Some Ships Will Never Sink
After the movie ended, Britt and I drove back to my house. I felt overwhelmed with adrenaline, happiness, and the slightest feeling of guilt for lying to my mom. On the other hand, she didn't say we couldn't have sex, just not in the house. Whatever. She doesn't have to know.
"Hey San?"
"Yeah?" I looked over at my girlfriend.
"That was the best time I've ever had at a movie theater."
I laughed. "Same, Britt-Britt, same."
I pulled into my driveway and we got out. The leaves had just started to change color. Brittany took my hand in hers. She knew my favorite season was fall. I kissed her cheek and we walked to my front door. We entered and immediately stopped. I put my arm protectively around her waist.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"To talk to my daughter."
Mr. Pierce sat in our living room, looking like he hadn't slept in a day or two. He stood, rubbing his eyes with his hand.
"Brittany," he began, "you're my daughter. I'll always love you, no matter what, but this is hard for me. I don't believe in gay marriage. Never have and never will. But, I'm going to have to deal with you not being, well, straight."
"What are you saying?" she asked, biting her lip.
"I'm saying that I love you, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully accept your sexuality."
"Dad, I don't even know what my sexuality is. All I know is that I love Santana. I always will, and sooner or later you're going to have to accept that."
I gave Britt a small smile and reached for her hand inconspicuously.
"I don't want you to see her anymore."
"Well you don't really have the power to do that so too bad." I said, tightening my grip on her hand.
"You can't talk to me like that." He said, voice cold.
"You can't take Britt away from me. I love her and she loves me. We're happy together. Isn't that what most parents want for their children?" I was hoping my voice wouldn't crack. I knew he could take her away from me if he wanted to. Every part of me was trying not to cry. Not in front of her. I couldn't.
The front door opened behind us.
"What's going on in here?" my mom asked.
"He's trying to take her away from me." I turned to face my mom, struggling to keep the tears from spilling.
"Mr. Pierce, I'm sure we can work this out."
"I'm sure we can."
"These girls, they really do love each other. How could you just tear them apart?" my mom said, placing her hands on our shoulders.
"Their relationship is going against my beliefs and what I stand for."
"I understand that would be difficult, but wouldn't you rather have your daughter be in a happy relationship than in no relationship because of you?"
"She can be in a happy relationship. There's plenty of boys on the football team who would be happy to date my daughter."
"I don't want to date any of the boys on the football team. They all think I'm stupid! Santana is the only one who really believes in me, boy or girl. Why don't you love me enough to realize that I'm happy?" A tear rolled down her face. I wiped it away with my thumb.
"Look, Mr. Pierce. I love your daughter. I know she's important to you, but she's important to me, too. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't love her more than anyone else. I just want her to feel accepted for who she loves. I'm not a bad person and I'll always be there for her. What's so bad about that?"
"It isn't right. You two shouldn't be allowed to love each other. The Bible says th-"
"Well maybe the Bible is crap! Have you ever stopped to think that maybe things have changed since the thousands of years ago it was written?"
"I find that extremely offensive and maybe you should choose your words more carefully."
"No, what's offensive is you telling me that I'm not good enough for Brittany because we're girls. Newsflash: it's 2014. People are starting to accept that gay people have the same rights as straight people."
"They shouldn't." Mr. Pierce said with a hatred so deep it made me tense up out of fear and anger.
I felt a pull on my arm and the next thing I knew I was driving down the back roads of Lima with a crying Brittany in the passengers seat. I headed toward the apple orchard she loves so much. We stopped at the secret area we would always go to when we were kids. It was enclosed and had cherry blossom trees all around. The sun had gone down and you could smell the scent of the fresh apples from the orchard. I spread out a large blanket I always kept in my car. Taking Britt's hand in mine, I lead her to the blanket. We lied there for what could have been forever. I wiped away her tears, kissing her on her forehead, her nose, finally landing on her mouth.
"I love you." She whispered on my lips.
"I love you too. No matter what."
She intertwined our fingers together, resting her head in the crook of my neck. The only sounds were birds chirping in the distance and our breathing.
"Santana?" her voice was small.
"Yeah?"
"Promise me you'll never leave me ever."
"I promise to love you until the day I die."
She leaned up and kissed me for a few seconds before settling into my neck again.
"Sing to me?" she asked, kissing my neck right above my collarbone.
"It's just another night,
And I'm staring at the moon.
I saw a shooting star,
And I thought of you.
I sang a lullaby,
By the waterside, and I knew.
If you were here,
I'd sing to you."
I fell asleep shortly after Brittany. Under the moonlight, the amazing smell of fall, a beautiful girl who I'd give the world to in my arms. Why couldn't her dad accept us? If only he could really see how happy we were.
Around 5:30 in the morning, I felt someone poking my face.
"Britt?" I asked, not bothering to open my eyes.
"We fell asleep out here."
"Oh crap," I sat up, yawning, "We should probably get back."
Brittany wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I held her there for a while, trying to forget about her dad. We rolled up the blanket and threw it in the trunk before making the drive back to my house. We walked in my front door, where I got ambushed by a pair of arms that happened to belong to my mother.
"Thank God you're both alright! We had no idea where you were!"
"I'm really sorry about that…we just couldn't handle what he was saying about us."
My mom told us to go change and get cleaned up so we could talk about it over breakfast. In my room, Britt had taken my face in her hands and was kissing my lips softly, but passionately.
"Britt," I stopped her, "my mom's gonna think we're having sex again."
She giggled. "Yeah, you're probably right."
"She left one short kiss on my lips before getting ready. I smiled at how lucky I was to have her before getting ready myself.
A/N: This was a really long chapter too. I just really hate homophobic people so I made it really easy to hate Mr. Pierce. I thought the apple orchard thing was pretty cute. Please review!
