Hi everyone. I know this is like the second update in a week and that is amazing but don't get too used to these quick updates. I meant what I said about being verrryyyyy busy. Thank you nonetheless for your supportive reviews. You reassured me, for now, that I can keep the story without having people nagging me so much.
One of my reviewers mentioned that I had changed Santana's mother's name from Anita to Maria. Yeah, that was a mistake so as from now, Santana's mother's name is as it was, Anita! Sorry guys. Xxx I have no idea why I called her Maria in the last chapter lol. I guess the stress of being forced to update so quickly messed with my head.
Summary: When moody, guarded Santana Lopez meets perky blind girl Brittany Pierce, she is forced to learn that seeing and loving are the same things! You just have to open your eyes to a world of possibilities. AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Chapter 35 – The Good And Welcome Change – Part 2
"Mom?" Brittany sounded breathless and not to mention anxious. Her face was glowing with embarrassment at having been caught in such an act by her mother and sister and the way her blind gaze was set to the floor simply screamed for the world to swallow her whole and make her disappear.
Santana knew exactly how she felt. Trying to make her clothes look less dishevelled, she took a step forward and smiled in welcome, trying to ignore how her stomach clenched in sickness.
"Um...hello Mrs Pierce," she said a little too brightly, "I'm so glad you could come."
Perhaps Hallie could only deal with the awkward situation by making a joke out of it all for she muttered under her breath, "bet you're disappointed our coming stopped you coming Santana."
Santana bit back the desire to laugh as she watched Mrs Pierce throw Hallie a sharp warning glare. The youngest Pierce sister looked across at her mother innocently as though she had said nothing at all.
"I...I..." Mrs Pierce looked at a loss, "thank you for inviting us," she managed to say, "I'm sorry but I doubt I'll be staying long...I've had a long day at work and I'm tired." Her tone of voice was cold.
"Oh no problem at all," Santana said in a rush, "my family have been waiting to meet you all evening. At least stay to say hello to them."
Mrs Pierce sniffed disdainfully but nodded nonetheless. "I suppose." She muttered.
"Thank you Mom," Brittany said, her face breaking out into a relieved smile. She moved forward to hug Mrs Pierce, who at the sudden contact of her child's arms, froze up, as though touching Brittany would make her dirty by mere touch. Santana could see that Brittany knew all too well how her mother felt but she must've chose to ignore her. The pain was evident in her eyes. It must've been heartbreaking.
"Well let's not waste time sitting in the house," Mrs Pierce ordered, "why don't you bring me outside and introduce me to..." she struggled to say the Latina's name, "...Santana's parents."
"Okay," Brittany chirped, "Mom, you'll love them. Their such a warm family."
"That's to be seen." Mrs Pierce pushed Brittany away from her and turned to Santana. She wasn't happy, Santana just knew it. With a sense of dread seeping from her, she led Mrs Pierce, Brittany and Hallie outside and into the garden.
As they walked through onto the patio, Hallie slipped up beside her, looking as pale as Brittany, still shell-shocked by what she'd just witnessed.
"You had to be getting up to no good, didn't you?" She chuckled.
"Well you don't exactly help the situation," Santana snorted, "our coming stopped your coming! Really Hallie! Way to make everything ten times more uncomfortable."
"Yeah but it was funny," Hallie said with a smirk, "you were dying to laugh."
"If it had been anyone else but your Mom I might've. She still hates me then?"
"Never stopped!"
"Oh great," Santana sighed, "this is all I need."
"Chill out. Its gonna be fine. My Mom could've killed you both there and then but she didn't. I'd say that was progress." Hallie shoved her hands into her pockets and surveyed the garden with her curious brown eyes. Santana still couldn't quite comprehend how much she and Brittany looked alike. Hallie was a very beautiful girl with incredible confidence for someone so young. Santana admired her greatly, a rare thing indeed, for most in life dared to even gain her appreciation. "I'm not saying Mom's coming around," Hallie whispered, "but we'll get there, I'm sure."
"Hmm, we can only hope," Santana replied shrugging her shoulders. Just up ahead she spied her parents through the crowd. Anita was waving frantically like a crazy person and the smile on her face was big and welcoming. She obviously knew that the people who accompanied Santana were Brittany's family.
"Who is that strange woman?" Mrs Pierce asked, coming to stand beside Santana, "if she waves for much longer she might take off."
