Brittany slid her phone out of her pocket and bit the inside of her cheek nervously when she saw that Santana hadn't replied to her text she had sent at the start of first period. The blonde knitted her eyebrows together at the empty chair next to her; she missed the warm tingly feeling that Santana gave her when she was near.
Brittany tapped her pen absentmindedly on the desk and stared blankly ahead at Mrs Hendrix who was talking about something that the blonde had lost interest in. History was a confusing subject for the tall girl, how was she supposed to know that anti-Semitism wasn't a medicine that people took to get rid of illnesses and infections? And without Santana there to help her and put what the teacher was saying into simpler terms, the blonde had no idea what the frizzy haired woman was saying or what to do.
However, ever since Santana had started tutoring the blonde a few months ago, she had improved in all her subjects especially English, chemistry and math which meant that she was no longer failing anything. She was a straight C+ student and had even managed to scrape a few B's here and there!
Brittany leaned back in her chair and smiled as she remembered the first time she had gotten a C in a subject, her stomach was in knots when her chemistry teacher handed the graded papers back out. She couldn't believe it when she saw a big C+ written in red on the corner of her paper. The blonde dropped her paper and squealed with excitement as she nudged Santana who sat next to her.
The Latina smiled the blonde's favourite smile, the one where she smiled so big that her cheeks bunched and showed off her dimples and her brown eyes shimmered with pride. She awkwardly side hugged Santana and thanked her over and over for helping her study and how she couldn't have done it without her but the brunette wasn't having any of it. Brittany could still hear the Latina's raspy voice and her exact words as she protested. "No Britt, this is all you. You already knew the answers; you just needed somebody to help you out along the way. I'm so proud of you Britt-Britt!"
Brittany got pulled out of her thoughts when the bell rang, signalling that the lesson was over. She packed up her books and slung her backpack over her shoulder and went to leave the history classroom when she was stopped by her teacher.
"Brittany, you're friends with Santana Lopez right?" Mrs Hendrix quizzed, the woman's wild hair and glasses had always reminded the blonde of Professor Trelawney from the Harry Potter films.
Brittany nodded politely.
"Would you mind giving this to her then" the teacher handed Brittany a thin black folder. "It's important that she gets this as soon as possible Brittany, it's an essay she needs to complete that's worth 30% of her final grade."
Brittany took the folder and slid it into her backpack, "I'll go over to her place straight after school."
"Hey Brittany, have you heard from Santana?" Quinn asked the girl as she entered the physics classroom for third period.
"No you?" Brittany wondered and watched the shorter blonde take her usual seat next to her.
Quinn shook her head, "she's probably still hungover from Rachel's party."
Brittany rolled her eyes playfully. "Maybe, but don't let her know you've said that because she'll go" she paused for a moment before she did her best impression of Santana "all Lima Heights."
"Lightweight" Quinn smirked.
The two blondes giggled, it was a known fact that Santana couldn't hold her alcohol as easily as the other two since there was only so much alcohol her tiny body could take and it wasn't a lot.
"What's going on with her and Toby? They were all over each at the party" Brittany asked curiously while she copied down what Mr Ramirez had written on the whiteboard.
"Oh they're dating now."
The blonde's blue eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and she felt as though her blood had turned into ice. "For real?" Brittany spluttered.
"As real as a heart attack" the other blonde said.
"Heart attacks are just from loving too much Quinn" Brittany muttered, her eyebrows had creased together from trying to make sense of Santana dating a boy.
"That's a..." the shorter girl paused for a few seconds to try to find the right word, "...peaceful way at looking at it."
Brittany frowned, still confused by the concept. "So if they're dating, does this mean that she's his girlfriend?"
Quinn raised an eyebrow at the blonde, "that's what dating is right?"
The blue eyed girl chewed her pencil and got lost in her thoughts, why would Santana be dating a boy? She's a lesbian! None of this made sense to the blonde. "So weird" she mumbled under her breath.
"Did you say something?" Quinn asked looking up from her work.
Brittany shook her head quickly, "huh? No."
Quinn narrowed her eyes and turned to face Brittany, suspicious hazel eyes searched big blue ones. "Look, I know you're really close to Santana but I just want you to know that you can talk to me too okay? We're friends to Brittany."
