a/n: i never have and will never own Glee or anything affiliated with it. I also don't own any music rights. I apologize for my TERRIBLE Spanish, I do not speak Spanish at all. Put it in Google translate and you'll get what I meant because that's exactly what I did.Hope you're enjoying.Missing You by All Time Low
Chapter 6: Missing You
"Santana?" Brittany knocks lightly on the bathroom door. It's 2 am and the Latina is out of bed again.
"Come in" a voice rasps out.
"Oh sweetie" Brittany says, helping the girl pull back her hair and rubbing her back.
"I'm so nauseous. It hurts." Santana has tear streaks covering her face. Of course it hurts, her ribs should be resting. Brittany collects the girl in her lap.
"I'll sleep here so I can hold you" Brittany gets as comfortable as she can on the tile floor .
"Britt, Gracias, te amo" Santana falls asleep in the blondes laps.
The next morning, Ali drives Britt to school.
"I'll be by Saturday. Tell San to dress nice." Britt winks, before walking into the school building where she's immediately joined by Sue.
"Brittany, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday. I was in a meeting with the principal trying to get slushies banned from school grounds when it happened." the cheer coach leads the young blonde straight to her office.
"Coach, it's not your fault." Brittany sits in the chair, wearing a flannel she stole from Santana that was baggy on the Latina and tight on her.
"My cheerios, my fault, we both know that." Sue runs a hand through her artificial blonde hair.
"Look, it's Friday and I just want to get the day over with coach. I'm sorry your job is on the line cause of this but-"
"Brittany, wait. This isn't about my job. Well it sort of is. The principal was fired. This was a string of problems with a student who should have been expelled a long time ago."
"You don't have to tell me about Puck" Brittany crosses her arms.
"I know Pierce. Look, I'm the principal now and things are going change around here." Sue says.
"Why are you telling me?" Brittany watches sue warily.
"No fights Pierce. Or you will be expelled. Understood?" Sue cuts to the point.
"Yes coach. Can you take me to class now?" Brittany asks and is escorted to her first class.
Back at the Lopez household, Plan B has run its course and Santana is ravenous.
"Tia! ¿Que quieras para desayunar?" (Aunt, what do you want for breakfast) the Latina girl asks, trying to decide what to make for breakfast.
"No gritar, calmate Santanita." Ali walks into the kitchen "¿Que tenemos?" (No shouting, calm down. What do we have)
"¿Bueno? nada" (good? Nothing) Santana closes the fridge, frustrated and tired.
"¿Que pasa Santanita?" (What's wrong) Ali asks her niece.
"I'm just tired Tia. Should I bake something?" Santana looks through the fridge and pantries to get an idea.
"No, sientate" Ali say "I'll make breakfast. My famous Huevos Rancheros okay with you?" Ali sits the girls at the counter and Santana nods, barely keeping her eyes open.
"Café" Ali slides the girl a steaming mug of black coffee and places her favorite hazelnut creamer next to it. The woman melts butter in a skillet before cracking two eggs to fry. Then, she pulls out the fresh pico de gallo they always have on hand along with leftover beans from the dinner she'd eaten alone. She warm the beans up before warming up two corn tortillas. She cooks her egg over easy and Santana's over hard before placing them on the top of the bean cover tortillas with healthy serving of Pico de gallo on top.
"Gracias Tia" Santana says, eating her food quickly "May I go to my room?:
"Is everything okay?" Ali asks, barely halfway through her breakfast.
"Yes Tia, I just want to be alone, lo siento" Santana climbs the stairs, quietly shutting her door. She turns on her radio.
"And thats one hundred sleepless night"
"I love the sound of Vic Fuentes in the morning" she smiles, pulling her long sleeved Pierce the Veil shirt on. She relishes the sleeves, distracting her from her original plan in her room. She eyes her jean jacket and suddenly has an idea.
"Tia!" Santana barrels down the stairs.
"Ve mas despacio" Ali begs the girl to slow down "¿Que?"
"Did Diego leave any jean jackets here that he doesn't want?" Santana takes a few breaths.
"Si. Why?" Ali washes the dishes from breakfast, Santana right behind her.
"I want to embroider one for Brittany" Santana explains.
"You two are moving a little fast don't you think?" Ali glances over her shoulder
"I don't care Tia. Amo Britt." Santana shrugs
"Okay. In his closet. Blue. That one. It should fit a Hermosa chica like Brittany" Ali winks.
"TIA!" Santana blushes before running back upstairs, finding the jacket and getting to work. She knows Britt likes her jackets, and she thinks it could be cool if they had matching jackets or almost matching. She decides that she'll do roughly the same thing, but ask Britt what lyrics she wants embroidered. She even takes the time to embroider names on the left side of the jacket like they would if they were varsity jackets. She wants to do the lyrics so she texts Britt.