Santana bit her bottom lip hard. "That's my mother."
"Oh," Mrs Pierce sounded surprised, "well I'm sure she's a lovely woman." She added maliciously.
"She is," Santana said. It's more than I can say for you, she thought, wanting so bad to murder her girlfriend's mother right now. It would've almost been possible that Santana might kill Mrs Pierce in that moment but the feel of Brittany's hand coming into contact with her own calmed all the violence coursing through her body. Linking their fingers, she turned to look at Brittany and wished for even just a second that she could see the gratitude pouring out of her.
"Well," Mrs Pierce said gesturing across the garden, "let's get this over and done with. Lead the way."
"Sure. Okay." Santana said.
She took a firmer grip on Brittany's fingers and began to wander across the garden with the Pierce family, following closely behind. Anita looked simply beside herself with excitement. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, child-like as she waited for her daughter. Rafael stood beside her, looking on at his wife in amusement.
"Mama, Papa," Santana said coming to a halt in front of them both, "this is Mrs Pierce and Hallie – Brittany's mother and little sister. Mrs Pierce, may I introduce my mother Anita and my father, Rafael."
Mrs Pierce looked between the married couple, her face expressionless. A few second of stillness passed between them all and then, as though she were pushing herself to be polite, stuck out her hand forcefully in acknowledgement to Santana's parents.
"Good to meet you."
"Oh there's no need for this silly, nervous handshaking nonsense," Anita chuckled, "our daughters are together. We're practically family." Santana could see the hug before Mrs Pierce but not even she could stop it. Anita had enveloped Brittany's mother with her arms, holding her as close as was physically possible. She was enthusiasm personified. "You and I shall become good friends."
"My," Mrs Pierce laughed uncomfortably, "what an...unexpected welcome."
"You'll have to forgive Anita," Rafael stepped up, pulling his wife away from Mrs Pierce. "she has been so excited to meet the woman who raised Brittany. Your daughter has made quite an impression on us."
"Yes, well the same is yet to be said about your daughter," Mrs Pierce quipped. She was standing with her nose in the air. To an outsider, she would look to be a snob of some sort, dissatisfied with the company she was keeping. To Hallie and Brittany, she was clearly an embarrassment. Both sisters were looking rather apologetic and Hallie was even shaking her head in disbelief at her mother's behaviour. To Santana, Mrs Pierce was merely a horrible, small-minded woman whose heart was too closed up to try and understand anything different or beautiful.
The silence amongst the two divided families was interesting to say the least. Rafael and Anita glanced at one another anxiously. They were obviously unsure of what they'd done to upset the woman standing opposite them and despite Santana's warnings about Mrs Pierce, were completely stunned by her cold disposition.
"Um...lovely weather we're having," Rafael suddenly interjected as a means to try and kill the awkwardness, "very warm."
Santana didn't think she could handle the situation for much longer. She had to have a few minutes peace, just to breathe properly again.
"I'm gonna get a drink. Anyone want anything?"
There was a chorus of 'no thank you's' but Hallie nodded and said quite eagerly that she would join Santana. They caught each other's eye as they walked off, leaving Brittany and their parents alone, and smirked, the sudden tension dispersing as quickly as it had arrived.
"Tough crowd huh?" Hallie sighed.
Santana rolled her eyes. "tell me about it. Could you just knock me out with a rock or something and wake me up when everything's passed?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because I'd have to suffer on my own," Hallie replied.
They reached the drinks table and helped themselves to what they liked. Santana made herself a glass of the alcoholic punch that had been laid out on the table and Hallie grabbed a root beer. They talked and laughed easily for a considerable period of time, mostly about Mrs Pierce and how evil she was. It was a satisfying thing to share her thoughts with Hallie, especially when the youngster's feelings on her mother were similar to that of the Latina herself.
"Hi Santana. Great party!"
The warm, sweet voice of someone standing behind her caught Santana's attention. Turning, she found Quinn's cousin, Sarah Fabray standing opposite her, an empty glass in one hand. Sarah was sixteen years old with long auburn hair that lay around her shoulders in rich bouncy curls. Her complexion was pale and clear and the smile that graced her lips was always friendly. Her eyes, beneath very long eyelashes, were stark blue, beautiful and rich. She had a lovely trimmed figure that appeared even lither beneath the church-like virgin styled dress that Quinn herself often liked to wear. She'd always been a soft, dainty kind of person and very quiet. She went to school at McKinley and though Santana didn't teach her, she knew her reputation there was flawless.
