I've seemed to confuse myself a little in previous chapters lol. So I just want to clear up any confusion. Santana and Brett are both juniors, and both sixteen. I said earlier Santana was seventeen, but that wouldn't make sense if she just started junior year…anyways, on with the story!
I don't own Glee.
Oh boy…
Brett slowly turned around from where he had been standing on the stairs. When he looked at his mothers face he could see the look that was a cross between disappointment and anger. Her voice told the same as she spoke.
"Go wake Santana up, Brett. Your father will be home shortly, and when he gets here the four of us are going to have a talk." Brett can't ever remember hearing the voice his mother had used, even when the twins got themselves into trouble.
Before Brett could even acknowledge his mother, she had walked into the kitchen leaving him standing on the stairs with his mouth hanging open. He then realized something.
Mom knows. Santana Is here. Wait… Why is Santana even here? If Santana is here and mom knows, then Santana must have told her. But why would Santana tell my mom?
Brett was baffled to say the least. He turned and continued walking up the stairs and stopped in front of Ali's room. He took a deep breath and knocked lightly. He didn't get a response he slowly opened the door. What he found brought a small smile to his face.
Even when we are going to be in so much trouble, she makes me smile.
Santana was sound asleep in the middle of Ali's bed, clutching a pillow to her chest. As Brett walked closer to his slumbering girlfriend he noticed the tiny goosebumps on Santana's skin. She was laying on top of the covers and there was no way for him to cover her up, so he did the only logical thing he could think of. He pulled off his shoes and climbed onto the bed behind Santana, pulling her snuggly against him. Santana was constantly telling him how warm he was so this made sense. He also knew Santana could sleep through an earthquake. Most people would at least regain semi-consciousness when they would get cold and pull the covers over them. Santana wouldn't wake for anything.
As Brett laid there with Santana in his arms he couldn't help but be a little optimistic.
Mom knows, and she didn't kick San out….that's a good thing right?
Brett thinking of his mom reminded him that he needed to wake Santana up so they could go talk to his parents.
"San, San baby, wake up." He said softly as he gently shook her.
Dead to the world.
He raised his voice slightly and shook a little harder.
"S, I need you to wake up." He got a mumbled response in return. She turned in his embrace abandoning the pillow she had in her grasp to burrow into Brett's chest.
"San, my parents want to talk to us…" He said.
That got Santana to wake up real fast.
She looked up at him and she could feel the hot tears already forming in her eyes as he heart started beating hard against her chest.
"B! I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to tell your mom, it just kind of happened. You know how hard it is to lie to h-" She was cut off as Brett placed his lips over hers.
Having Brett's lips on hers only made her heart beat faster. Brett always did this to her. No matter what the situation was, kissing Brett always made her heart beat a little faster, but in a good way.
Santana slipped her tongue out and traced Brett's lower lip with it. She couldn't help the disappointed and hurt look on her face when he pulled away. Brett noticed this and immediately went to reassure his girlfriend.
"San, as much as I'd love to get my 'mack' on, my mom was pretty serious sounding about wanting to talk.." He studied her face as he talked. "And I'm not mad you told my mom. I know how she can be, it's like impossible to lie to her…" He bit his lip for a second before suddenly jumping off the bed and walking around to Santana's side and holding his hand out for her to take. "..So lets go talk to her. Together."
Santana couldn't help but feel comforted by him.
She let out a heavy sigh and a small smile as she grabbed his hand.
"Together. I love you B."
"Love you too, San."
Both could feel the others apprehension as they exited Ali's room and headed down the stairs. They were greeted downstairs by silence. It was an eerie silence; The Pierce house was never silent.
Brett lead Santana into the kitchen and first saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee held between her hands. Next he spotted his father.
Steven Pierce was leaned up against the kitchen counter with a somber expression on his face. Obviously Susan had informed him of the situation. It made Brett sad. He was sad because he knew he was the one who put that look on his dads face.
Santana also took in the scene and gripped Brett's hand a little tighter, figuring he needed it as much as she did.
Neither of the Pierce parents had noticed them walk in, both lost in their thoughts. Santana cleared her throat, not only to get their attention, but to try and get rid of the huge lump that had formed.
Susan's head snapped up towards the couple, but Steven didn't acknowledge them.
Brett figured that could maybe be a good sign. If he was going to kick Brett out he would have probably done it right away, Brett hoped as much at least.
"Hey you two, why don't you sit down… Santana, honey, did you have a nice rest? Do you need anything?" Susan said, trying her best to sound somewhat chipper. She was failing miserably, but the teenagers appreciated her for trying.
The couple made their way and took seats next to each other at the table, never separating their hands.
"Yes, thank you Susan. I guess my body needed it. I'm fine right now, thank you." Santana said to her blonde woman. As hard as Santana tried, she couldn't make eye contact.
Talk about awkward tension filled silence. Leave it to Brett to try and break it.
"Uhm, Ma, where is everyone?" Brett asked, looking around the kitchen as if looking for his siblings to pop out of thin air.
"I sent the twins and Emma down to your room with pizza and a movie. Ali is with her study group, I'm not quite sure what time she'll be home."
"Oh." Brett said, feeling stupid for even trying to make things less awkward. Now was not the time.
As silenced settled over the kitchen once again Brett rubbed his thumb over Santana's knuckles in a soothing manner, not even realizing he was doing it. Steven Pierce realized it.
