Hey, guys! So, it's the first day back for my college and I'm already done with everything for this week, so I decided to sit down and write out this chapter. It's kinda short when compared to my other chapters, but it's just a filler. The next chapter will probably cover Christmas and the New Year and will begin to talk about college prep and everything that comes with being a senior.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I tried to make it as cute and fluffy as possible. I really like to bring out that side of Santana. Because the Santana we all know and love is a badass, but she's also fiercely loyal and protective and totally a sucker for cuddling. (Brittana cuddle moments on Glee are my favorite, because it's usually Santana who's being held.) It's such a sharp contrast compared to her usual nature that I can guarantee that while her and Logan are alone, we'll see that soft side.

Anyway, let me know what you all think! Reviews are the best parts of my day! Thank you all again, for the support of this story. I've fell for it so hard that I'm going to be so sad when it's eventually over (don't freak, it's got another sequel and I've been toying with the idea of doing some oneshots of Santana/Logan's life after the last story is over).

Remember to always be brave, guys! ~BraveGirl

Ch:12

Logan

"What exactly did her grandmother say to her?"

Leaning against the wall next to the stairs, I watched as my mothers were handed a cup of something with steam by Maribel before she took a seat in the chair across from them. From somewhere in the kitchen, I could hear Tony's angry voice while on the phone, with who I was assumed was his mother. The conversation itself was lost on my part, mostly because I couldn't understand the rushed Spanish sounding every other second.

"I'm not sure. Tony is on the phone with her, trying to figure out what was said between the two of them, but so far she hasn't budged. I've tried to get her to open the door, but since she got home a few hours ago, there hasn't been a peep. Calling you three was a last resort before Tony took the door off the hinges, literally."

"Well, I'm assuming that whatever was said was not good. Do you know what they were talking about? At all?"

"She was going to tell her. Before the commercial was supposed to air."

All three pairs of eyes turned towards me, and I let out a sigh, glancing back up the stairs. "It didn't go well, is my guess. Obviously. Uh, do you mind if I try to talk to her?"

The older Latina nodded before going back to discuss things with my mothers. No doubt the woman was looking for some kind of advice and insight on the gay community now that Santana had come out to them. Which ended well, in my opinion. According to San, they were more than proud of her for admitting to them who she really was. Also, they were more than excited that Santana and I were now together, something that just fueled the ever present fire that comes with anything associated with Santana.

Trudging outside, I made my way around the side of the house, glancing upwards as I did until Santana's bedroom window came into view. The light on told me that the girl was, indeed inside, locked up and probably letting her grandmother's words swish around in her head while she beats herself up on the inside.

Eyeing the tree located directly under the girl's window, I reached up to grab a branch, wincing slightly at the soreness in my shoulder from a few hours of boxing, but pulling myself up nonetheless. The climb was short, seeing as I only had to make it up four more branches before I was perched outside the window, so I carefully stepped out onto the slightly slanted roof, reaching out to grab a hold of the window frame before bracing my feet against the shingles, peering inside the dimly lit room.

Sure enough, Santana was laying with her back to the window, wrapped un in a seemingly never ending layer of blankets. I gave one quick rasp to the glass with my knuckle, watching with a sad smile as my girl rolled over in bed, staring at me for a few seconds before sliding out of bed and towards the window. I let out a breath of relief when the brunette slid it upwards, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion. "What the hell are you doing?"

Shrugging, I gripped the inside of the frame before pulling myself in through the opening, landing on the floor with a light thud. "Climbing in through your window."

"Why?"

"Because I've been on the outside of a locked door before, and I have no desire to be there again. Not with you."

Santana nodded, walking back over to the bed and plopping down with a sigh, her arms crossing over herself in a defensive manner. Something I realized she did whenever she was hurting, or was afraid of being more hurt than she already was.

I quickly followed, setting up against her headboard before pulling her towards me, my arms wrapping around her tightly, hoping that the act would bring some kind of comfort for the cheerleader. And almost instantly, the girl melted into my embrace, her shoulders shaking lightly as she ducked her head into my chest. I could feel her tears seeping into the material of my shirt, but I didn't comment, only tightening one arm around her waist while the other began rubbing small circles on the girl's back.

Eventually, after she calmed down, and I was simply holding the girl in my arms, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her hair, I heard her let out a breath. "Did my mom call you and ask you to come over here?"

Her voice was raspy, and definitely sounded like she had been crying recently. I placed a light kiss to the top of her head before resting my cheek against it. "Yeah. Apparently our parents were supposed to meet tonight anyway for something, but she called earlier and said you had locked yourself up in your room after coming back from your grandmothers. So…here I am."

"Oh. Your mothers are here?"