"Thanks Quinn" she smiled and something caught her eye. "Turn around; I swear I just saw something shiny in your hair."
Quinn did as she was told and Brittany spotted a glittering gold star between strands of blonde hair and pulled it out gently.
"What the? I swore I got them all out" Quinn scowled and glared at the star between Brittany's fingers. She looked up to the girls face and saw that she was grinning with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Do you know anything about these Brittany?"
The girl tried to hide back a laugh from the glaring blonde, "you were really angry and yelling at Puck so we thought that sprinkling gold stars and pouring glitter over you would make you stop because who can be mad when they're covered in sparkly stuff? The gold stars were Rachel's idea obviously."
"And you thought that would work?" Quinn quirked an eyebrow in disbelief.
Brittany couldn't contain her laughter anymore, "it did! You stopped shouting at Puck and walked over to the bar and disappeared for the rest of the night."
The other blonde shook her head speechlessly and went back to her work.
Forty minutes of the lesson had passed but Brittany hadn't done much work, her brain was still mulling over the idea of Santana having a boyfriend. The memory of the two of them sitting on top of the hotel in New York invaded her mind once again and she remembered that Santana had told her that she'd come out to Quinn. Brittany eyed the shorter girl next to her, how could she be so calm about this?!
"Quinn, I know you know that Santana is a lesbian" she said in a tiny whisper so nobody else could hear them.
The hazel eyed girl dropped her pen and opened her mouth to deny everything but Brittany interrupted her.
Brittany looked around to double check that nobody was listening. "Look Quinn, I know she is too, so what's really happening between her and Toby?"
"I told you Brittany! They're dating; perhaps she's straight after all? Maybe she just went through a phase!?" Quinn hushed angrily.
The tall girl pursed her lips but said no more, she definitely knew that it wasn't a "phase".
Brittany parked her motorbike on the sidewalk outside Santana's house and knocked the front door.
The blonde played with the hem of her t-shirt anxiously, she had only ever been at the Lopez house a handful of times but that was only to pick Santana up or take her home, she had never been inside the Latina's house or met her parents before.
The blonde looked up from her t-shirt when she heard the door open. A woman who was a few inches shorter than her and dressed in a fitted white shirt and navy dress pants stood in front of her. Brittany assumed that this must be Santana's mother since she had the same caramel skin, pouty lips, dark hair and jawline as the young Latina did.
"Hi Mrs Lopez, I have some school work to give Santana. It's important" Brittany said quickly and gestured to the folder she was carrying in one hand.
Maribel Lopez said nothing in reply; she was too busy eyeing Brittany from head to toe with her narrowed eyes. The blonde fidgeted awkwardly until the older woman finally spoke, "come in."
Brittany followed the woman and stepped into the Lopez house, her eyes widened at the ample hallway that looked like it went on forever. The walls were covered in wooden panelling that looked like it had been freshly polished and there were many doors that led off from the hallway.
Santana's mom ushered Brittany through the first door which led into the living room. Brittany felt as though she had walked into another world when she entered the room. It was easily twice as big as the living room at her house and it was spotless. There were three black leather couches, two of them were arranged in an L shape and the bigger one was a few metres away from the largest TV that Brittany had ever seen in a house. There was a matching chair tucked in the corner of the room and a giant glass bookshelf that was brimming with books of all colours and sizes took up one wall. The glass coffee table had three coasters and magazines organized perfectly on, and Brittany doubted if they had ever been touched. The pristine white walls were bare apart from a few pieces of what the blonde presumed to be, expensive artwork.
Everything about the living room was so opposite the Pierces, everything was in its place and polished whereas the small living room she was used to was overrun with her sisters' toys and instead of fancy paintings on the walls, there were photographs of the Pierce family scattered throughout the house.
Brittany sat down on the couch, careful not to destroy the elaborate cushion display and looked around the room. She felt out of place in her white t-shirt that was dotted with pink paw prints and denim shorts as Mrs Lopez stared her down.
Maribel sat down on the other leather couch and faced the blonde. "Santana is in the shower, I expect she'll be out shortly" she said firmly, not taking her eyes off the girl.
