Friday, May 6th

Nothing has happened! The last two days have been almost completely uneventful. Is there such a thing as the calm after the storm? I mean, all of that shit happened on Tuesday and then... nothing.

I said almost, right? Well that's because I few things have happened. Puck and I performed our song and we were KICKASS! Despite the fact that it technically wasn't a competition, we totally won. Well, that is until Brittany and Tina perform today and blow all of us out of the water.

I've talked to my Dad a few times. Yeah, I said a few times! Not once, not twice, not even three times, but FIVE! Yup, count 'em: he called me twice Wednesday, twice yesterday AND he stopped by Rachel's house yesterday! So, all of the Dads have met. It was really funny, like funny, awkward funny, though. My Dad was nervous. I think I've seen him nervous once in my whole life: it was the one football game he came to, to see me cheer. It was one of Sue's insane routines and it was pre- "Boobs McGee gets the bottom of the pyramid." I spotted him in the audience just before I was thrown an absurd amount of feet in the air. He was wringing his hands a lot. He was doing it when he met Rachel's dads.

He wants me to come to the hospital today to see him. The last time I went to the hospital was when I broke my wrist in the fourth grade. I hate the hospital. There's too much sickness and pain in one place and I despise the way it smells.

My mother is also there.

I'm hoping this hasn't actually been the calm between the storms.

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Yippy! A pop quiz in history!

Psssht. As if.

Let's see: A, C, D, A, B, B, D, C, A, and D. And the bonus question: Approximately 20 million people.

First one done and there are still fifty minutes left. So much time to nap! Okay phone in position, head down, and eyes closed.

Ugh! Who is texting me? Everyone knows fifth period is Santana's nap time!

From Rach❤️:
Put your phone back, but only if you can be quiet.

Oh please I can be-

From Rach❤️:
You've thanked my sound-proofed walls a few times now.

Not fair. And is she like in my brain right now?

From Rach❤️:
So am I exploiting my unlimited text messaging or should I pay attention to Mr. Shuester?

Well, now I feel like I've been challenged.

Exploit away.

I find this endeavor one part gross and two parts intriguing. Looks like intriguing wins. Besides I don't even think this is going to wor- OH. Shit... I... ummm... need to get... aaah... my head back down. Fuck! Ow! I am biting my lip! How is she te-hexting so... fast?! Oh. My. God. I... I... fuck, Rachel!

Despite it not touching anything, I will be purchasing a new silicon case for this.

Another reason to be grateful for McKinley's excellent reception.

From Rach❤️:
It worked?!

Yes. You know, there are still 20 mins left...

From Rach❤️:
Unlike my girlfriend with lightening fast reading skills, I can't nap through my classes and maintain an above WMHS-average GPA. I also sit in the front row.

But you have no problem devoting all of your attention to non-stop texting me to long distance orgasm? And of course you do.

From Rach❤️:
Besides, I need to keep up with my Spanish ;)

Well, looks like I'll have to use my fingers a different way later ;)

From Rach❤️:
Shameless.

From the girl that just sent me like 50 texts to get me off?

From Rach❤️:
I love you.

Way to change the subject. I love seeing those words as much as I love hearing them.

I love you, too. Can't wait to see you in 5 mins.

From Rach❤️:
That isn't soon enough.

I know.

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Yup, just what I thought. Brittany and Tina win. Not even fair. Remember that heavy bass I heard in the hallway when I was looking for Britt? Turns out they changed their song. Or they were working on something else entirely. Right now I'm witnessing the most fantastic performance of Mickey I have ever seen. I mean, not that I've ever seen a performance of Mickey, or anything. This is quite possibly the most entertaining thing to happen in this classroom... okay, maybe I'm stretching the truth... a lot. Come on! That's my best friend up there! I'm biased, sue me.

I might also be riding on a wave of happiness from something else, like Rachel holding my hand in the midst of the rest of the Glee Club. And not a fuck was given. Well, not a fuck that mattered, anyways. Every once in a while I can feel Finn's glare on us. Every once in a while I threaten him with my own. Rachel and I only let go of each other to give Britt and Tina a much deserved standing ovation.