"Hi Sarah," the Latina chirped, "glad you're enjoying it."
"Yeah I'm having a blast. I hope you don't mind me being here. I called Quinn and told her I was bored. She said I could come around if I wanted."
"Ah it's fine," Santana laughed, "the more the..." Santana's words died on her lips as she saw Sarah's gaze drift past her to where Hallie stood.
"Hi," she said, smiling shyly.
Hallie's cheeks flushed pink at the sight of the other teenager standing opposite her. She licked her lips, looking nervous and offered her own hesitant smile in return.
"Hi," she mumbled.
"I'm Sarah," Quinn's cousin said. "Have we met before? I –"
"No," Hallie cut over her. She came to stand beside Sarah, still flushed in the face, "I would've remembered."
"I...um...Sarah, this is Hallie. She's Brittany's sister." Santana looked between the pair, trying to decipher what was going on and whether this was a good or bad thing. Hallie and Sarah seemed completely oblivious to her presence now. They only interacted with each other, talking in soft monotones and shy glances.
"I just came over to get a drink," Sarah was saying, motioning to the table.
"Here have my root beer," Hallie gushed, handing over her own drink with an eagerness that could not be disguised. Their hands brushed together, a lingering touch, and Hallie's gaze locked with Sarah's. They shared another smile. They were standing close to one another, a few inches separating them. The way they were looking at one another made Santana feel as though she were invading something very private and beautiful.
Stepping back, the Latina motioned over her shoulder. "Okay guys. I'm gonna head back over to Brittany so...so...yeah. Have fun." She said helplessly. There was some kind of triumphant knot bunching up in her heart as she left the two young girls alone. If Santana understood what was going on, and she'd be blind not to, then Mrs Pierce would not be happy!
...GLEE.
"So, Brittany's just told us she's gotten a new job," Rafael said, patting Brittany on the back in congratulations as Mrs Pierce joined them again for another glass of wine, "you must be very pleased."
"Actually it's the first I've heard of it."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Rafael looked horrified, "I didn't mean to ruin the surprise."
"You didn't," Brittany said reassuringly, smiling up at Santana's father, "I just hadn't had time to tell my mother yet."
Mrs Pierce took a hasty gulp from her wine glass, "well there's no need now."
They'd been talking in a large group for quite some time. Hallie had yet to return from her meeting with young Sarah but in the time that she was gone, the families had been joined by almost the full party of Santana's friends.
"You should've seen her dance for me," Rachel chirped, gazing at Brittany proudly, "we were just going to have a chat but Brittany said she would dance for me right there. How could I refuse!"
"I'm so glad you've taken me on Rachel," Brittany gabbled back, "words can't describe how excited I am to work with your glee club."
Anita raised her glass, "well I think this deserve a toast," she said motioning for the rest of the group to follow suit. "To Brittany, who deserves all the best. Good luck in your new job."
"To Brittany!" The others toasted. Mrs Pierce, it was noticed by all, did not toast her child. If anything, she set her wine glass down and stood with her arms crossed, looking furious.
...GLEE.
Brittany looked near shooting herself in the head as the evening drifted onwards and Santana felt very close to joining her. The hope of Mrs Pierce finding any kind of common ground in which to bond with the Lopez's was growing more and more unlikely and with the hours shifting by, it was definitely slipping away from their lucky grasp.
Anita and Rafael were at a loss. They'd stayed with Brittany's mother most of the evening though it became obvious that the longer they stayed in her presence the less they wanted to be there. Brittany looked quite helpless, trying to keep the conversation rolling but it was damn near impossible when Mrs Pierce (whom insisted to Anita and Rafael that they call her that) was as silent and stony faced as ever. Santana only wished she hadn't caught them getting it on earlier. It might've been easier for Mrs Pierce to feel comfortable around them if they had avoided that certain hitch.
"Not going good then?"
Quinn had come to stand beside Santana who was still set off away from her parents and Mrs Pierce. The blonde was sipping orange juice from a wine glass with pursed lips, looking on at the scene curiously.
"It's kinda stupid of me but I almost thought we stood a chance after she caught Brittany and me in the living room and didn't pass any comment," Santana whined.