Brittany began to feel uncomfortable under the intimidating gaze of Mrs Lopez and cleared her throat, "I'm Brittany by the way. I'm not sure I mentioned it before."
The Latina's face softened slightly, "so you're the reason why my daughter is hardly home."
"Yeah I guess, we hang out a lot. She's my best friend" the blonde smiled genuinely.
"And you're also the girl she tutors?" Maribel raised an eyebrow, even though it sounded more like a statement than a question.
"Yup that's me, Mrs Lopez."
Mrs Lopez leaned back and a smug smirk crept over her face, "I did always teach Santana to help those less fortunate than herself."
The blonde clenched her jaw at the older woman, "yeah she's a great teacher and I'm not failing anything now!" Brittany tried to joke light-heartedly.
"It's disappointing that you were failing in the first place. I cannot fathom what I would do if my daughter started failing school. What on earth did your mother think?" Maribel pressed her lips together and sucked her teeth in at the girl.
"My mom's always told me to try my best but as long as I'm healthy and happy, that's all that really matters" the blonde explained with a shrug.
"Well your mother clearly needs to sort her priorities out and you were obviously not trying your best Brittany if you were failing!"
The tall girl glared at Santana's mother with cold blue eyes, she couldn't believe how rude she was. Brittany's mom was one of the strongest and kindest people she knew and the past few years haven't exactly been sunshine and happiness for the Pierce family.
"My mom's an amazing mom!" Brittany defended, irritated at the arrogant woman sitting opposite her.
Mrs Lopez opened her mouth to speak when the door on the other side of the living room opened. Brittany tore her eyes away from the older woman's frown and her catlike eyes widened when she saw Santana standing in the doorway with damp hair and a fluffy white towel wrapped around her body.
"Brittany said she had some school work for you mijá" the older woman informed.
"Yeah, um..she...Mrs Hendrix said it was important" flustered Brittany, her voice was slightly lower than usual as she roamed the Latina's body.
"Oh thanks Britt-Britt" Santana smirked and tightened her grip on her towel. "We'll go to my room and you can give it to me up there."
Brittany blushed at the double meaning of her words and judging by the pink that was spreading across the Latina's tanned cheeks so did she.
Brittany stood up from the couch and followed the Latina out of the door that led to the hallway and walked upstairs. The blonde couldn't take her eyes off Santana's tanned legs that peeked out under the towel and watched how her calf muscles contoured with each step she took.
"You can just put the work on my bed Britt" Santana told her as they entered the room.
Santana's room was everything like Brittany had expected it to be. The walls were covered in black wallpaper with a very subtle floral pattern and a poster of Bob Marley hung above a double bed with black silky sheets. There was the biggest walk in wardrobe that Brittany had ever seen, a dressing table with makeup and hair products organised neatly on and three furry black beanbags that were placed in the shape of a triangle next to Santana's impressive CD collection. But what caught the blondes attention the most was the acoustic guitar and keyboard in the corner of the bedroom; the Latina had never mentioned that she could play an instrument of any kind, let alone two!
Brittany caught Santana's eyes in the mirror as she tied her dark damp hair into a high pony and subconsciously licked her lips as she watched a drop of water roll over her collarbone and disappear between her tanned breasts.
The blonde felt her face grow warm and drew her eyes away from the reflection of the Latina's chest when she turned around to face her. "I need to get changed" Santana said and made a twisting gesture with her fingers.
Brittany scrunched her nose up in confusion until she realised that the girl's gesture was telling her to turn around so she wouldn't be looking at Santana, "but we see each other naked and get changed in front of each other all the time San."
The brunette folded her arms tightly over the towel, "I know we do Britt but this is different."
The blonde didn't understand how it was different, was it because they hadn't actually had sex this time? She looked at Santana one last time before pouting and turning around. Brittany looked at the wall she was facing and walked closer to get a better view of the photos that Santana had stuck up.
The taller girl couldn't help but smile at the differences between the two of them, sure Brittany had photographs and pictures in her bedroom too but they were scattered around and overlapped like a collage whereas it looked like Santana had spent hours sticking up her photos and made sure that they were equal distances apart.