"That was excellent, ladies! By the response your peers had I think it's safe to say that everyone agrees," Mr. Schue gleams, "Okay, who's ready for more dance lessons?!"

The entire room erupts in protest. Mostly variations of "but it's Friday" can be heard. I yell out, "Come on Mr. Schue, you've tortured us all... week."

Have you ever been caught in a moment when you're talking in a crowd, then all of a sudden it's quiet and you're the only one left talking? That just happened to me at "tortured." Luckily, this wasn't one of those times when that situation is embarrassing.

"Okay, I guess Santana's right, four out of five days is enough and yes, it is Friday. Have a great weekend guys! See you all Monday!"

This time there's a volcano of cheers and thank you's spewing out of all of us. My joy is suddenly marred, however, by the doom that's possibly in my future and I realize that it's closer now that dance lessons have been cancelled. I still have a car ride with Rachel, though. At least I have that guaranteed ten to twenty minutes of happiness. But, let's see how long I can drag this out.

"Ready to go?" Rachel asks, bursting my thought bubble.

"Um... yeah. No, actually, let me congratulate Britt first."

"Okay, love."

I give her a smile that I hope shows her how much I love her and turn to find Brittany. She's sitting on Artie's lap talking with him and the Lovers from the East... was that racist? Whatever.

"Hey guys," I say to everyone.

There's a mixture of "Hey"s and "Santana" uttered and then Tina says, "Hey, thanks for rescuing us from another torturous half an hour."

"My pleasure. You and Britt were really great, by the way."

"Thanks, Santana," Tina says.

"Umm... Britt can we talk for a second?"

"Yeah sure," she kisses Wheels and hops off of his lap. "What's up?" she asks after we get far enough away.

"You still haven't told me how I get to thank you for helping me on Tuesday. Material or edible gifts?"

"Can't I just have San time?"

I roll my eyes playfully and say, "I think that can be arranged. I'll call you tomorrow morning."

She hops a little and claps her hands, then pulls me into one of her bear hugs, "Yay!"

"Okay breathing is getting difficult," I squeeze out of my vocal chords.

She releases her grip on me and says, "I think Rachel's getting a smidge impatient."

I turn around to look at Rachel and I see that she's standing with her arms crossed over her chest, her weight shifted to her right leg, and she's tapping her foot. I also notice that she's glaring at Finn, who is talking to a very indifferent looking Quinn. Let's find out what this is about, shall we? "So, what are you so pissed at?" I ask when I get to her.

"Finn," she huffs out, "Just look at him. He has no regard for how other people feel. Quinn, bless her, is just sitting there letting him ramble on and on about something ridiculously stupid, I'm sure. He doesn't even notice how much she doesn't care. I can't believe I ever let myself fall for that!"

"We all make mistakes, babe. I mean, look at me. I've made enough for my next three reincarnations. You know, if they're a real thing."

She laughs away her anger and says, "Let's go home, I don't want to be in the same building as him anymore."

Well, that was a good extra fifteen minutes, "Yeah, sure."

"Hey, you're visiting your dad this afternoon aren't you? I can't believe I forgot," she says as we walk out of the choir room.

"Yeah, I'm kind of dreading this visit to the hospital."

"San, the hospital is pretty big I think the chances of seeing your Mom are quite slim," Rachel tries assuring me as we stride through the parking lot. I didn't even have to tell her that that's what I was thinking about.

"I just have a bad feeling about it. I can't explain it."

"Okay, sweetheart," she says over my car and a look of surprise appears on her face. Sheepishly, she dips her head down and opens the door.

"That was new," I say as we both slide into the car.

"I know, it just kind of slid out of my mouth," she pauses for a moment and with a little more confidence, "You are though."

"Most people wouldn't say that about me," I say slightly ashamed.

"Well, clearly, I'm not 'most people.'"

"No, you certainly aren't," I say in my breathless, "I'm in love" voice that she brings out of me. Our lips meet and the fluttering that was already present in my stomach grows a little bigger. She pulls away slightly only to bring her lips to my nose. I instantly smile causing the cartilage to shift and Rachel to giggle at its movement under her lips.

