A/N: Guys, I'm so mad haha. I had a chapter I was REALLY happy with all set and ready but for some reason I didn't save the doc before I went to school and I left my computer unplugged... so yes, that chapter is GONEE D:! Sorry if this one isn't as amazing as it could be because I wrote it kind of hastilly and I was pretty pissed so it may not be up to par. But I hope you guys enjoy, which I think some of you who have messaged me about more Santana's parents stuff will. Review!
PS. Looks like I'll be writing a sequel, but I'm still not sure when this stories ending yet so nothing happening right away with that.
"Oh my God, Blaine! I'm so dead, dad and Carol will never let me back into this house again!" Kurt ranted dramatically as he shoved yet another empty bottle into the practically overflowing trash bag he had been lugging around for the past hour.
"You're such a drama queen," Blaine teased from across the yard where he was taking down the strings of lights that had been hung for the party. "It's not like they'll be walking back home at any minute, we have plenty of time to clean up."
"You know it was only a thirty or so person party yet apparently we drank enough to put all the fraternities in the world combined to shame. There shouldn't be this many bottles, Blaine," Kurt threw a hand in the air in annoyance. "And I still can't believe everyone had the nerve to slip out of the house so they could avoid helping. I mean really,m how ungrateful can they get?"
"Well they just wanted to get some greasy hangover breakfast food from a diner, I mean can you blame them?" Blaine asked, trying to hide his amusement at his husband's diva shining through.
"I'm not the one who told them to drink like they were still teenagers. We are all mature and responsible adults, mostly, and should know by now that we can't drink like we used too," Kurt reasoned.
"The teenagers drank like teenagers and they still weren't feeling very great this morning," Blaine offered as he started pushing lawn furniture back into place.
"If they really felt so terrible they wouldn't have wanted to leave the house, they just didn't want to help," Kurt huffed. "Mark is so in trouble for this when he gets back. No, everyone is in trouble. They will never dare try to skip out on clea-" Kurt's rant was interrupted by a shriek that caused Blaine to spin around so fast he ended up falling down into the grass.
"Kurt are you okay?" Blaine asked as he jumped up and ran over to his husband.
"LOOK AT THE GRASS!" Kurt yelled and pointed to the large area of grass that had been desginated as the dance floor last night. Blaine exhaled slowly, preparing himself to hear Kurt have yet another freakout this morning.
"It's ruined! The difference between it and the rest of the yard and painfully obvious. This house is my dad's baby, his retirement castle, and I just let a bunch of our friends who apparently turn into elephants when they're drunk stampede over it and destroy it! Do you know how much Carole loves this yard? Do you?" Blaine knew that was a rhetorical question and just let Kurt keep going. "She loves it so much Blaine. She spends so much time out here and has her garden. It's a wonder that those animals we call friends didn't get on all fours and start eating the flowers she's grown."
Blaine started laughing despite himself but stopped immediatelly when Kurt gave him a stone cold glare, "and just what is so funny about this?"
"Umm, you're cute when you're mad?" Blaine offered in an attempt to avoid the doghouse.
"And you're not as cute as you think you are when you're trying to avoid being in trouble," Kurt countered.
"Well I have a solution to this problem," Blaine pointed to the ruined grass as he spoke. This is Lima, Ohio, people here are all about appearances and their American dream white picket fences homes."
"And just what are you getting at?" Kurt crossed his arms and cocked his eyebrow.
"I'm saying that there simply has to be somesort of garden specialist we can find to come and fix everything up so it looks perfect again," Blaine said with a smile. "So I say that you and I head into town for a well-deserved breakfast break then go find someone to take care of this."
Kurt smiled and nodded, "I knew there was a reason I married you."
"My charm? My dashing good-looks? My modesty?" Blaine joked as the couple headed inside.
"Well besides those lovely qualities, you're ability to come up with a solution to a problem that I'm too worked up over to find a logical resolution for."
"What can I say, it's a gift."
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Upstairs in her room, given a free pass on cleanup duty seeing as it was a party for her, Brittany was just waking up. Wanting to be pressed up against her wife, Brittany threw her arm over Santana only to be greeted with a dull thump instead of a warm body. Reluctantly opening her eyes, Brittany was greeted by the sight of a note on Santana's pillow.
B,
went to go pick up some of those pastres you love for breakfast, should be back before you wake up but if not don't worry.
XOXO- your sexy wife
Brittany giggled at the very Santana note as she got out of bed. Throwing on one of her wife's oversized hoodies, she made her way downstairs in hopes of finding some coffee and company. However, for the first time since everyone had arrived for the reunion, she found the house to be completely silent. No laughter coming from the backyard, no kids running around in the basement, and nobody yelling at some sports thing on tv in the living room. Brittany shrugged it off and sent Dan a text as she started the coffee maker.
Where is everyone? You're not all still asleep are you? - Mom
Tina and Mike decided to take everyone out to breakfast. Mami said you guys were gonna do your own thing, right? -D
I guess we are, mami's out buying food right now for us. I just wanted to check in. -Mom
Oh okay, well we'll be back in a few hours. Do you want us to bring anything back? -D
No thanks, just yourselves -Mom
You sap -D
You inherited it- Mom
Touche... I'm gonna get back to my food though, love ya- D
Love you too- Mom
Brittany slipped her phone into the pocket of her sleep shorts just as the coffee was finished brewing. As she was pouring some into her mug, the doorbell rang. She set her mug down on the counter and ran to the door, laughing at the thought of Santana returning with so many bags that she couldn't even open the door. It's not like they locked the front door during the day, only at night.