She scanned over the many photos; there was a photo of Santana pretending to strangle Puck, a photo of the Glee Club after they had won Regionals in New York, a photo of her and Santana resting their heads on each of Kurt's shoulders and a photo of Quinn and Santana in their Cheerio uniforms holding up a trophy above their heads. She grinned when she saw that Santana had stuck up the photo they had taken of themselves together in New York.
"I'm done."
Santana's voice dragged Brittany out of her trance and turned around. She felt as though her breath had been knocked out of her when she saw Santana standing in front of her dressed in grey shorts and her green stripy t-shirt that she had given the Latina a couple of months ago because her clothes were sweaty and wet from running. "You're wearing my t-shirt," she said softly.
"It's really comfortable" Santana admitted shyly but widened her eyes. "Fuck, do you want it back? I completely forgot to give it back to you" the Latina started to tug the bottom of the t-shirt and revealed a slither of her toned stomach.
"Calm down San, it's okay. Keep it" Brittany giggled at the flustered girl. "Besides it looks better on you."
Santana rolled her eyes playfully, "I highly doubt that Britt-Britt."
Brittany ducked her head coyly and sat on the Latina's bed and began to trace the silky pattern. She had a nagging pain in her stomach that had bothered her ever since her mom had told her that she had seen Santana in the Lima Bean with Toby the other day.
"Quinn told me about you and Toby" she said without looking up.
"Oh yeah?" Santana asked and led on her stomach on her bed.
The blonde looked up and stared at the Latina with her piercing eyes. "Yeah, is it true?"
"Yeah, we're dating."
Brittany had her suspicions but she didn't know they were actually dating, she didn't believe Quinn and she wanted to hear it from Santana but now she couldn't believe her ears.
"What?!"
"Toby and I are in a relationship" Santana shrugged.
The blonde glared at the Latina and Santana could see her blue eyes start to cloud over with rage.
"What the fuck Santana!? You're kidding right? You're a lesbian!" Brittany hissed and ran her hands through her blonde hair.
Santana raised an eyebrow when Brittany swore; the blonde only swore if they were having sex or if she was extremely pissed off. Either way, the brunette had always found the blonde swearing hot.
"Maybe I'm like you, maybe I'm bisexual."
"Oh please Santana" the blonde scoffed and got up from the bed. "You're so gay that you're the reason why I'm sure unicorns exist!"
Santana would have laughed and be oddly flattered if they weren't arguing.
"How long has this been going on for?" Brittany demanded.
Santana sighed and dragged herself off the bed and turned to face the vivid girl. "Not long, only since Thursday. He asked me to go on a date with him and it grew from there."
"So the reason you "forgot" to tutor me that day was because you and Toby had a hot date at the Lima Bean" the blonde spat.
The Latina rolled her eyes. "Don't quote me Britt, that's a fucking valid reason and just let it go already!"
Brittany stuck her chin out and eyed the girl with her darkened eyes, "are you sleeping with him?!"
"I don't see how that's any of your business" Santana tilted her head and crossed her arms.
"It's my business because we sleep together Santana and I don't want to catch anything."
Santana scowled at the blonde with cold brown eyes and clenched her jaw, "what the fuck are you insinuating Britt?"
"That he probably has more diseases than the leader of Lord Tubbington's street gang" Brittany said bluntly.
The brunettes jaw dropped, "that is out of line Brittany."
"Like that time you said Artie should slit his own already useless kneecaps and mail himself to Antarctica!"
"Why do you bring that Cripple into everything!?" Santana groaned. "And what the fuck did you mean when you said you didn't want to catch anything?"
"Well can you blame me? We knew each other for under an hour and had sex the first time we met so forgive me for being cautious!" Brittany challenged the girl through gritted teeth.
"I'm not going to give you a STD Brittany. Fuck, I've been with one person since you and I hooked up the first time and nobody since we started doing it regularly!"
The blonde flared her nostrils and began to clap her hands sarcastically. "Oh well fucking done for controlling your vagina Santana."
Santana smirked, she had never seen Brittany this angry before and she would be lying if she said it wasn't turning her on. She wondered how much she could push Brittany before one of them gave in.
"Even if I am sleeping with Toby, it has nothing to do with you!"