Nodding, I gave up on the small lock of hair I had been playing with, letting it fall back with the rest as I rewrapped my arm around her. "They're downstairs talking with your parents. I think I confused your mom when I walked outside after asking if I could try and talk to you."

That earned a light laugh from the girl curled into me, causing a smile of my own to appear on my own face. "Well, she was going to have to find out about your weirdness sooner or later. At least this time is was only you having to scale the side of my house."

"Hey, I thought my weirdness was a good quality."

"It's not exactly like I have anything to compare it with, so for now, yeah, it is."

Silence engulfed the both of us for a few seconds, the only sounds coming from our steady breathing, until Santana's phone ringing caused both of us to jump. I quickly reached for the device on the nightstand next to me, handing it out to the Latina and watching as she tapped the screen for a second or two before silencing it and tossing it to the opposite side of the bed. "Your sister is having a meltdown worrying over me. That was Quinn. Her and Rachel are on their way over to your house as we speak. Apparently they're insisting that tonight be made into another one of their freaking sleepovers."

I laughed lightly, pulling my own phone out of my pocket as it beeped, barely glancing at the message from my sister saying they would wait until we were over before starting the 'emergency sleepover,' complete with horror movies and copious amounts of ice cream and junk food. "What is with those two and sleepovers? We've had one like every weekend since the school year started. And it's only November."

"Berry is your sister…"

"Okay, in all seriousness, we need to address the elephant in the room, babe."

Almost immediately as the words left my mouth, I felt Santana tense in my arms before starting to pull away, which only caused me to entwine my fingers at her lower back, successfully forcing her from going anywhere. "You can't run from this, San. Talk to me, please. Let me help you."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Then at least listen, okay? Can you do that? Please?"

Once I was sure she was done trying to pull away from me, physically and emotionally, I relaxed my arms, taking a deep breath. "I'm guessing your grandmother didn't take the news of you being gay well, seeing as you went all Disney princess on me and locked yourself up here, forcing me to climb a tree to even be able to talk to you."

The brunette turned her head slightly, her voice muffled against my shirt. "Sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry, San. I will never be upset with the things you do while you're hurting. And you're hurting because of what your grandmother said. I'm not going to force you to tell me what it was, I've had enough experience with terrible reactions to know that no matter what she said, it was hurtful and probably said out of confusion or clouded judgement. But I'm here, okay? You went through so many years of your life hating yourself and hiding yourself and distancing yourself from everyone because of who you are, but that all stops here, okay? I know you're used to it, but I want to help. It's what I'm here for. This thing we have going? It's a two-way street, and I…I just want you know that no matter what, I love you, and I'm always going to be here for you. If you want to cry, come find me and I'll hold you while you cry. If you want to sit in silence, we'll do that. I'll take you to a freaking mountain somewhere and let you scream into the distance until you lose your voice, if that's what you needed. You're not alone anymore. I'll always be on your side and I'll always stand by you. Always."

The room was silent again after a few moments, and right as I was starting to worry that I had said the wrong thing, the girl in my arms shifted slightly, her head tilting back to look up at me. "Why the hell are you so perfect? Seriously, I don't deserve this. Or you. I'm a horrible person. I'm a bitch ninety percent of the time, and I tortured your sister for years. I was rude to you when we first met and-."

"Woah, Santana, hold up! You are not a horrible person."

"But I-."

"No, listen to me. Whatever you did in the past, it stays there. You can't change it. You learn from it. You took your anger out on other people and put that bitchy exterior up to keep yourself form getting hurt. It's okay. I won't hold that against you. I did the same when I first moved here. I was cold, and I kept everyone at arm's length because I was afraid of losing those I cared about. But you changed that for me," The Latina sat up, her brown eyes brimming with unshed tears, but I kept going, reaching out to cup one of her cheeks. "You wormed your way into my heart my, and you were the reason why I began to feel some kind of emotion. I owe everything to you, Santana. Everything. You're a good person, please believe that."

Eventually, whatever tears the girl had in stock finally spilled over, my thumb automatically brushing across the soft skin of her cheek, wiping them away as they fell in steady rivers. "So it wasn't good, was it?"

The brunette shook her head, reaching up to grab a hold of the hand I had pressed against her cheek, squeezing it slightly as she lowered our joined hands to rest in her lap. "No, uh. It wasn't. She basically told me I should have just kept it to myself. That it was a sin and that I was never…I'm not allowed back in her house ever again."

"Oh. Yeah. Definitely not good, then."

A few beats of silence passed between us before I let out a sigh, dropping Santana's hand before standing up off her bed. "Alright. Let's go dance in the rain."

The cheerleader frowned, taking my hand instantly as I offered it, pulling her off the bed to stand in front of me. "Logan, it's not raining."