Quinn choked on her juice, sending it spraying out onto the patio with a great heave. "You...you what?" She choked.
"Yeah," Santana shrugged casually, "she walked in on us about," she glanced at her watch, "two hours ago. It was one of those movie-type moments that aren't meant to happen in real life but did!"
"Oh wow," Quinn giggled, "I'll bet you loved that."
"I would've loved it even more if we'd gotten to finish what we'd started," Santana replied sarcastically. Leaning against the wall of her house, she motioned to Hallie and Sarah who were sitting on the chair-swing at the bottom of the garden. "Have you seen that new development?"
Quinn turned to look in the directed direction and with raised eyebrows, oohed excitedly.
"Well would you look at that!" The two young girls were sitting in incredible proximity. They were talking and laughing at whatever Hallie kept saying. Once or twice she leant in to whisper something in her new companion's ear and Sarah would respond with the nod of her head and a blush that took over her face and slid down her pale neck. "Santana...is Hallie –?"
"I don't think so. She never made it known anyway. I mean sure...she...she made jokes about my sexuality but...well...I don't know. I don't think so."
"Look," Quinn hissed. Sarah, responding to something Hallie said, had suddenly set her hand on Hallie's knee quite deliberately. She leant in then and murmured something to the young blonde who swallowed hard and nodded. Santana couldn't say it was definite, but for some reason she was sure she had seen Sarah's lips just softly brush against Hallie's ear as she spoke to her.
"What do you make of it?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's all innocent. Girls can be more touchy-feely these days right?"
"But that touchy-feely?" Santana queried.
Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "we're just gonna have to keep our eye on them. Certainly is interesting."
"I'll say," Santana muttered.
...GLEE.
It had just passed 8:30pm and despite the stilled presence of Mrs Pierce, Santana had passed all clenches of worry and eventually began to enjoy herself. The music was still ringing over the garden loud and clear. Her guests were still dancing and drinking, talking and laughing. They showed no sign of wanting to leave the party as of yet and when considering it, who would want to? There was plenty of drink and conversation and the food seemed to be infinite. Who could possibly ask for more?
Santana was sitting with Puck and Mercedes when Rachel joined them, holding Lord Tubbington in her arms. The chubby feline was purring loudly, eyes closed as though truly relishing the moment. Santana stared at him hard, loathing how he appeared to like everyone but her. He was meant to be her cat, but it didn't feel like it.
"Hi guys," Rachel said, sitting down beside Santana, "I think Finn and I are going to head off soon. As much as I've enjoyed this evening and have found much satisfaction in the events that have taken place, I am, regrettably exhausted."
"Okay," Santana shrugged, "but come and see Brittany with me first. She's so excited and I know she probably wants to arrange when you're gonna start her dance rehearsals with your Glee kids."
Pulling herself to her feet, she reached her hand out for Rachel who accepted it and allowed Santana to pull her back up to her feet. Lord Tubbington, who had been perched on Rachel's lap, hissed angrily at the disturbance and bounded off in amongst the other guests, disappearing.
"I wanna thank you for doing what you did today," Santana murmured quietly as the pair strolled in and out of the barbeque tables.
"With Brittany?" Rachel sounded confused.
"Yeah," Santana said, "I was worried that her condition would've...would've stopped you from wanting to take her on."
Rachel shook her head, "not at all. Brittany dance technique is flawless. I was stunned. I've never seen anyone move so fluidly. It was as though she were merely –"
"Breathing?" Santana offered with a smile.
"Exactly," Rachel replied, nodding. "I think with my help, (only with helping her place my performers into their places that is) she will do very well. I am more than delighted with my decision."
"Well ditto," Santana said.
Their conversation was cut short as they reached Brittany who was sitting alone by the deck chairs, eyes closed comfortably with a wide grin plastered across her beautiful face.
"Brittany," Santana said cautiously, wondering whether her girlfriend was sleeping. When Brittany opened her eyes and sat up however, she knew otherwise, "Rachel is gonna call it a night. I thought maybe you two should discuss when you're gonna meet up."
"Sure," Brittany chirped, "thanks so much again Rachel for hiring me. You have no idea how happy I am."
