in the morning, but I was woken up earlier by my parents. They were both standing on my bedside. I looked at the time.

6 AM! What the hell is their problem?

"Santana, wake up." my dad said. "We want to talk with you before you go to school."

Uuuuuggh, really, NOW? I thought, but I didn't say it out loud, because at least they were making an effort. I was hoping for the best. I didn't think they would wake me up to kick me out of the house at 6 AM.

I sat up in my bed and my mom and dad sat down on the edge of my bed.

My mom rasped her voice.

"Look Santana. We need to discuss what you told us yesterday."

I saw her looking at my dad. She was having a hard time having this conversation.

"First of all I need to apologize for my reaction. It must have made you feel terrible, baby…"

Did I hear this correct? She's apologizing?

"We don't hate you, Santana. Your mom and I might reacted a little bit out of hand, but we were shocked. You are our baby girl and we want the best for you. If you tell us that being with Brittany is what makes you happy, then we won't try to fight that." my dad said.

"We love you, Santana. Remember that. And we are so happy that you told us the truth. I don't approve of this lifestyle, but I'm willing to accept it if it makes you happy." My mom added.

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. It was only when my dad pulled me and my mom into a hug that their words finally began to sank through. I smiled into the hug. It was the first time in a long time that I felt happy with myself and the person I had become.

After we shared this touching family moment, I rasped my voice. I needed to tell them something else.

"Britt and I are going to Prom together this Saturday. She asked me to be her date." I dropped it all at once on my parents.

"Honey, that's great. Do you already have a dress, because otherwise your mom could take you shopping tomorrow to find the perfect one, right Maria?" my dad said.

My mom didn't answer his question. She didn't approve of this, but I was happy she accepted it enough not to forbid me to go.

"So…Britt can still come over right? You still want to see her do you?" I asked. Everything seemed still so insecure for me.

"Honey, of course! She's your girlfriend which means she's part of this family." my dad laughed.

I looked in my mom's direction, afraid how she'd react.

"She can come her anytime, she's always been very pleasant." she finally said.

I pulled my mom into a hug, because I knew how hard this was for her.

"I love you mom" I whispered into her ear.


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