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Chapter 10

When I finally stopped crying I pulled away from Jenny and smiled slightly. She smiled back before looking over my shoulder at Rachel's car.

"Who's your friend Tan?" I winced.

"Don't call me that. Please?" she looked confused, but nodded anyway.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. That's Rachel, do you remember her?" her eyes widened and she grinned.

"Rachel!" she called. Rachel jumped out of the car and ran over, giving my sister a huge hug.

"Hey Jenny, I've missed you." Rachel said, and I smiled. Rachel and Jenny had always been close, I'm glad they still were.

"That makes one of you, I guess." She said, but she was giggling so I knew she was joking.

"Aw, I'm pretty sure Tan missed you too. I should know, it was me she came crying to when you left." Rachel looked at her pointedly, and Jenny flinched, looking guilty.

"Sorry. Really, I am so sorry. I messed up big time, and I was too afraid to come back. I should have stayed in touch, but I knew that if I heard your voice, or mom's, the guilt would kill me, and I would have to come back. And I knew that if I came back I would make things even worse. You know what I did when I left? I went to a friend's place, and got hooked on drugs. I was a drunk, partying every night. I nearly died, but then Peter found me passed out on the street. He took me to the hospital and then I went and stayed with him." I was surprised.

"Why would he do all that?" she smiled softly.

"Remember when I used to go to those dancing lessons, but then I quit about a year before dad was diagnosed?"

"Yeah, I remember. You would never show us your dances, so mom kept threatening to stop paying for it." She laughed.

"That's because I hated dancing. From the very first lesson, I was absolutely crap at it and I just wanted to give up." I was confused now.

"So why didn't you? And what has this got to do with Peter?" I asked.

"Peter just so happened to be the teacher. And I had a little tiny crush on him. Who am I kidding; I was in love with him! That's why I didn't quit. Then in the end he left to go perform in a Broadway show, and they got a new teacher. There was no point going anymore, since he wasn't there, so I quit." I rolled my eyes; my sister always had been crazy.

"But if you were crap at it, why did you always get those certificates and crap?" I asked, following her into the house and shutting the door behind me.

"Well, I was crap at it in the first lesson, but after a while I picked it up and I was ace. I still hated it, but I was the best in the class. Mostly because I always paid such close attention to the teacher, if you get what I mean." She raised her eyebrows suggestively, and I laughed.

"So, what, he recognised you from the dance lessons and took you in?" I still thought it was a little odd, even if he did know who she was.

"Well, yeah, but there's a little more to it than that. See, apparently my feelings weren't one-sided. He had been offered a place in that show three times before he took it, and he denied it three times because he liked me, a lot, and hadn't wanted to go as he would never see me again. Then he saw me hanging out with Harry, and thought we were dating. He said that made him realise that we would never be together, so he took the job the next time they offered." I was grinning now, as was Rachel. We were both suckers for a good love story.

"So, what, he saw you in the street and couldn't bear to just leave you there?" she nodded.

"And I stayed at his place for a while before he finally kissed me, told me how he felt and all that, and then we were together. Not long later I got pregnant, so he proposed. The day mom called, and Peter answered was only a week or two after the wedding. Danny and Mickey were only about ten months. I didn't call back because I knew that hearing your voice would guilt me into coming home, and I couldn't bring myself to tear my brand-new family apart like that. Then when I heard dad had died, I knew that I had made a mistake. My father died without ever meeting his grandkids, and I will always regret that. That was when I decided to come over. I realised that it wasn't a case of old family and new family, it was a case of half my family, and the other half of my family. And I knew I wouldn't be happy again until those halves were together. So I came back, and I brought Peter and the kids with me. We're going to buy a house in Lima, if that's okay with you guys?" I was close to tears by now, and all I could do was nod and jump into her arms for another hug.

"That's fine. In fact, that's perfect." I cried. Rachel looked pretty happy too.

"Good. So, what's this about mom losing you? What the hell did she do?" she asked, her tone of voice changing from happy to protective and angry. I sighed, and told her everything that had happened. She looked pretty shocked, but pulled herself together.

"Wow. So, you're gay?" she asked hesitantly, still getting used to the fact.

"Yup. And I even had a girlfriend, but I screwed it up. But no worries, I'm going to apologise, and try to make things right. At the very least, we might be friends again." She smiled.

"I always thought you had bad taste in guys. Now I know why!" she laughed, and so did me and Rachel. Until now I hadn't realised exactly how much I had missed my bid sister.

"Come on, anyway, I have to speak to mom." I sighed, getting up from the couch.

"Good luck with that. She's hysterical. I sent her to bed just before you got here, and I'm assuming she went since we haven't heard from her since." I groaned.

"Has she been drinking?" she nodded.

"Yeah, but she should be fine." I shook my head.

"No, after you left she started drinking a lot. She's a terrible drunk, really angry. Just leave her to sleep it off."

"Okay. I'm sorry I wasn't around to know how mom handles drink, Santana." She looked really sorry, but I had already forgiven her. Stubborn as I am, I knew that I needed my sister.

"It's okay. Since mom is asleep right now, I'm going to go talk to Britt. See you guys in a bit, okay?" they nodded, and were deep in conversation before I had even shut the door behind me.