"Oh I have an inkling," Rachel chuckled, "and you honestly deserve it. We're gonna work so well together." Reaching inside her little handbag, Rachel pulled out a notebook and began to rifle through the pages, eyes skimming each new page swiftly. "So, I was thinking you could start on Monday. The Glee club usually meets up during the lunch period and we also work after school. I will expect you at McKinley every day up until the Nationals. Can you do that?"
Brittany nodded, looking serious. "What time is the lunch period?"
"1:00pm. Can you make it?"
"Definitely."
Rachel looked pleased with the answer. Smoothing down the ruffles in her dress, she nodded to Santana. "Well I think it's time I headed off. I hope you have a wonderful night."
"We'll try," Santana said and with that, Rachel hugged them both, waved and wandered off, leaving them alone. Santana, now that she had her girlfriend's full and undivided attention, leant forward and took Brittany's hand. "You my beautiful, beautiful woman are absolutely amazing. You know that, right?"
Brittany grinned. "I'm so happy San. I can't believe it. I'm gonna choreograph dances! Yeah, dances! Me!"
"I know," Santana laughed, "and you're gonna be brilliant. I'm so proud of you." Reaching for Brittany's face, she attempted to pull her close for a kiss but she was halted by Brittany's hand on her chest, pushing her back.
"Is that wise? My mother would skin me alive if she saw us."
Santana glanced around, trying to find Mrs Pierce. There didn't seem to be any sign of her. Eyes searching frantically, she continued to scan the crowd. Where was she? Brittany's mother was nowhere to be found.
"She's...she's gone," the Latina muttered.
"What?" Brittany stood, blinking in confusion.
"She isn't here," Santana answered, "she's gone."
"Gone where?" Brittany took a step forward, still utterly bewildered, "where's Hallie? Is she here?"
Santana looked among her guests but spied nothing of her lover's sister. It didn't look as though Hallie was there either. Taking Brittany's hand in her own, she pulled her along towards Sarah, whom she had just spied talking with Quinn. Santana noted how very worried the youngster looked.
"Hi Sarah," she said, "where is –"
"Hallie?" Sarah cut over her, "her mother saw us. She...she went crazy. Hallie stormed off. Her mother followed her. I think they've left the party. I –"
"They argued?" Brittany gasped. She bit her bottom lip anxiously.
Sarah nodded, "she was furious...the woman I mean. I thought she was gonna kill us. We weren't doing anything," Sarah blushed, "not really. I...wanted Hallie to...I mean...we were only going to..."
Santana didn't need to hear anymore. Holding up her hand, she watched as Sarah fell silent. Brittany however, was curious.
"Wait? What's going on? Hallie has –"
"Has spent the day behaving like a lesbian," Santana finished.
"What? Hallie?" Brittany didn't look as if she believed Santana. In fact, a moment of silence passed before she burst out into uncontrollable laugher, "my sister? A lesbian?" She buckled under the pressure of her amusement, holding the stitch in her side, "I'm sorry...it's just...it's just not possible."
"Why not?" Sarah eyes flared with anger.
"Because it's Hallie. She's had...she's had boyfriends." Brittany was still laughing.
"And? That doesn't mean anything," Sarah said defensively.
"Look we don't have time for this," Santana exclaimed, her voice ringing with authority, "we need to find Mrs Pierce and Hallie. I reckon they must've headed home."
"Can you ask Hallie to call me or something? I wanna see her again." Sarah smiled a shy smile.
"Sure," Santana said, "no problem. Come on." She tugged Brittany's hand and led her through the garden and up the pathway that directed them to her back door. Brittany was looking even more anxious by the second. As they reached the kitchen and stepped inside, a loud voice broke through the quiet.
"YOU'VE ALLOWED YOURSELF TO BE DRAWN IN BY THAT DISGUSTING BEHAVIOUR!" Mrs Pierce didn't sound angry. She sounded absolutely enraged.
"I'LL BEHAVE HOWEVER I LIKE!" Hallie shouted back.
Santana picked up her pace. Brittany's hand tightened in her own. There was no mistaking it was her sister and mother debating with each other. It was terrifying to the senses. Entering the living room, the pair found exactly what they knew was waiting for them. Hallie and Mrs Pierce stood on opposite sides of the room, screaming at one another madly, cheeks enflamed and fury glowing in their eyes.
"Oh look who it is," Mrs Pierce snarled, catching sight of the couple, "why don't we bring that other girl back in here and you can all sit down and have a lesbian orgy!"
"Don't be so small-minded Mom." Brittany murmured.
