Hey guys! Sorry for any typos with my Spanish last chapter. Thanks for correcting me. I got it from google translator I should have known better. Sorry once again for the lag! I couldn't figure out where I wanted this story to go. Although smut is always good… I want this to be more than a smut story with no depth. I know where I want the story to go next.. you may not be happy initially but know it's part of the journey and trust me! I didn't know if I wanted this story to go past summer..but I do. This story is here to stay for a while. I am going to take my time! Also this chapter is very angsty..this story for a while is probably going to be pretty angsty. Well, growing up Mormon is pretty angsty whaddya want! Since this story is a bit angsty you will notice Santana and Brittany may not be the characters you remember in a typical episode of Glee. Just remember this is an AU story. I am trying to stay true to their character, but in a typical episode of Glee there is comic relief usually from Brittany and Santana .

Thanks as always for reading and your wonderful comments. Please don't hesitate to suggest I value your opinions and don't want to disappoint.

In my chapter I will be speaking of a program called "EFY" (stands for especially for youth) that the Mormon church puts on. I wanted to give you a description of it from the churches website they have up:

"EFY is a youth program whose objectives are to encourage, assist, and guide youth participants (ages 14–18) as they strive to "come unto Christ." EFY creates a setting where youth have the opportunity to develop spiritually, physically, intellectually and socially. EFY programs are held throughout North America every summer and are attended by more than 50,000 youth. Sessions are primarily supervised by young adult counselors ages 20–25 who are positive role models for the youth. All sessions are directed by adult instructors."

Like I said, that came directly from the EFY site the church put out on the internet.

Hope you enjoy!

As always.. I don't own Glee or anything having to do with it but this story line!

"Brittany, sit" Brittany's Dad instructed.

Brittany sighed and hunkered down on the plushy oversized footstool in the living room.

"As you know, it's the summer before your senior year…and we really want you to focus on getting into BYU." Paul said looking to his wife Susie.

As usual, Susie was sitting there like a lifeless marionette only responding when Paul instructed her to.

"Your Mother and I have been praying a lot about you lately and the lord has instructed us to send you to EFY this summer. Its 5 days and we feel it will only make the admission decision to BYU that much easier." Paul explained.

"Not this summer, I have too much going on." Brittany said in an exasperated tone standing up to walk away. At her action, Paul stood up and walked to Brittany gripping the blondes shoulder firmly in order to stop her.

"Brittany. This isn't your decision to make." Paul said through gritted teeth, this was Paul's last physical warning before he typically would blow up in your face.

"Father," Brittany stated in a mocking tone, spinning around to look him in the eyes.

"I have done everything you guys have asked of me, and for once I am telling you no." Brittany spat out as she clenched her jaw.

The dancers mind kept on moving to Santana. She finally met someone who accepted her for who she truly was. She didn't want to waste time at a brainwashing camp. Her parents did that to her every day.

"You might want to re-think talking to me in that tone." Paul hissed as his face turned red.

"Mom, how do you feel about all of this?" Brittany twisted around to Susie sitting there like a shaking leaf.

"I-I…" Susie stuttered, her eyes pleading with Paul for direction.

"No, Mom I am asking how you feel about this." Brittany questioned firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Leave your Mother out of this!" Paul hollered, stomping his foot like a little child as his voice shattered through Brittany's nerves.

"Exactly, she's my Mother. Quit pushing her around like a pile of dirt!" Brittany shrieked at her Dad, looking him in his eyes once again. Brittany tried to avoid eye contact with Paul, he always had a crazy look in them.

"Brittany!" Susie squawked, immediately standing up seeing something snap in Paul.

"You piece of sh-" Paul lifted his hand, ready to strike Brittany.

"Paul! No!" Susie grasped his arm.

Brittany's jaw dropped, this was the first time she had seen her Mother stand up to her Father during his many rage tantrums. Paul heaved Susie off of his arm causing her to land on their hard wood floor with a loud thump. Paul swiftly raised his large hand and struck Brittany across her upper cheek bone. The force of the hit was so much that it caused Brittany to lose her balance and land on the footstool that she was previously sitting on.

"You will go to EFY if you know what's good for you." Paul sneered down at Brittany who was holding her cheek, dazed.

"I'm the man of this house. I will not be talked to like that. Especially by two women." Paul cackled, trudging away to his study, slamming the door.

"Why would you do this to our family?" Susie whispered to Brittany, removing her hand from her cheek.

Susie whimpered as she looked at Brittany's swelling cheek.

"Come on, let's get you an ice pack." Susie pulled Brittany by her hand into the kitchen.

Brittany sat down at the kitchen table, stunned at what had just occurred. She and her Dad had their share of verbal altercations but never had he hit her. The dancer willed herself not to cry, her Father didn't deserve her tears.

Susie quietly pulled an ice pack out of the refrigerator, handing it to Brittany. Brittany winced, placing it over her swelled cheek.

"Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off… all night." Susie sighed, turning to walk out of the kitchen.

This was a typical scenario in the Pierce household. Brittany and Paul would get into a fight and everyone would disappear, leaving Brittany by herself with her anger and sadness. Brittany typically felt alone in the Pierce household.