Taking a deep breath in, I knocked on the door to Britt's house. Her dad answered, smiling, although it faltered a little when he saw me.

"I hope you're here to apologise. She hasn't told me what happened, but I've only seen here like this once, and that was when her last girlfriend broke her heart." I nodded, fighting back tears.

"Is she here? Please can I speak to her?" his expression softened when he saw the tears in my eyes. He must have realised that I felt bad, and didn't mean to hurt his daughter.

"Yeah, she's in her room. Come on in." he moved out the way to let me in. I smiled slightly at him in thanks and jogged up the stairs. Knocking on the dorr lightly, I jumped when it swung open almost instantly.

"For God's sake dad, I'm oka- oh. It's you." She shut up when she realised it was me. For a second neither of us moved. Then she stepped back. I thought she was moving to let me in, so I went to walk in.

"Fuck!" I shouted as the door slammed shut. I heard a crunch as it hit my nose, and bent over in pain. There was blood streaming down my face, and I must have looked pretty bad, because when she opened the door again to see what had happened, her eyes widened and she squeaked in fright.

"Shit, Santana, I am so sorry!" she squealed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I sat down at eh counter as she scrambled in the freezer to find some ice. Her dad ran in, took one look at me, and burst out laughing.

"Shit, Britt, did you have to punch her? What happened to the good old fashioned bitch slap?" he chuckled, and she glared at him.

"A slap doesn't cause enough damage. I learnt that with Annabel."

"Who'th Annabel?" I said, though it came out strange due to my messed up nose.

"She was the first girl to break my heart. No worries, dad, I didn't punch Santana." She sighed, walking over and roughly placing the ice on my nose. I winced. She sent me an apologetic look and paced it on my nose again, gently this time.

"Oh, I get it. You didn't punch her, she walked into your fist." She said sarcastically, still laughing.

"More like my door." He looked confused.

"What?" she sighed.

"I slammed the door in her face and she stepped forwards. I think I broke her nose. Oh no!" she cried, dropping the ice pack on the floor.

"What'th wrong?" I asked her, worried.

"What if you can never smell again? Or your voice is stuck like that forever!" she cried in anguish.

"Why would it be?" I asked her, still confused.

"If I broke your nose, how are you going to smell things? And your voice sounds funny, what if that's permanent?" I patted her shoulder. Same old Britt.

"Don't worry, Britt, I'll be fine." She looked relieved, if a little doubtful.

"If you say so. I'm still angry at you, by the way." I smiled, looking down.

"I figured. Look Britt, I really am sorry. I was stupid, and I let the fear of a bad reputation get in the way of the one good thing that has happened to me since my father was diagnosed with cancer." Her face softened, and her dad looked embarrassed.

"I think I'm going to leave now…" he said, walking out of the kitchen as fast as he could without running.

"I'm really the best thing that's happened to you since then?" I nodded, wincing as the pain in my nose spiked.

"Yeah, you are. I love you Britt, and I hate myself for making you sad. I swear I won't ever do it again if you take me back. Or even if you just want to be friends. I can't just not have you in my life. You mean too much to me." She smiled, and a tear slid down her cheek.

"Don't be silly Santana. Of course I'll take you back." I grinned, and she leant in and kissed me lightly, careful to avoid my throbbing nose.

"Are you girls okay?" asked Britt's dad from the hallway.

"We're fine dad. No, better than that, we're perfect. Everything is just perfect." Britt answered, smiling.

"Well, I really don't want to know what you mean by that. Look, I'm going to take your sister to the park, give you girls some time to talk, okay?"

"Okay dad. See you later."

When he left she beckoned for me to follow her into the lounge, and we sat down on the couch.

"Okay, Santana, I'm sorry too." She said quickly.

"For what?"

"For overreacting. If you aren't ready to come out, that's fine. Just because I didn't have a choice in the matter doesn't mean you shouldn't. I was overly harsh, and I'm sorry." I smiled.

"You did nothing wrong. I completely denied you, Britt, then I told them all that you were gay, then I was too afraid to tell them that I was. I completely betrayed you, and I am really sorry." She laughed.

"Okay, I'm fed up of us apologising to each other. Do you want to watch a movie or something?" she asked.

"Actually, I have to get home. Jenny's here." She looked shocked.

"Jenny as in your sister Jenny?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah. We're all forgiven, and she's talking to Rachel right now."

"Rachel?" I had forgotten that Britt didn't know who Rachel was or about our 'friendship'.

"I'll explain on the way." She frowned.

"I hope you can fit it all into a twenty second walk." I laughed. I'd forgotten we lived next door to each other.

"Right. Basically, me and Rachel used to be best friends, but then I ditched her. Since then we've only really talked when we needed someone to hug us and tell us everything was going to be okay, but we're still best friends. And I'm going to make it up with her."

"Yeah, okay, that makes no sense."

"Trust me, it makes no sense to me either. Don't worry, all you need to know is Jenny is my sister, Rachel is my best friend, and you are my girlfriend." She smiled.

"Wait, hang on, which one's your girlfriend again?" if I didn't know Britt as well as I do, I would have thought she was joking…

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