"Santana, you can't have sex with Toby" the blonde said firmly.
The Latina creased her eyebrows together, "why can't I sleep with Toby but you can sleep with Artie?"
"Because I'm dating Artie!" Brittany spat.
"Well I'm dating Toby!"
Brittany made a noise that didn't even sound human out of frustration. "You're fucking gay Santana! You don't like boys in that way and you don't like dick!"
Santana felt her face heat up when the last word rolled off the blonde's tongue, Brittany being crude was a new thing to hear.
"Can you stop telling me what I do and don't like? I'm not a fucking kid" she narrowed her eyes at the blonde.
"You're acting like one. God, why are you so stubborn?!"
"Lopez family trait" Santana smirked.
"You're fucking impossible Santana. This has to be bullshit, I don't understa-.."
The Latina couldn't hold it back anymore, she lunged forward and put her hands on the girls waist and pulled her in. Brittany allowed her tongue to enter her mouth immediately when she felt Santana's lips collide with hers. Santana brought her hands up and tousled the blonde hair roughly and sucked the blonde's bottom lip before she pulled away.
"You're right you know? It is bullshit" she admitted.
Brittany frowned, "what?"
"Toby and I aren't dating" Santana explained quietly.
"But you said...Quinn said.." the blonde trailed off.
"I know but-.."
"You lied to me" Brittany stuck out her bottom lip.
Santana nibbled the inside of her lip and looked up at the pouting blonde. "I guess, but I had to."
"What's going on Santana?" the blue eyed girl sighed.
Santana took Brittany's pinky in hers and led her back to the bed. She sat Indian style on the silky sheets and the blonde mimicked her position so they were facing each other.
"Toby and I are only pretending to date. The school, my parents and the kids in Glee think we're dating and it has to stay that way okay?"
Brittany's eyebrows knitted together, "how did Quinn find out?"
"She screamed at me until I told her the truth and then I made her promise not to tell anybody and if anybody asked her anything then she would say that Toby and I were dating."
The blonde chewed the inside of her cheek, "why are you doing this San?"
The Latina took a deep breath and looked straight into the girl's gentle ocean eyes, she felt like those eyes could see right through her. "Mainly to get my parents off my back so they would stop trying to find me a boyfriend but I also wanted to get some of my reputation back."
"Santana" Brittany mumbled softly but not in a pitying or patronising way.
"Quinn and I used to run McKinley Britts, but then the thing with Coach Sue and Glee happened and I don't know, I guess I missed being on top" the brunette admitted in a small voice.
"Wanky."
Santana's eyes widened and her lips crept into a grin, "hey that's my line!"
The two giggled for a few minutes before Brittany took Santana's hand in hers and ran her thumb over the brunette's tanned knuckles soothingly. "I won't say anything, I promise San."
"Thanks Britt" she smiled genuinely but then her lips curved into a smirk, "but you know, anybody would think you were jealous by the way you were acting."
Brittany scoffed but a pink blush crept across her cheeks. "Ha, if you want to talk about jealousy go ahead, but don't think I haven't noticed how you are around Artie and I'm pretty sure if looks could kill he'd be long gone by now."
"As if I'd be jealous of that four eyed loser!"
The blonde clicked her tongue but her eyes had a playful glint in them, "there you go again!"
Santana ducked her head bashfully and a small smile appeared on her face, "whatever Britt."
"I'm not jealous San, I guess I'm just a little annoyed that you feel like you have to pretend to be somebody you're not and hide behind somebody else" Brittany told her solemnly, her tone was completely free of any judgement. "I'm sad that you're afraid to let people know how awesome you are because you really are one of the most awesomest people I have ever met but when you are ready to tell them, remember that I'll be on your side okay?"
Santana blinked back the tears that had threatened to fall down her face. She had no idea that such simple words that rolled off the blondes tongue could be so powerful to her. The Latina reached forward, wrapped her arms around the taller girl's neck and hugged her tightly. "Thank you Britt-Britt" she whispered.
"I'm sorry for accusing you of sleeping around San, I trust that you won't give me crabs" Brittany teased and tightened her grip on the brunette's waist.
Santana giggled into the girl's neck and stroked her soft long hair, "so are we back to normal now?"