I finally turn the key that has been sitting in the ignition for five minutes already and pull straight through the space in front of me. I look at the clock and realize that a half an hour has passed since Mr. Schue dismissed us. It takes about ten minutes to get to Rachel's house from the school. Actually, everything in Lima is about ten minutes from where you're already located.

I'm only dropping Rachel off at her house. She's completely aware of this, but when I pull into her driveway she doesn't move. I shift in my seat a little to face her and she says quickly, "I could go with you, you know. If you really think something is going to happen, I could be there with you."

While I really appreciate this offer and love how much she wants to be there for me, I can't let her come with me. There isn't a snowball's chance in Hell that I'm letting her go through the "Dr. Marisol Lopez Experience" again. "I think I have to do this alone, Rach. Thank you, though. I really, really appreciate it."

"Okay, San. I'll be here for you when get back."

"I know you will."

She catches my face between her hands and pulls me into her lips. It isn't long before her tongue is sliding across my bottom lip. I keep my lips together, forcing her to try a different method. She licks across my top lip and I laugh a little, keeping my lips puckered together. Next, she surrounds my bottom lip with both of hers forcing me slightly part my lips. It isn't enough though and she knows it. "Hmmm," she hums onto my lip, the vibration of the sound making my closed eyelids flutter. Out of nowhere she grabs my tit causing my mouth to open out of both shock and pleasure. She gives a brief victory chuckle before slipping her tongue past my lips. I let her roam free through my mouth, sending my tongue to meet hers only every so often. I'm not doing this because I feel like being lazy, but because I actually like it when she's in control. I feel like I'm hers and not in a pathetic way.

Rachel brings her exploration to a close by leaving a perfectly drawn out kiss on my lips. Her taste lingers in my mouth as I my heart attempts to find its regular pace. My eyes don't seem to want to open. I hear Rachel say in a breathy tone, "I liked that."

Slowly I re-open my eyes and ask in a similar tone to hers, "Doing whatever you want to me?"

"Yes," she says in a voice I don't think I've heard before. I can't even respond. All I can think about is what she's implying with this. I'm completely blinded by the thought of her completely having her way with me. I'm brought back to earth by her voice, "Tonight, you're mine."

Yes. I am.

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My Dad told me to meet him in the conference room on the fourth floor, giving me directions in his response to my "I'm here" text. I decide to take the stairs instead of the elevator simply because I'm in the hospital and I feel obligated to make healthier decisions. I get to the fourth floor much sooner than I want to and proceed on my hunt for this conference room. The directions he gave me are from the elevator so I have to find that first. Of course it's around the first corner I turn. Okay, so left then the second right. Hmmm... one right and two. Now walk all the way down the hallway, last door on the left. Thank god this is a long hallway with lots of doors to peer nosily into. I make it a point to look into every window in every door. Eventually, the doors disappear on my left and I only assume this is where the conference room is. And there's the door. I have no idea what's waiting behind it. When I actually get to it, I see that the window is frosted. It's the only door in the hallway with a frosted window. Not fair. I don't want to just walk in, knocking will delay the time more. I bring my hand up in a fist ready to rap my knuckles on the door, but stop. What if she's in there? What if I've been right this whole time? I can't just stand in this hallway, though. I pull my phone out of my pocket to check the time and for text messages. It's 4:06 and I have zero text messages. Finally, I bring my knuckles down on the wooden door in front of me. I listen to it echo through the empty hallway and then feel the whoosh of air as the door opens in front of me.

"Hola, mija!"

"Hola, Papá," I say through a sad smile.

"Come in."

I really have no choice. I take half a step into the room and see her in my peripheral as soon as my head passes the door frame. I bring my hands together, rubbing them hard against each other, cracking a knuckle here and there, doing everything I can to stop them from shaking. I feel like things are happening in slow motion as I follow my father to the other side of the table where he says to me, "Siéntete, por favor." I do as I'm told and watch him walk to the end of the table.

I've never hated being right more than I do right now.

