"What the fuck is your problem?" I slammed my fist down on the kitchen table. I pulled out a chair, intending to sit down, but I just slammed it back about the wooden table and stood there waiting. I couldn't quite tell what I was waiting for, but I did know it would never come. This was insane; this whole damn situation was insane.

That was the story of my life. The story of my life. Not my damn fucking father's life. Sure he was a miserable drunk, but he'd always been able to balance himself. It was all about composure and balance with him, but not today. Today he didn't control himself, and it wasn't because of booze, it was because of Mr. Fabray, and that fucked up congressional church that my dad had been attending for the past few weeks.

It was all fine, my dad worked with Mr. Berry, they were actually pretty close, from what I'd heard, which was part of the reason this was so shocking to me. My problem was that I'd stayed over Rachel's house too late tonight and for once my dad cared enough to come and find me. This of all nights, when he was drunk, this of all damn nights.

Flashback:

"Rachel, sorry for taking you home so late…are your dads pissed?" We listened for moment, trying to hear Rachel's father's hushed whispers downstairs. I was leaning up against the threshold of Rachel's door, watching her lay down on her stomach starring ahead at me.

"It's a school night, they're not pissed at you but they're probably trying to figure out where we were." Rachel replied coolly.

"Why can't they just ask?" Rachel chuckled and rolled her eyes. I suddenly felt like I was missing something important, but I couldn't figure it out. Rachel was still wearing my jacket, but I didn't ask her for it back, she looked cute in it and I loved it on her.

"They think we're all delinquents. They'll ask me tomorrow and no matter what I say, they'll think I'm lying." I knew the feeling my father could be the same way. "You can stay over tonight if you want." I wanted to, but we both knew that wasn't a good idea.

"Rach-."

"Sorry, that was stupid of me. You and I aren't…we'd regret it if something happened and we weren't ready." She was right that's why I nodded.

"Don't say sorry." I told her. We heard frantic knocking at the door and then the doorbell ringing rapidly. I looked out the door and towards the steps wondering who the hell would be at the Berry's door this late at night. "Who the hell is that? Expecting some late night company?" Rachel shook her head 'no' and I watched the taller of the Berry men walk to the door, peer through the peephole, and open the front door.

At first I could only see feet and then suddenly there was my father, not wobbling but clearly drunk and he brushed past and into the house. Luckily he neglected to look up otherwise I would've been the first thing he saw.

"Mr. Lopez how are you? Are you looking for-."

"Where the hell is my daughter Leroy?" Plastered. He wasn't supposed to leave the house when he was like this. "And who the hell is this?" I heard quiet shuffling and then Mr. Hiram Berry must have stood up because I saw my father's eyes twitch.

"Hi Mr. Lopez, my name is Hiram I don't believe we've had the pleasure." I could feel it in the silence. It was sinking in for my father. He must not have known that they were gay, it must have just sunk in now. He was shocked, but mostly, he must have been angry.

"Rach, put on your pajamas and go to bed. Don't come downstairs." She nodded and I bolted out the door and ran downstairs, just in time to grip my father's shoulder to secure him in place. I'd never actually seen him hit anyone, but I didn't know if things would suddenly change now.

"Santana you never told me that they were a bunch of-." He looked confused and angry and I just wanted to throw him through the door and outside. He was being a bigot, a fucking idiot.

"Shut up." I muttered trying to pull him back. "Can we go home now?" I asked.

"Santana is everything okay? You and Rachel were out sort of late." Leroy, was so calm in the face of actual danger. I gave him a look as if I wanted to yell 'just let us go'. We could have this conversation in the morning.

"Everything is fine, we just lost track of time…look it won't happen again." I glanced at my dad and watched as his face scrunched up in confusion.

"You could stay the night maybe, we've got a guest room-." I saw where this was going, and this was Hiram Berry's only mistake of the night. I know he was trying to help me, my dad was drunk and everyone knew at this point.

"Are you suggestion that I can't take care of my own damn daughter? Like she's better off with you two." It was so disgusting. Just the way those words came out of his mouth. You two. Lie they were monsters or something.