"If normal means best friends that have mindblowing sex almost every day then yeah, we're back to normal" chuckled Brittany but she instantly regretted it when she felt the girl freeze in her arms. The blonde hastily looked around the room for inspiration to start a new conversation; she smiled when her eyes landed on two objects in the corner of the girl's bedroom.
"I never knew you played the guitar and the keyboard."
Santana pulled away from the blonde and shyly looked up at Brittany, "yeah I mess around a little with them."
Brittany cocked her head to the side, "how come you've never mentioned it?"
"It just never seemed important" the Latina shrugged.
"Is it important to you?"
Santana nodded.
"Then it's important to me! Can you play me something?"
"Maybe another time Britts" Santana mumbled and looked away because she knew that she'd give in if she looked into those pleading blue eyes.
"Santana Lopez" the blonde gasped in fake shock, "are you shy?!"
"No!" Santana said a bit too loudly, "it's just..."
"Just what?" Brittany teased lightly.
The brunette ducked her head and looked down at her hands, "I've never played in front of somebody else."
"I hope one day you'll play for me" the blonde confessed in just above a whisper.
Santana looked up and saw Brittany looking at her, she was so close to the blonde that she was able to count the freckles that were dotted across her face if she wanted to. "I hope one day I will too."
The two stayed silent for a while and exchanged small shy smiles while twinkling sapphire eyes mixed with shimmering mocha ones.
"Brittany! Do you want to stay for dinner?"
The girls jumped at the sound of Mrs Lopez's voice yelling up the stairs, they had become completely oblivious to what was happening around them.
"I understand if you don't want to Britt, my parents can be a bit..." Santana wavered off and tried to find the right word to describe her parents.
"Of course I want to stay San" she said excitedly. "Yes please Mrs Lopez!" the blonde called down to the older Latina. Brittany slid off the bed and tugged on Santana's pinky, "come on I have this really funny YouTube video I wanted to show you!"
"So how do you two know each other?" Mr Lopez asked as he eyed the teenage girls who sat opposite him and his wife at the dining table.
Brittany and Santana looked at each and had a silent conversation; they obviously couldn't tell her parents the truth so they went for the closest thing.
"I moved to Lima a few months ago and met Santana when I started McKinley" Brittany said after she swallowed a mouthful of sour cream chicken enchilada.
Mrs Lopez took a sip of water, "oh, where are you from originally?"
"Cleveland."
"And where do you live now?" Mr Lopez enquired.
"Pantside, Sir."
Maribel widened her eyes, "that's a-.."
"Mamá" Santana warned. It was well known throughout Lima that Pantside wasn't a particularly safe or nice neighbourhood.
"Interesting part of town." The older woman looked up and saw her daughter shaking her head at her in disapproval.
Mr Lopez chewed on a piece of enchilada, "what do your parents do Brittany?"
"My mom's a phlebotomist at Lima General Hospital" the blonde explained proudly.
"Papá works at Lima General too" Santana smiled.
"Yes I do, although I am a neurosurgeon which is much more advanced than a simple phlebotomist. What about your dad?"
"Papá!" Santana hissed. She turned to the side and saw Brittany focused on moving around her enchiladas on the plate and whispered in her ear. "It's okay Britt; you don't have to answer them if you don't want to."
Brittany looked up to the Latina and shook her head. "He um," she took a deep breath and faced the couple, "he passed away shortly after my youngest sister was born."
"Sorry" her father mumbled sheepishly and quickly took another bite of food.
Santana slid her hand underneath the table and gently squeezed the blonde's bare knee in support. She still wasn't sure how he died or even what his name was, Brittany had never spoken about her dad apart from the very first time Santana went to her house and asked where Mr Pierce was.
An uncomfortable silence fell and all that could be heard was the sound of the silver cutlery clanging and Jorge Lopez chewing his food until Mrs Lopez cleared her throat.
"You said you have a sister?"
"Yes, I have two sisters, Erica and Bailey and a brother called Evan. I'm the oldest." Santana watched as an authentic smile formed on Brittany's face when she spoke about her siblings.
"Maribel and I didn't want a big family, we decided to have one child and that they would be perfect."