It takes all of my strength to look across the table at my mother. I've felt her steaming glare on me since the moment I walked in the door. It's worse than I thought it was. She isn't even staring at me, she's staring through me, like I don't exist.

I need to remind myself to breathe.

My father clears his throat and says, "Quiero que nuestra hija volver a casa."

I really don't see what difference it makes, neither of them are ever home.

"No tengo una hija, más," my mother says in a familiar emotionless tone.

"Cómo puedes decir eso. Marisol, ella está aquí," my father says in an unfamiliar elevated tone.

Raising the volume my mother says, "¡Mi hija no es una manflora sucia!"

Even louder my father says, "¡No la llame eso!"

He's always been my hero.

"No la quiero en mi casa y nunca definitivamente ver a esa puta pecadora que estaba allí con esta chica el otro día!" she yells.

Up until this point I've been sitting here just taking the blows, but I can't stand for this. "Cierra la boca!" I scream and pound my fists on the table, standing up in the process. My mother freezes with shock. I begin speaking in a forceful, but calm tone, "Don't you dare talk about her like that. Her name is Rachel and she's a person and you know nothing about her. You don't know anything. You blindly hate something you know nothing about, simply because some foolish book tells you that it's a sin. Your daughter is gay, Marisol and she's choosing the girl she loves over you, so disown her all you want. No importa."

The last two words I spit out like venom and I watch her shock turn into fury. I don't have time to move out of the way of the hand swinging at my face. I didn't even hear the sound the back of her hand made on my skin, I'm simply aware of the pain stinging the entire left side of my face... and the building tension in my chest. I feel hands on my shoulders and I look up to see my father with a tear falling down his cheek. I see his mouth form the words "lo siento" to me. Then his head whips in the direction of my mother who's standing there with a look telling me that I got what I deserved. His hands leave my shoulders and I watch as he makes his way over to my mother.

My breathing is getting uncontrollable and I'm sensing the beyond extreme hiccups coming on. I feel for the chair that I abandoned not even two minutes prior and sit. I look up to see my parents screaming and waving their arms at each other. I can't hear them.

I cover my face and try to settle my thoughts, but I can't. I don't know how to get out of this. Rachel would know. If she were here she'd bring me back and everything would okay. She wanted to be here, to protect me. I wish I was with her right now and not here. I could be, I just need to get out of my current state and this hospital and I could be at her house.

Suddenly, as if I'd just re-pressed the mute button, I can hear my parents screaming at each other. I'm breathing normal and with the exception of a little left over pain in my chest I feel like myself. "¡DEJAN!" I scream at them. Surprisingly, they do and I say to my father, "She's never going to understand, Papá. It's okay," I turn to her, "I don't need her." I start to walk towards the door and I see the pain in my father's eyes. I stop for a moment and say "I'm sorry, Papá, I know you wanted this to work. I need to go."

I walk through the door and take a right. I follow the long hallway and take a left when I get to its end. I pass the elevator and find the stairs. I walk down the four flights at a normal pace and continue through the main lobby, out the doors, to the parking lot. I pull my key out of my pocket and my 2010 Honda Accord calls out to me when I press the lock button. I pull my phone out of my other pocket to check the time.

4:37PM.

That was the longest thirty-one minutes of my life.

I press the unlock button with a few steps to spare before I get to my car and open the door the instant I get to it, phone still in hand. I sit down, close the door and press the send button twice.

"Hey, beautiful."

I feel better already.

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Quiero que nuestra hija volver a casa = I want our daughter to come home
No tengo una hija, más = I don't have a daughter anymore
Cómo puedes decir eso. Marisol, ella está aquí = How can you say that? Marisol, she's right here.
Mi hija no es una manflora sucia! = My daughter isn't a dirty dyke.
No la llame eso! = Do not call her that
No la quiero en mi casa y nunca definitivamente ver a esa puta pecadora que estaba allí con esta chica el otro día! = I don't want her in my house and I definitely never want to see that sinful bitch that was with this girl the other day.
Cierra la boca = Shut your mouth
No importa = It doesn't matter
Lo siento = I'm sorry
Dejan (pronounced day-han) = Stop