For Sftblgleek29, because you're totally awesome! :)
So I've decided to do most of the future bit in this story, because it would be much easier. But the second sequel is the future, future. Also, I won't be posting the first sequel anytime soon, I think. I think I am going to call it 'A Dancers Regrets'? Yes or no? Do you have better name ideas?
(Santana's pov (I think the rest of the story is going to be in Santana's pov, but I'll put this at the top every chapter just in case anyone forgets.)]
I drove home in silence, not daring to let a tear fall out. My heart heaved in my chest; I expected it to pop out of my chest. I was nervous, but why? I knew perfectly well that if I stayed with her it would be for the best, but I would stay there for the wrong reasons. I was sure my parents wouldn't let me go live with someone they don't even know. I was sure I wanted to stay with Jenna, and I was sure the decision would lead somewhere good and bad. As I came closer to my house, my palms started to sweat. I was mentally picturing scenes of how they would react. I wanted to stay with Jenna, one because she was the closest link to Brittany, two, I wanted to get away from my parents, and three it was for the best.
I stepped out of my car feeling the world beneath me. I took shaky steps to my door, I opened it and there they were, standing in front of the doorway looking at me. What had I done? Nothing. Of course not, they knew something was up because I just went a-wall. What the fuck do I do? I was panicking in my mind; I didn't know how to bring up a conversation that could break my parents. So I just stood there, the awkward silence slowly forming between us. I looked at them just below their eyes; I couldn't give them eye contact: I felt guilty. I felt like an idiot. We stood there just staring for what seemed like a century.
"Well Santana, are you going to tell us or are you going to stare at our cheeks until we die?" The words travelled from her mouth into my ears, stinging every part of my body. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. "Well?"
"I don't know where to start." It was too honest. I waited for a snipe comment.
"Well how about starting with where the fuck were you?" My mother eyed me up and down, looking for answers. I gave her none. "Santana!"
"I was with, with Brittany's aunt." I looked at the floor beneath me, they felt like they would make a hole around me and I would fall around the pits of hell. I chewed on the insides of my cheek. I needed time to get my words together.
"Why were you there?" A deeper voice asked me.
"... Brittany, she, she was there, I wanted to see her, but I-I was too late." I kept my eyes trained on the ground.
"Santana, you have to get over Brittany, you didn't love her. That's silly, two people of the same sex, they don't fall in love! It's all fantasy." Her words sent sharp pains down my back. My anger was reaching a new found level.
"Well, I guess I'm a fucking fantasy, how dare you tell me I am not in love with someone I obviously am? I might as well be a fucking unicorn who lives in a fairy castle." My insults were dry. They didn't make sense, but that was all I could muster up. All of this, they were changing me; they were taking down the walls I had built, slowly targeting each one. They gave me dry looks, to match my dry comments.
"What? Are you trying to say that you're some lesbian? I didn't bring you up to be a lesbian, so get this silly idea out of your head, or, or" She paused wondering if she was doing the right thing, I knew what she was going to say next, and I gave her my eye contact, as if challenging her. "Or, I chuck you out of this house."
She had the nerve; her words stung me more than I thought it would have. It hit every nerve in my body, but this was what I wanted right?
"No mum, how you are brought up does not determine your sexuality." I ignored her threat.
"So, I guess you wouldn't mind living out on the streets then? Because I am not having your silly presence in my house." She was calm. I was calm. What was up with the world?
"I've had enough mum, how dare you? I can't help who I fall in love with! It isn't a choice because really, If I had a choice, I would be up in some mans grill, you think this is easy for me? You think it was my decision to fall in love with a girl?" My words left a horrible taste in my mouth. I couldn't give any insults. I was defeated and I took getting chucked out as my reward. I dropped my head, and ran up the stairs. I walked into my room, and grabbed everything I could; I shoved them into 3 massive bags, and walked down the stairs. Each step I took nearly sent me down the stairs on my head. They were on the same place, they were unable to move. They watched me struggle.
"Fine Santana, live out on the streets. Have a nice fucking life." My dad's voice was harsh. He laughed. I winced at the words he threw at me.
"Where do you plan on going? How do you plan on feeding yourself? You'll die." My mother said the last two words like she wanted me to die.
"What do you fucking care?" It came out of my mouth before I could stop. She approached me and slapped my face. I didn't care. I had money; I had been saving up my whole life, in case something like this happened. I always knew I was destined to be chucked out of my house. I stepped outside; my tears were settled on my eyes. I wasn't going to let them out and make them make me look weak. My parents hated me, I knew that much, but I couldn't help it. I turned around and looked at them in the face; they looked like they were enjoying it. I still loved them.
"Bye mum, bye dad. I'm sorry I was a disappointment." I let that hang in the air, and sting them. I wasn't sure if it worked, but I meant every word.
I got into my car, and drove back to Jenna's house clutching Brittany's phone in my hand whispering useless words, nobody listened to. But I knew this was the bad part, so where was the good part?
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