"What did you say?" Mrs Pierce turned to her eldest daughter, "you who were so desperate for someone to pay you just a little bit of attention that you went pawing after some filthy excuse for a woman!"
"Don't you talk about her like that," Santana stepped in front of Brittany as though to protect her against Mrs Pierce's insults. She didn't care what was said about herself but no one insulted Brittany like that.
Hallie looked just as furious. She spat at her mother, rounding on her. "ARE YOU SO STUPID AS TO DISREGARD THAT SOME PEOPLE ARE ATTRACTED TO THEIR OWN SEX?"
"WHAT? LIKE YOU? BOTH OF YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DIRTY LITTLE SLUTS!" Mrs Pierce turned on her heel, shaking her head in dismay, "Do you know what I found not too long ago? Do you know what I found?" She asked Brittany, glancing over her shoulder,"I found your sister with another girl...I found them kissing. Like it was normal. I felt sick. I wanted to be sick. My daughters," she muttered under her breath, "both of my daughters...lesbians. What are the odds? I am so ashamed." It was as though she were talking to herself rather than anyone else. "I find them all over each other. I thought Hallie was different. Ugh, the sight of them. Good God, what did I do to deserve this?"
"Mom?" Brittany said hesitantly. Santana didn't have to look at her girlfriend to see the terror in her eyes, "it's not as bad as it seems. I promise. You don't have to be scared of this. It's the same as any other relationship," Brittany licked her lips, "Mom, I love her."
Mrs Pierce stood in a stony silence.
"I love her Mom. I love Santana. It's not different to anything else. Think of you and Daddy. He –"
"DON'T YOU DARE BRING YOUR FATHER INTO THIS!" Mrs Pierce suddenly went storming at Brittany, a mad mess. Santana flung her arms out over the blonde to protect her and Hallie came running to stand beside her sister also, a picture of determination, "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TALK ABOUT HIM! YOU MURDERED HIM!"
"No Mom," Brittany broke down into tears, "it was an accident."
"I'M GLAD YOU'RE BLIND! I'M GLAD! YOU GOT WHAT YOU DESERVED! YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE NOBODY! IF HE COULD SEE YOU NOW HE'D DIE AGAIN OF SHAME!"
"FUCK OFF!" Santana screamed, "YOU DON'T HAVE A CLUE ABOUT ANYTHING DO YOU?"
"I know that my daughter has been contaminated by you and your lesbian ways," Mrs Pierce hissed through clenched teeth, "and now you've done the same to my other daughter. You are scum. You have spread so much filth into my family. You, Santana Lopez...you are most unwelcome near me from now on in. I think the world would be a much better place if you were to –"
"What did you just say?"
Anita and Rafael had just appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, looking perhaps twice as angry as Mrs Pierce.
"I asked you a question," Anita stepped forward, "what did you just say?"
"You heard me! Your daughter has been a bad influence on my children. She's led them to believe that being gay is right!" If Mrs Pierce sounded nervous, she certainly didn't look it. On the contrary, her face was a picture of great trepidation.
"No! She's led them to believe that loving someone, no matter whom they might be is a decent and beautiful thing," Anita spat.
"Oh Please! There is nothing normal in what they've been doing." Mrs Pierce cocked her head in Santana and Brittany's direction.
"How dare you?" Rafael said, shaking his head and looking as though for the first time in his life he might like to hit a woman, "its people like you who drive the world into fear about what's right and what's wrong. We hoped you might understand as we did."
"Understand? There is nothing to understand here." Mrs Pierce snorted, "all I see when I look at this," she gestured wildly with her hand, "mess is a sickness. I see two women who couldn't find a man to settle down with so they put up with each other instead."
Anita walked around her daughter and the Pierce sisters. Her shoulders were squared back and her face was full of defiant rage. There was no disguising the hatred in her features. She loathed Mrs Pierce.
"Get out of this house now and never come back."
"I beg your pardon."
"ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?" Anita suddenly screeched, "I SAID GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND DON'T COME BACK! DON'T YOU EVER DARKEN US WITH YOUR HORRIBLE, LOATHESOME PRESENCE EVER AGAIN!"
Mrs Pierce looked somewhat surprised. She staggered backwards as Anita stomped towards her, holding her arms up in front of her chest defensively.
"I'm not leaving without my daughters!"
