Disclaimer: Do not own Glee, but I do own Janet and Jeff.

Chapter Twenty-One

Brittany and Santana were in their Spanish class waiting for their exam to begin. She was anxiously tapping her pen on her desk. "Will you stop doing that?" Quinn hissed.

Brittany bit her lip and put her pen down.

"Leave Brittany alone," Santana retorted.

A girl walked into the classroom. "Sorry to interrupt. Santana Lopez is wanted in Principal Figgin's office." There was a collective ooh's throughout the class. Brittany glanced at Santana. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Santana didn't do anything," Brittany stated defending Santana.

"Santana has a test to take," Mr. Schuester pointed out.

"It's important."

Mr. Schuester sighed in defeat. "Santana, you could make up this test tomorrow during your lunch period." Santana sighed in exasperation not wanting to give up her lunch period. She packed up her bookbag.

Santana placed her hand on Brittany's shoulder. "Good luck. I know that you'll do great." Brittany smiled. "I'll meet you by our lockers." Santana left the classroom.

Brittany watched Santana's retreating figure. "Luck won't help you pass," Quinn commented when she realized that Santana was not around to hear the comment. Brittany sighed.

Santana headed towards Principal Figgin's office wondering what had caused her to wind up going to his office. She was stunned to see her mother waiting for her in the main office. Mrs. Lopez walked towards Santana. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we could talk."

Santana raised her eyebrows in suspicion. "Now is not a good time. I need to take an exam." Santana was about to walk away, but Mrs. Lopez wouldn't allow her to.

"I signed you out for the rest of the day."

Santana looked at Mrs. Lopez in disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

"I told you for us to talk, mija."

"You and Papí said enough to me the other night." Santana was about to return to class, but Mrs. Lopez stopped her.

"At least hear what I have to say."

"Fine, but if you have anything negative to say about Brittany or our relationship I'm leaving." Santana and Mrs. Lopez left McKinley High. She took out her cell phone and texted Brittany: My Mom was at the office. She signed me out for the rest of the day. Santana bit her lip.

Brittany walked out of class after her exam reading her text message. She replied: Really? Good luck.

Quinn shoved Brittany. Brittany's phone fell to the ground. She went to pick up her phone. Santana had replied to Brittany's text message.

Thanks.

Mrs. Lopez was driving her car. "You shouldn't be texting your friend while she's taking a test."

"We're not just friends."

"This was a big surprise for us."

"It was a surprise for me, too."

"Was she the first girl you liked?" Santana nodded. "Maybe we shouldn't have moved here." Santana looked at Mrs. Lopez in disbelief. "You were fine before you met her."

Santana blinked back tears that were forming. "It's just a phase that you're going through. You're young and still have time to find a nice man to marry."

"Drive me back to school."

"Your Papi and I could get you the help you need so you wouldn't have to be this way anymore."

"Like one of those gay detoxification places? I don't need to go there." Santana got out of the car. She slammed the car door shut.

"I'm not going to drive back to your school for you to be brainwashed by some girl!"

"Her name is Brittany!"

"She brainwashed you just like she tried to brainwash your father and me."

Santana was confused. "W-what are you talking about?"

Mrs. Lopez smirked. "You didn't know that your girlfriend was trying to justify your actions behind your back." Mrs. Lopez drove away.

Tears were streaming down Santana's face. She took out her phone and dialed Brittany's cellular phone number. "Hello?"

"B-Brittany, I n-need y-you to pick m-me up."

Brittany frowned from hearing how Santana's voice sounded. "San, what happened? What's wrong?"

"I'll e-explain later."

"Okay. Where are you?"

Awhile later, Brittany parked her car. She got out of the car and hugged Santana tightly. Santana relaxed into the hug. Brittany stroked Santana's hair. Santana broke out of the hug.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" asked Brittany.

Santana shook her head no. Brittany cupped Santana's face and kissed Santana.

"L-let's go home." Brittany nodded.

Santana saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her mascara was running and her eyes were red from crying. Her cheeks were puffy. "I look like shit."

"You look beautiful." Brittany kissed Santana on her cheek.

"Did you talk to my parents?"

Brittany sighed. "I'm so sorry. I only wanted to help, but I made things worse." Brittany looked down.

Santana raised Brittany's chin. "I know. It's not your job."

Brittany nervously shifted her feet side-to-side. "You've been so good to me a-and I…"

Santana placed her finger on Brittany's lips. "You're always good to me." Santana rested her head on Brittany's shoulder.

Tbc...