SL: hey you ;)
BP: hey back
SL: how's learning
BP: missing you
SL: all time low :)
BP: whats up chica
SL: favorite lyrics from future hearts?
BP: weird question but probably "fuck the world, its my life"
SL: back to missing you?
BP: it helped me
SL: same. Thanks. when will I see u?
BP: sat. ask tia for deets
SL: aye aye capn. Pierce
BP: 3
SL: 3
Santana embroiders the lyrics on the left wrist of Brittany's jacket, opposite of her own where they're on the right. With her project done, Santana becomes bored, and decides she could maybe work on Glee. She'd managed to get Rachel's number and shoots her a text.
SL: Rachel?
RB: correct...who r u
SL: sorry. Santana lopez, I audition for glee with Britt
RB: oh yes the fall out song very nice
SL: thanks but I was wondering if I could work on anything since I'm missing glee
RB: oh yes mr.schue told me of your incident, your voice wasn't damaged?
SL: No, breath control may be hard for a week or two
RB: Very well. Do you read sheet music?
SL: yes I was raised playing piano
RB: how wonderful! Do you still play?
SL: its been about a year /
RB: would you consider playing again?
SL: yeah...I miss it
RB: well then prepare a piece to play on Monday?
SL: of course. Thanks Rachel
RB: just being a good captain.
Santana sighs and walks down the stairs. Like her, Diego had been trained in piano like every Lopez. When she asked Ali why, she'd said it was the only thing she'd never resented her parents for. She said Santana would realize the same,but it had taken until now.
"Man, Diego got a sweet set up." Santana ran her hand along the cherry wood of the grand before sitting on the bench. She pulled up some sheet music on her phone and rested her hands on the keys. Her fingers began a delicate dance.
"I heard that you been self-medicating in the quiet of your room, your sweet suburban too"
Ali heard the piano and tip toed down the stairs. She recorded a video
"You've come this far you're all cleaned you made a mess again. There's no more trying time to sort yourself out."
Santana finished the song and only noticed her aunt due to the applause.
"Tia, how long did you watch?" Santana asked.
"Long enough." Ali showed the video.
"Send it to Britt." Santana asked immediately.
"So you have a date Saturday" Ali leans on the grand, watching Santana mark up the sheet music.
"Si. ¿Que nescito?" Sanatana looks up from the sheet music.
"Ah. She said "dress nice"" Ali sits beside Santana on the piano bench.
"Tia, do you think she wants me to wear a dress or a suit or-" Santana looks down when she sees Ali roll her eyes.
"She just wants to see you. Just not in this." Ali motions to the stained sweatshirt and sweatpants.
"Right. So what SHOULD I wear?" Santana prods.
"I think you'll look hermosa regardless. But I like that leather jacket over a nice shirt and jeans." Ali winks, getting up. Santana nods before continuing to work on her sheet music. Ali gets a text and leans on the counter, watching Santana.
Brittany: Is she going to play that for Glee?!
Ali: With the way she's marking up the sheet music I'd hope so.
Brittany: Oh I'm excited. Make sure San is comfortable for tomorrow.
Ali: I've got it covered.
Brittany: Gracias!
Ali drifts back over to Santana "Will you play that for your club?"
Santana nods smiling "I told Rachel I could play so what could be better?"
"Beethoven?" a voice says as the door opens.
"DIEGO!" Santana squeals launching herself into the boys arms, her bruises forgotten.
"Hola hijo, why are you here?" Ali says following.
"Lo Siento Mami. I came to see Santana" Diego sets down the small girl.
"What about school?" Santana asks.
"Long weekend." Diego eyes the sheet music on his piano. "May I?" he nods towards it. Santana shrugs.
"Its not done, but if you want" she mumbles and Diego ruffles her hair.
"Eres una genia San, sera perfecto" Diego sits down, reads through the music before playing it. Santana has adjusted the song a half step down and slowed the tempo.
"Well?" Santana leans on the grand.
"I like it. It must be for someone very special." Diego grins "A hermosa seniorita?"
"Si. Brittany." Ali cuts in.
"Oh yeah. I stole one of your jackets by the way." Santana says.
"For the girl?" Diego asks.
"Yeah, she wanted one like mine." Santana shrugs.
"Thats acceptable. So when are you taking her on a date?" Diego flops on the couch.
"Actually-" Santana begins
"Actually, Brittany is taking her on a date tomorrow" Ali finishes.
"Oh, is that so? I like her already. I'll meet her before the date then." Diego doesn't ask, and Santana knows better than to argues ,so she just huffs, leaving to put together her outfit for the next night.