"Dad daddy." I look up to see Rachel standing there with her pajamas on, looking down at all of us. Her eyes locked with mine and I hoped she could see how angry I was. I told her to go to bed, but of course she had to be so damn stubborn.

"Rach, go back upstairs." It was a gentle demand, but she didn't budge. "Dad come on let's go." I said through clenched teeth.

"Santana I actually think it would be best if you stayed over." Hiram Berry deserved a prize for being this brave but also a smack across the face for being this persistent.

I reached back and opened the front door, trying to ignore the Berrys as much as I could. "I'll see you all tomorrow, sorry for bringing her back late." My father was already outside and I only had one foot inside. "I'll text you if I have to." Rachel knew what that meant. If anything went wrong she'd be the first to know.

End Flashback

And that was why I was standing here in the middle of my kitchen about to tear my father's head off right now. "What did I tell you about spending time over there? Now I for damn sure know why you never talk about them."

"I don't talk about them because you never asked. You're the dumb asshole who works with Leroy and you didn't even know he had a husband at home, that's not my fault." I turned away from him and started my breathing routine. This was going to be damn near impossible to get through if he was standing there but I had to try.

"If I had known they were a bunch of fucking faggots then maybe a lot of things would be different. Starting with you staying away from their daughter." He walked over to the refrigerator and reached for another beer. He opened it quickly and took a few gulps before exhaling quietly.

"Oh you wish that was the problem."

"What does that mean?" He questioned angrily.

"If the problem was that they were fags then this would be a lot easier. But that's not a problem, I'm a fucking queer too and you don't give me shit about that." I shoved my hands into my pockets. "It's about mom isn't it?" He didn't respond, which let me know that I was right. "It's because they're happy and you're not."

"That's the reason for the drinking not the…" He didn't finish his thoughts he just took another sip of cold beer.

"The drinking and joining the church, you're looking for a way out. Pretty fucked up options right?" He didn't respond again, and I sort of felt like I was talking to myself. I thought back to just an hour ago, with Rachel in my arms, I loved her touch; it was the most beautiful moment of my life. And now this. He couldn't just explain it away, the Berry clan was going to know that my dad was a drunk, and they weren't just going to let it go.

"What were you doing out late like that?"

"Just went for a spin-."

"You just went for a spin. For a fucking spin…just for a damn spin." He was repeating it like a mantra. He was so angry right now, and I didn't understand why. What could possibly be so wrong with Rachel, that he actually despised her? "I don't want you hanging around her anymore." I stifled a laugh, but then turned angry when I realized he wasn't joking.

"Dad, seriously? You're not going to keep me away from her." I informed him.

"I'm in charge in this house."

"You can barely fucking walk a straight line. And I'm telling you that I like her and I'm not staying away from her." I responded defiantly. "She's not Kenzie."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're afraid that if I get too close to someone then they're automatically Kenzie to me. Well she's not." I assured him. "Don't make this so dramatic dad-."

"I'm not! Just…you know I don't want to see you hurt like that again." That was the true Lopez spirit, always circling around the issue until we get so angry that there is no avoiding it. "You saw too many things that you shouldn't have and…and your brother-."

"Stop I get it. We can do a prayer circle for my fucked up life later just…I'm going to be okay." He didn't believe me and neither did I, but I just exited the kitchen and ran upstairs to my room. I flicked on my light and glanced out my window over to Rachel's room. I could see her so I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

[to Rachel]: I can't believe my dad did that.

[from Rachel]: My fathers are downstairs talking about it all. You should've just stayed over here. Everything is okay? Santana, don't lie to me.

[to Rachel]: We just had a shitty fight, classic us…but everything is fine. I'd ask you not to worry but…

[from Rachel]: …you clearly know me better than that. Come over tomorrow, spend the night as well.

I thought about it seriously this time. It wasn't like Rachel and I would end up doing anything. Especially since we both know that Rachel isn't ready for that.

[to Rachel]: Okay, I need to get out of here anyway. Charlie says 'bark bark I miss that beautiful smile of yours'

I knew Rachel was probably smiling, which could only make me smile.

[from Rachel]: If I were over there I'd kiss you both. Now go to sleep young lady. Sweet Dreams San.