Mrs Lopez beamed proudly at her daughter, "and she's slowly getting there now that she has a boyfriend!"
Santana felt a hand fall lightly on her hand that she placed on Brittany's knee and felt the blondes soft fingers gently graze her knuckles, it comforted the Latina instantly.
"Do you have a boyfriend Brittany?"
"Yes, Artie."
Maribel raised an eyebrow and looked at her daughter, "isn't he the one in the wheelchair from your singing club mijá?"
"Yes mamá and you know it's called Glee club, Brittany is a part of it too."
Her mother ignored her daughter and turned her attention back to the blonde, "do you love him?"
The Latina's mouth opened in shock and glared at her persistent mother as she felt Brittany's body tense up next to her at the question.
Brittany shrugged, "I guess so."
"Do you think you'll marry him Brittany?" Jorge asked.
"Dios mío papá!" Santana shrieked and her eyes widened in horror, Brittany marrying Artie was not something she wanted to think about, the idea of Brittany marrying that idiot repulsed her to her very core.
Brittany took a big sip of water after she nearly choked on her enchiladas when the question left the man's mouth. "I-I don't know, I mean I'm only seventeen, I don't even know if I'll marry a man."
Mrs Lopez put down her cutlery and frowned, "excuse me?"
"Oh I'm bisexual so I could marry a woman and spend the rest of my life with her" she explained casually. Brittany felt Santana's grasp on her knee become tighter and immediately regretted telling the Latina's parents about her sexuality, she forgot that they were still stuck in the dark ages and didn't realise that things were actually changing in the world.
"But you're in a relationship with a boy though" Jorge narrowed his dark eyes.
Brittany nodded.
"Then you've decided that you're straight."
The blonde held back the urge to roll her eyes, "no I haven't "decided" anything."
"But you just said that you're in a normal relationship with a boy!" Maribel exclaimed.
"Yes but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still attracted to girls!"
"So you're really a lesbian who is deceiving everybody and hurting this poor boy in the process" Mr Lopez declared.
"What? No! Look, you both seem like smart people but in case you don't know bisexuality means-.."
"We know what it means, thank you very much young lady" Mrs Lopez interrupted.
"Then you would know that a bisexual person can be in a relationship with a boy and still be attracted to girls but just not act on their attraction because they're in a relationship and vice versa" Brittany told them, her face had turned pink from frustration.
"I don't believe "bisexuality" exists, you're either a heterosexual and going to heaven or a homosexual and going to hell" the Latin man snarled.
Santana's heart was racing and her stomach was churning with nerves. If they were acting this way when they found out that one of their daughter's friends is bisexual, how would they react when their own daughter told them that she was a lesbian? The Latina didn't want to think of what would happen to her, they'd probably tear her to shreds or send her to a camp to make her straight like she saw on But I'm A Cheerleader.
She saw Brittany out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her usual pale face was the same shade of pink as it was when the two of them argued earlier and how her jaw clenched and unclenched. Something in Santana snapped when she saw the blonde this way, what did Quinn say the feeling was called when a person felt angry when somebody else was and wanted to destroy the person who made them feel that way? The Latina racked her brain until she remembered Quinn's words; "it's called caring about somebody else and wanting to protect them".
"¿Puedes por favor papá tranquilo! ¿Por qué siempre se siente como usted tiene que saber todo sobre una persona y luego discutir con ellos?! [Can you please be quiet papá! Why do you always feel like you have to know everything about a person and then argue with them?!]" She slammed her fists down on the table and made everybody jump.
"Santana no te atrevas a hablar con su padre de esa manera! [Santana don't you dare talk to your father like that!]" Maribel yelled.
"Ella es un mentiroso y un tramposo y un pecador! [She's a liar and a cheat and a sinner!]" her father said in a low, dangerous voice.
"No me importa lo que usted piensa que ella es, ella es mi mejor amiga para ella tratar con respeto [I don't care what you think she is, she's my best friend so treat her with respect!]" Santana growled through gritted teeth.
Brittany looked between the three people who were screaming in Spanish at each other; she really wished that she'd paid attention to Mr Schue now but then again they were speaking so fast that she doubted she'd be able to understand them anyway. The only thing she was certain about was that Santana speaking Spanish had to be the hottest thing she'd ever heard.