In cases where Brittany was frustrated or stressed she usually took solacein her dancing studio. Right now, even that wasn't going to help. She knew of one person who could give her comfort.

She went upstairs to her bedroom, plopped on her bed and dialed Santana's phone number in to her cell phone.

"Heeey, sexy!" Santana chirped

Brittany immediately broke down into tears at the comforting sound of Santana's voice, sobbing and sniffling into the phone.

"Britt-Britt? Tell me what's wrong." Santana said soothingly into the receiver

"I….he…" Brittany broke into uncontrollable sobs as her breath started to hiccup.

"That's it, I am coming over." Santana said hurriedly

"Th-my-Wind…ow" Brittany choked through sobs.

Santana quickly hung up, translating Brittany's sobs to mean the she wanted her to come through her window. Lucky for Santana there was a balcony outside of Brittany's room, so she just had to climb through her windowsill.

Brittany laid on her bed, holding the ice pack on her cheek and trying to cry quietly. She tried to get a hold of herself, but the tears kept on flowing. It wasn't just that she was being forced into going to EFY this summer. It was the fact that she had been forced to be someone her whole life that she didn't want to be. Brittany always did everything a "good" Mormon daughter was supposed to do. At least, as far as her parents knew. The dancer had this crazy thought a while ago that she would graduate high school and would finally be able to live the life she always wanted to live. That is what she held on to during the tougher times. Until her parents decided for her that she was to attend BYU. She felt so trapped, she couldn't live her whole life like this. She didn't want to live her college years in a strictly enforced Mormon college with a bunch of other brainwashed Mormons and no Santanas.

Brittany sobbed herself into a grief stricken sleep while waiting for Santana.

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Santana peaked into Brittany's window, tapping lightly. No response. Sighing, wanting to comfort Brittany she tapped once more, waiting a minute or two. Still no response.

"Ugh," Santana hissed impatiently deciding to try to pry the dancers' window open.

With some struggle Santana was able to open the window and sneak stealthily inside Brittany's room. Lucky I'm so small, Santana thought to herself. The brunette gazed to Brittany's bed noticing the blonde was breathing evenly than when she had previously spoken to her on the phone. Tiptoeing towards the bed, she slipped behind Brittany wrapping the dancers' normally strong body, which was now limp and defeated, into hers.

Her chocolate eyes shifted to an ice pack that was on the blondes' bed, she swiftly removed the pack from the bed and placed it on her dresser. The Latina made a mental note to herself to ask why she had an ice pack.

Santana shifted her position, placing her elbow on the mattress and resting her head in her palm. She gazed down at an shattered Brittany, admiring her stunning features. As her gaze moved over her lips, nose and eyes, she noticed something different about Brittany's cheek that was facing her. She lightly touched it, noticing it seemed to be swollen and red. Santana lifted herself to a sitting position, getting a better look at Brittany's swollen cheek.

"…What the ….fuck." Santana whispered to herself becoming enraged.

Brittany shifted in her sleep, sighing awake, her breathing still uneven from her uncontrollable sobs earlier.

"San.." The dancer croaked, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Britt…wh-what happened to you?" Santana tried to inquire as calmly as she could.

"My Dad..he—" Brittany's voice broke

That's all Santana needed to hear before she shot up from the blondes bed towards her bedroom door with one mission in her mind.

"Fuck no." Santana bellowed, shooting towards the doorknob.

"San..please…no." Brittany begged weakly.

Santana spun around to Brittany.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip his balls off, make him eat them and then drown him in his own piss?" Santana shot back to Brittany.

"You're the only good thing in my life right now. If you go in there I will lose you. I won't ever be allowed near you again." Brittany whispered.

"I don't understand why anyone would do this, especially a parent… But to you, Britt-Britt. You're so –wonderful…so…you. wh-why would he do this, why?" Santana pleaded.

So Brittany explained the whole situation to her, which caused a giant burning hole of nausea in Santana's stomach

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"Come stay with me, Britt." Santana begged, Brittany's head in her lap as she gazed down at the blonde.

"I-I would love to…" Brittany hesitated.

"Okay, then its settled—" Santana stated, getting up to grab some of Brittany's things in her closet, drawers.

Brittany stood up, wrapping her arms around Santana's small waist from behind.

"But I can't. I can't run away from my problems. I have to face them." Brittany said

Santana turned around so she was facing the blonde.

"This is different, if you face your problems you are going to get hurt. Physically and emotionally. You can't live like this." Santana pleaded.

"They are my family, I can't just toss them aside. My Mom, what would she do? She would be heartbroken. " Brittany said desperately.

"You have to stand up to them and think of yourself for once. They have you trapped. What's going to happen if you can't get out?" Santana cried

Brittany cupped Santana's cheeks and kissed her lightly, lingering a bit.

"I'll be okay. I am Brittany S. Pierce. I'm stronger than yesterday!" Brittany joked.

"I can't do this. I care too much about you to watch you destroy yourself in front of my eyes. You know where I am if you change your mind." Santana slipped out the window.