"Keep your pants on! Or don't, either works," Brittany called as the doorbell rang yet again. The smile on her face quickly died once she opened the door.
"Brittany," Mr Lopez's said with a nod.
"You need to leave," Brittany said curtly and began shutting the door, only to have Mr Lopez put his hand out and stop it from shutting.
"Brittany, can't you just wait a minute?" he asked. "I just want to talk."
"I said leave!" Brittany's voice rose as she began to feel panic set in.
"Listen here it's my right to see my daughter and family," he insisted.
"No, they are not your family," Brittany insited right back, trying to keep her voice steady as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
"You won't keep me away from them any longer, you wouldn't dare," Mr Lopez's voice was low and almost threatening, causing a surge of fear to course through Brittany and give her the extra bit of strength to win out against the large man and slam the door. She quickly put all the locks into place once the door was closed.
"Leave right now or I will call the police," Brittany shouted throught the door.
"You'll need more than a closed door to keep me away."
With those words Brittany listened as footsteps sounded farther and farther away from the door. Only when she heard a car engine rumble to life then speed away did she allow herself to break down completely. Brittany walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch as sobs racked through her body. With a shaky hand, she pulled out her phone and dialed Santana.
"Hey pretty lady," Santana's chipper voice sounded through the phone.
"S-S-San come home," Brittany choked out through tears.
"Baby what's wrong?" Santana's tone was much more serious than it had been seconds ago.
"Just come home, please. I need you here now," Brittany insisted.
"I'm on my way. Just breathe and stay right where you are and I'll be back before you know it. I love you." The line went dead and Brittany dropped her phone next to her on the couch as she bundled herself into the hoodie she'd thrown on earlier. Being wrapped in Santana's clothing would have to do until Brittany could have the real thing.
As time ticked by painfully slowly, Brittany never stopped shaking in place. The fear she felt was overwhelming and she realized that she hadn't ever really dealt with what had happened all those years ago. She hadn't needed to testify at Mr Lopez's trial because he confessed and there were obviously tons of other witnesses anyway. She'd never had to relive what happened and everyone else wanted to put it behind themselves just as much as she did so she'd never really even talked about it. She hadn't even seen him since the day he shot her. Seeing him today made everything that she had never dealt with attack her full force and make her realize just how much fear she had been walking around with all these years.
Brittany's moment of realization was interrupted by the front door swinging open and Santana dropping her bags to running towards her still sobbing wife.
"I'm here, I'm here," Santana said softly as she took Brittany into her arms, trying to comfort her wife with a strong and protective embrace.
"S-San he came here," Brittany spoke just above a whisper as Santana kissed away the tears that were running down her face.
"Who, B?" Santana asked while rubbing soothing circles on her wife's back.
"Your dad," Brittany could feel Santana tensing against her as she spoke.
"He what?" Santana said through gritted teeth, trying not to let her anger take over when Brittany needed her to be nurturing at the moment.
"H-he came here and wanted to talk, to you I think. He said he had a right to see his family. I-I-I think he might have threatened me but it wasn't a direct threat if he did," Brittany spoke fast, her voice shaking as she did.
"He threatened you?" Santana spat, too angry now to hold back.
"I tried to shut the door but he was holding it open and he that I wouldn't dare keep his family away from him. When I got the door closed he said that I would need to do more to keep him away," Santana tightened her grip around Brittany as her wife spoke, her protective side kicked into overdrive.
"He's absolutely delusional if he thinks he has a chance to come back into our lives. And how dare he call us his family? How the fuck did he even find out where we were?" Santana's mind was in overdrive, completely unable to comprehend or accept what was happening. "Brittany I promise you he will never come near us again."
"I want to believe you. Santana I'm just scared right now, I don't know what to do," Brittany confessed as she buried her face in her wife's neck.
"It's my fault," Santana muttered.
"What?" Brittany's question was muffled against Santana's skin.
"I never talked to you about it, we just pretended it didn't happen. Hell we didn't even tell the kids until someone else let it slip. I should have been there for you instead of letting you be scared for so long, I'm so sorry B," Santana was shaking with anger at herself and her father.
"I buried it too, S. Don't take all the blame this didn't just happen to me it happened to you too. When you and the kids saw him you came home and I knew you were scared too," Brittany said.
"Well we have to start dealing with it. I'm not saying we're gonna be letting him back into our lives because hell will have to freeze over before I allow that. But we can't have all these buried issues, it's not healthy," Santana said with a sigh, calming down a little. "Not right now or anything, but maybe we should take to someone together when we get home."
"I think that'd be smart," Brittany agreed.
"I'm sorry he had to come, especially when you were alone," Santana murmured as she pulled Brittany so the couple was laying down next to each other on the couch.
"At least he didn't crash our special day," Brittany said with a yawn, suddenly exhauasted from the emotional stress that she had just endured.
"True, I'm still really pissed off he had the nerve to come here and talk to you like that. And I promise you that I won't let him hurt you," Santana said as she closed her eyes, relaxing into her position as big spoon on the couch.
"I know you won't," Brittany mumbled, also closing her eyes.
"I love you so much. Go to sleep, we should rest a little and talk more later."
"I love you too."