She figured that Santana had said something to shut her parents up because they fell into another uncomfortable silence as they ate their food. When the young Latina sat back down next to her she smiled and linked her left pinky with Santana's right one secretly under the table.
"What are your plans after graduation?" Mrs Lopez asked and tried to break the tense and thick atmosphere surrounding the table.
Santana rolled her eyes, "we're not even seniors yet mamá!"
"It's never too early to start thinking about the future mijá" her mother replied simply.
"I think I'm going to apply to some dance schools and hopefully open my own dance studio and teach children one day" Brittany announced and Santana squeezed her pinky encouragingly.
Maribel cocked her head to the side, "dancing isn't a very a sustainable or reliable career Brittany."
"It's what I love to do."
"She's an amazing dancer mamá!"
Brittany felt her face warm up at the compliment and Santana smirked when she saw a rosy colour appear on her pale cheeks.
Mr Lopez snorted, "that is almost as tragic as Santana wanting to become a professional singer."
"Santana could totally be a professional singer" Brittany supported and grinned at the girl beside her. "She would be so successful. If her voice had a taste, it would taste like marshmallow fluff with a hint of cinnamon, her voice is that awesome."
"No Santana won't be. She'll be a doctor or a lawyer like the rest of the Lopezs" the Latin man said firmly.
Santana rolled her eyes at her father; she knew there was no point arguing with him especially in front of Brittany.
"I should really be on my way otherwise my mom will think I've been abducted by aliens again" Brittany announced.
"I'll walk you out Britt-Britt."
"The food was delicious, it was..." the blonde trailed off and looked between the scowling couple. "Yeah, the food was delicious."
Santana shut the dining room door behind them and walked Brittany out into the hallway.
"I'm really sorry for the 20 questions off my parents and what they said to you tonight" she apologised.
Brittany scrunched her nose up, "they were pretty mean and rude."
"That's why I haven't introduced you to them before now."
"Are they always like that? Constantly criticising and belittling you?" the blonde asked with a raised eyebrow.
Santana nodded and avoided Brittany's concerned eyes, "yeah but I've gotten used to it so I don't expect anything different anymore."
"That's so sad" Brittany pouted.
The Latina shrugged as if it was no big deal. "Like I said, I'm used to it. At least now you know why we're always hanging out at your house instead of mine," Santana laughed but Brittany noticed the sad shimmer in her brown eyes, it hurt her to see the Latina like that.
"What were you saying to them when you were speaking in Spanish?"
Santana looked back up and into her captivating eyes, "just that they needed to stop being so rude and treat you with respect."
"Thank you" Brittany smiled shyly and turned to open the front door.
"Bye Britt-Britt."
"Talk to you later San" the blonde pulled Santana in by the waist and hugged her tightly.
The brunette closed her eyes as she rested her head on Brittany's shoulder and the smell of the blondes citrus shampoo completely washed over her, it never failed to surprise Santana just how well they fitted together.
Santana had just finished putting the last of her school books in her locker when somebody smashed her locker shut and grabbed her wrist harshly.
"What the hell are you doing now Quinn?" Santana snapped at the hard faced blonde.
"Not here Santana" Quinn hissed as she stormed through the halls of McKinley and dragged the Latina behind her.
The brunette rolled her eyes, she had no idea what Quinn was doing or where she was taking her. "Well can you at least loosen your grip on my wrist before my hand drops off."
Santana heard the girl sigh and grumble something under her breath but she did as the Latina told her to.
"So are you going to tell me where you're taking me today then? Maybe an abandoned factory? Or a ditch off the highway?" Santana suggested sarcastically.
Quinn ignored the girl and pulled her into the first empty classroom that she had come across.
"Finally" Santana mumbled and checked out her wrist, she was pretty sure that the hazel eyed girl had broken her skin while Quinn slammed the door behind them.
"You know first you basically abduct me and drive me to the middle of nowhere and now you're pulling me into empty classrooms, are you trying to get in my pants Fabgay? Santana tilted her head and smirked cockily.
Quinn took a deep breath and looked directly into the Latina's eyes.
"I know about you and Brittany."