Smiling, I started off towards her bedroom door, shrugging one shoulder. "No, it's not, but have you ever heard that ridiculous quote about how you eventually learn to survive in the storm?"

The other girl nodded, taking a few steps towards me as I undid the lock on her door and ushered one arm out in a very dork-like fashion, silently watching as the Latina rolled her eyes before walking ahead of me and down the stairs. "You're so weird, and I still don't understand the rain thing."

Before we could reach the bottom step, I reached out, managing to grab her around the waist while the other hand braced itself against the banister, pushing my front into her back. Nuzzling into the back of her neck, I smiled slightly at the sudden intake of breath from the cheerleader. "I've figured out it's much easier to simply dance in the rain instead."

"You are seriously going to be the death of me."

Chuckling, I gently pushed her down the last step, letting my arm fall from her waist. "Let's hope not. Been there, done that. I really don't want a repeat."

Before she could respond to my dark humor, Maribel was already up and off the couch, wrapping her daughter up in a tight hug. I simply smiled as I moved past the two hugging women, walking towards my own mothers. "Did my sister tell you she's breaking into the house tonight with her girlfriend?"

Both of my mothers shared a look before pulling out their respective phones. "Uh, no. Did we miss that memo? I thought you all weren't planning another sleepover until winter break?"

Shrugging, I took a seat on the arm of the couch, turning my attention to the hug party still going on. Although now it had included another member of the Lopez family, with Tony still clutching the landline phone in one hand as he embraced both of his girls. Eventually, they broke apart, Santana's parents murmuring something to her before she nodded and caught my gaze. I smiled reassuringly, only to feel it drop as I was suddenly engulfed in a hug of my own by Santana's parents. The action was enough to force a high-pitched squeak I didn't know I was capable of making, the sound forcing a cackle out of my girlfriend, who was still holding my gaze over her parent's shoulder.

Lightly glaring at said girlfriend, I awkwardly patted both Maribel and Tony on their respective backs before they moved away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as Santana continued to laugh loudly at me. "Okay. I've had enough emotional outburst tonight. Now, if you guys don't mind, I was hoping I could borrow Santana and head back to the house? My sister has apparently found out popcorn and movies is a good way to kill a Saturday night."

Both sets of parents nodded, each mumbling their goodbyes before I stood up from the couch, sending my girlfriend another glare as she was still giggling slightly even as I pushed her out the door and into the cool air before I tossed her jacket at her head. When that only produced louder giggles, I simply let out a sigh, walking away from Santana's house. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

"How in the hell did you even make that noise? Nothing about you is girly and that sound you made was…shit, that was hilarious."

Rolling my eyes, I shoved my hands in my pockets, letting out a huff when I felt Santana's body collide with mine, her arm looping through mine. "Wait until Puck hears about this. He thinks you're just as big of a badass as he thinks he is."

I opted not to fuel her giggles even more, I simply kept walking, keeping my face neutral as I stared ahead. "I'm so totally telling everyone about that teddy bear you had sitting on your dresser. Wasn't that a cheerleading outfit it had on?"

From out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Santana's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."

Shrugging, I pulled one hand free from my pocket, easily sliding my arm around the other girl's waist. "Play with fire and you're bound to get burned, Lopez."

"Oh my god, seriously? You're so freaking weird. Listen, I won't tell anyone about what just happened if you don't tell anyone about Sir Dance-a-lot."

My feet automatically stopped, which in returned forced Santana to come to a stop beside me. "Sir Dance-a-lot? There's a Sir in front of that?"

The Latina scoffed, looping a finger through one of the belt loops on my jeans and tugging forward. "I did not say Sir. You're imagining things. Come on, we need to get to your house before Berry starts to come looking for us. I really don't want to sit through one of her power point lessons on why walking at night is dangerous…again."

Feeling the shit eating grin spreading across my face, I obliged, my feet running on auto-pilot as I continued to stare over at Santana. "Don't tell me, he's been knighted, right? That's why he's a Sir?"

"Logan, I swear to whatever god you believe in, I will end you right here on this sidewalk if you do not shut up."

Laughing lightly, I tightened my arm around her waist, storing that information away for later as I let that familiar comfortable silence flow between the two of us. Moments like these, filled with laughter and promises of more to come, it made all of this worth it.

"Hey, San?"

The girl next to me hummed, her eyes scanning the sidewalk ahead of us. I smiled slightly to myself as I took in her profile in the light of the moon and streetlamps. "I love you."

Without missing a beat, we stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, again, the brunette tugging me towards her, our lips automatically meeting halfway. Damn, this was something I could really get used to.

When she eventually pulled back, our foreheads resting against each other's, I could practically hear the smile in her words. Which was a relief when taking in everything that had happened tonight, after seeing someone so strong, down so low. "I love you, too."

Yeah. It's totally worth it.