"I'm not coming with you," Hallie said, shaking her head.
"What?" Mrs Pierce gasped.
"I'm not coming."
"Neither am I," chimed in Brittany, "I'm moving out. I can't stay with you Mom," she sniffled, "not when you're like this."
"So you're both just gonna move out?" Mrs Pierce laughed harshly.
"Yeah." Hallie and Brittany replied.
Crossing her arms over her chest, their mother smirked, "and where you gonna stay? With her?"
"Yeah," Santana said, "actually they are. Their moving in with me as of now," she looked at Hallie, "both of you."
"What?" Mrs Pierce looked even more surprised. Shaking her head, she said, "so you're both just going to leave me now?"
"Oh believe me Mom, we've wanted to leave you for a very, very, very long time," Hallie retorted.
"Now, if I'm not mistaken, my mother asked you to leave. Let me show you the door." Santana made to walk Mrs Pierce out of the living room but the woman held up her hand in refusal.
"I know where the door is. I'll show myself out!" She cast her dark gaze upon her daughters, "as for you two...you may very well change your mind one day but know this...you are both dead to me. As of now, I have no children," and with that, she stormed out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her. There was a two second pause as she rounded the corner and then the sound of the front door slammed. Mrs Pierce was gone.
The pressure of what had just happened must've been too much for Brittany. She collapsed to her knees in a mess of tears. Santana bent down to comfort her but found that she was not the only one. Rafael, Anita and Hallie had all suddenly sunken down to the floor with her to console Brittany with hugs and soft, gentle words.
"Mom," Santana turned to glance up at Anita, hoping for some kind of notion that everything was going to be alright.
"I'm here mija. Don't worry. I'm here."
...GLEE.
The barbeque ended around about 10:45pm and Santana was more than ready for bed. Hallie and Brittany had already made themselves at home as much as was possible but there was still a hard silence in the house that was obviously left over from Mrs Pierce.
Ascending the stairs, Santana allowed her own troubled thoughts to overcome her. Brittany had been so upset after her mother had gone and though Santana felt it was no loss to lose such a negative person in her life, she understood that her mother hating her in such a way would be somewhat heart-wrenching to the system.
Hallie appeared to be less concerned over her mother's violent attack. She had not shown a hint of remorse or sorrow at having made her mother leave and had settled into the house well, asking which room was hers and heading back out into the barbeque to spend more time with Sarah whom she couldn't seem to stay away from for very long. It was a rather disturbing indifference to Santana and the Latina wondered how much the youngster was really bothered by Mrs Pierce's rejection of who she might be.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Santana peeked in on Hallie who was in the spare room to the right and smiled. The girl lay fast asleep in bed, curled up into her pillow with a soft smile painted across her attractive young face. Content, she moved on into her own room (Brittany's room too now) and very gently tiptoed across the room. Brittany was resting on her usual side of the bed, facing the wall. Santana had the feeling she wasn't asleep for the room wasn't filled her with her usual deep steady breaths. When she climbed into bed, Brittany immediately rolled over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist gently.
"Hi," Santana muttered.
"Hi."
"You okay?"
"I guess."
"Why doesn't that sound convincing?"
Brittany chuckled sadly, "because I guess I'm not okay but I have to try and at least be."
"Hmm," Santana tangled her fingers into her lover's fine blonde hair, "I'm sorry today didn't turn out the way you wanted it to."
"I don't think there was all that much that could be done to fix the situation," Brittany shrugged, "thank you for sticking up for me though and Hallie too."
"I'll always try and take care of you Britt," Santana said sincerely, "you're my girlfriend and I love you."
"I love you too," Brittany whispered back.
They lay there for a moment or two, basking in each other's quiet. Santana took the time to press her lips to Brittany's forehead, adoring her as much as was physically possible. She stopped however, when Brittany suddenly giggled against her.
"What?" Santana smirked, "what are you laughing at?"
Brittany laughed again, breathy and beautiful, "I'm sorry. I just can't believe it. Hallie's a lesbian."
Okay. I think that's all for now. I don't know how long it'll take until you have another update as I've got a busy couple of weeks coming up.
I hope you liked this chapter. I'll bet some of you aren't surprised Hallie might've possibly been into girls but then again, some of you might be completely stunned. Hope it wasn't too terrible. Please give me your opinions. Remember, I like long reviews. :)