Steven finally broke his silence as he walked over towards the table. The teenagers tensed, half expecting Steven to have an outburst, but what he said caught both of them by surprise.
"Santana, do you love Brett?" Steven asked looking Santana in the eyes.
She held his gaze as she said confidently, "Yes. With all my heart."
Then Steven turned his stare to Brett. "Brett, do you love Santana?"
He responded in true Brett fashion, "I do. I love her more than anyone I've ever loved in this world…No offense mom and dad.." He looked at his parents guiltily, but what he had said was true, so they shouldn't hate him for it.
Susan let out a little giggle, but quickly regained her composure as her husband sat down next to her.
"Well. Santana, you love Brett. Brett, you love Santana. So as far as I'm concerned this child was conceived in love. It is a psychical reminder of your love, albeit a little earlier in you life than I would've hoped for you both...but this baby is love. I'm not one to get in the way of love.. and Santana.." He looked at her with a sad smile "..I'm sorry that your father would try and destroy that love." He let out a long breathe before continuing. "I'm disappointed in both of you, but at the same time I admire your handling of the situation… Santana I admire you for standing up for your believe is right for you, and Brett.." He intertwined his fingers with his wife's. "..I admire you for sticking by Santana's decision. You are the man your mother and I raised you to be."
Santana had always liked Brett's parents, loved them in fact. She never disappointed her. Even when she had disappointed them so severely, they would not disappoint her.
Brett had been afraid of what his parents would do, but now he realized he shouldn't have been. His whole life his parents had stuck by him and been nothing but supportive. He was silly to think they would abandon him when he needed them the most.
Brett turned to Santana and gave her a smile, which she returned. That's when Susan spoke up again.
"Don't think you two are off the hook." Susan said it in a serious tone, but she didn't look as stern as she sounded.
The teenagers snapped out of each others gazes to look back at Susan as she continued with what she had to say.
"Now, we have things to go over. One, Santana, have you seen a doctor?" Santana shook her head.
"Well, tomorrow I am going to make you an appointment with my OB-GYN. She's delivered all my kids, and I wouldn't trust my grandbaby's birth with anyone but her, okay?"
Santana couldn't help but smile at the fact that Susan had said "My grandbaby". It meant that Brett's mom already felt a sense of family over the child she knew was growing inside her.
"Two, and this is a big one. A baby costs money. Lots of money. Even before they are born they cost money. Now, Santana I don't think your parents can legally take you off of their insurance, but I'm sure your dad will somehow forward the bill to us…"
Susan looked at Santana who looked like she was about to have a panic attack. Susan could only imagine how freighting this must be for her.
"..Hey, don't freak out. We will figure it out, okay? But it is going to be tight around here. We just sent in Ali's tuition check, so we aren't high rollers rights now" Susan and Steven both let out a sad laugh. They refused to give up one child's dreams because another child had made a poor choice. They would just have to make it work.
Brett decided he needed to step up. This is my girlfriend, my baby.. my family. It's my job to take care of them, so that's what I'm going to do.
"I can get another job! Yeah, I'll get another job!" Brett said enthusiastically.
Susan was happy to see her son stepping up to take care of his responsibilities, but it scared her a little, which led her to her next point.
"You could Brett, but It's important that you and Santana both graduate high school. So if you can balance your responsibilities here at home with School, swimming, dance and two jobs, then by all means, go for it." Susan said to her oldest boy.
"I know. I could give up dance and swimming if I had to. I'd give up anything for San and the baby." He said in all seriousness.
Santana and Susan both let out a little sigh. Steven just had a smug smirk on his face that said 'That's my boy'.
He really doesn't realize how perfect he is. Santana thought as she looked adoringly at her boyfriend.
"That's amazingly mature of you Brett. Hopefully it won't have to come to that. Ali is applying for scholarships and aid so hopefully she gets some…speaking of Ali, I think you two should tell her what's going on. We have limited space in this house. I was thinking, Santana, that you could share Ali's room until she leaves for school, then you and Brett could use it as both of yours room. I don't think you would be very comfortable in the basement with three smelly boys." Susan smiled at Santana, the Latina gave a grateful look back.
"I don't think you should tell the younger children yet. It would just create confusion. So as far as we are concerned, the Lopez's are going on a mission trip and didn't want to leave Santana alone for the time they would be gone. And once your condition becomes obvious then we tell them the truth. Usually I am not one for lying to my kids, but I think we could avoid a lot of drama this way." Susan said with a nod as if to approve of her own reasoning.
"I totally understand." Santana said agreeing with Susan, and being thankful that she wouldn't have to explain her pregnancy to precious little Emma, at least not yet.
"Santana, were you able to retrieve anything from your house?" Steven asked.
"Uhm, no. I left in a hurry." Santana said, trying not to tear up.
"Well, until we can get you some stuff you can use Ali's thin-" Steven was suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door opening followed by a "Where is everybody?"
"Aww, speak of the devil." Steven smiled before answering his oldest. "In the kitchen, Al."
Steven looked at Santana and continued. "As I was saying, Ali can lend you some stuff-"
"Hey look who I found sitting on the porch." Ali interrupted her father as she obliviously walked into the kitchen with someone behind her.
All sets of eyes turned to Ali, and then to the person behind her. All was silent until Santana let out a shaky breathe.
"Mami?..."
You likey? Review and let me know! We get some quality Mama Lopez/Santana in the next chapter. And could it be, maybe even a little sexy times for Brettana? ;)
