Chapter 13: Shattered

The translations to the two Spanish parts are at the bottom.

The next day at school when Rachel didn't see Santana, she shot her a text, 'Hey Sweetie, where are you?'

All she got back as a response was, 'I'll be at Glee.'

Rachel frowned before going to class. She didn't see Santana all day, not at her locker or in any of their classes. When it came time for Glee, Rachel was waiting anxiously for Santana to walk in. When she did, she looked like she wanted to be anywhere else and she was late. Even later than Mr. Shue.

He stopped talking about whatever it was he was talking about and turned to her, "Santana?"

Santana just stopped and stood there, looking down, "I told my abuela this morning. She couldn't even look me in the eyes."

Rachel stood and walked over to her, taking her into a hug, "Santana, I am so sorry."

Santana hugged her back and closed her eyes, "It's OK Rach."

"What happened?" Kurt asked.

Santana pulled away and took a deep breath, "She told me that I should have kept it a secret and that I made her uncomfortable in her own home. I was a sinner and she never wanted to see me again."

Rachel looked at her, "Santana there is nothing wrong with you, she is just too blind to see that."

"She saw the commercial already but she said that she thought that I was going to deny it and tell her that it was a big mistake. Or that I'd tell her that I would still date a Latina man because it was the right thing to do," Santana looked down. "Why can't I be normal?"

"Sweetie, you are normal," Rachel cupped her face with her hands and made her look up. "It is normal to love or be attracted or whatever romantic feeling you have, no matter who it is. It's who you are and there is nothing you need to change. Everyone in here loves you."

Santana looked at her and nodded before she hugged her. She pulled away after a second before she looked at everyone, "I'll never admit to saying this, but you guys are the best family I can ask for."

Everyone smiled at her except Finn who stood and walked closer to the pair. He looked at his ex-girlfriend before looking at Santana holding out his hand, "I'm sorry that that happened but if it makes you feel better, we all have your back."

Santana looked at him skeptically, "Are you sure that you do too?"

Finn nodded, "I told you yesterday that I am getting OK with the idea of you and Rachel dating. I still love her and yes, I want to be with her, but if she wants to be with you then there is nothing that I can do. So yes, I have you back, both of yours."

He looked at Rachel and she smiled, "Thank you Finn. That was very admirable of you."

"I don't know what that means but I'll guess it's good," Finn smiled and everyone laughed and shook their heads at the boy.

Brittany added in, "I think it means that you are a marble."

Artie laughed at his girlfriend, "It is a praise Britt."

"Like, 'good dog?'" Brittany asked.

Artie nodded, "Sure."

Santana tried for a small smile throughout this but she wasn't into it. Rachel grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room, "San, is there more you aren't telling me?"

Santana thought back to when she was last at her grandmother's house and she frowned.

Santana still sat at the table, tears streaming down her face after her grandmother. Not even ten seconds after she walked out she came back in, looking at her granddaughter with disgust, "Tu traes pecados a estra casa. Llevatelos contingo y no regreses hasta que ya no esten.''

Santana looked up and responded, "No es pecado amar. Pero deberia ser pecado voltearte contra tu familia. No me averguenzo de quien soy, ni de con quien estoy saliendo. Te perderas de, felicidad por tus creencias."

"That 'happiness' will make you go to hell," her abuela, Alma, said. "Get out before you taint my home."

Santana stood and ran out of the house, tears streaming down her face. She got into the car and drove off. She ended up in the parking lot of the local catholic church. She got out and went inside.

She went into the booth for confessions and sat for a second before saying quietly, "forgive me Father for I have sinned."

"What have you done my child?" The priest asked.

"I have urges that I have acted on that I should not have," Santana told the man who she didn't know.

"The Lord has forgiven his children once they have admitted to their sin and change it," the priest told her.

Santana looked down, "I don't know if this can be forgiven Father."

"Let God be the judge of that," he answered.

"I am not like everyone else. I am dating another woman, I couldn't resist the temptations, I know that it was a test of the Lord and I think I have failed. I know that I should have kept it hidden deep inside and pretended that I was normal but I couldn't. I have sinned."

The priest was quiet for a second before responding, "My child, I can't speak for the Lord but I believe that it is a sin that can be repented and changed."

Santana stood and walked out before getting in her car. She sat there and cried before she finally drove to the school, to her girlfriend, and to her sin.

"Santana there is nothing wrong with you. No matter what anyone else says," Rachel took her hands. "You can't change it any more than I can, any more than my fathers can. You are normal and nothing needs to be repented or changed."

Santana rested her head against Rachel's, "I want to believe that Rachel but it's hard."

Rachel put Santana's hand on her chest, over her hear, "Sweetie, feel my heart beat. It is like yours, it's like everyone else's, nothing is different other than who it belongs to." Rachel put her own hand on Santana's, "This is not for people to dictate where it goes, it's for you to decide, no matter who it is. I don't want you to think for one second that this is no OK. I can't make you believe that, but I want to help you try."

Santana looked at her and gently kissed her, whispering, "Thank you."

Rachel smiled and moved her arms around her neck, "You are welcome."

Santana put her hands on her hips and pulled her closer. She sighed quietly, "I mean it. I don't know what I would have done without you here to tell me I am crazy."

"You aren't crazy," Rachel looked up at her and gently cupped her cheek. "But I know what will make you crazy."

"Oh yeah?" Santana raised an eyebrow.

Rachel bit her lip as she slowly smiled, "If I messed up your Cheerios pony."

"I would not go crazy," Santana rolled her eyes.

Rachel looked at her before pulling gently on the hair ties to loosen it, then put her hand back on her shoulder.

Santana whined, "Rachel, I can't tighten that because of my hand. Mami has to do that every morning and you just destroyed her hard work."

Rachel laughed and kissed her, "Sweetie, you should just take it out every once in a while."

"I will. At home," Santana pouted.

Rachel giggled and tightened her pony for her, "I will hold you to that promise."

With that Santana leaned in and kissed her. Kurt walked out and cleared his throat, "Um, Mr. Shue wants you to come back in here."

Santana pulled away and Rachel looked over, "OK, we will be in in a second."

"He said to wait so that you two didn't spend the entire time out here," Kurt said.

"Come on Hummel, just one more second," Santana said.

Rachel looked at her, "Santana, we can talk at your house after or not talk, whatever you want."

Santana looked at her, "OK Honey. I'll agree to that." She kissed her once more before she turned to Kurt, "We are coming."

Rachel walked with Santana in, holding her hand. Kurt looked at Mr. Shue, "They were just talking, Santana was still upset and Rachel was calming her down."

Both girls looked at him, wondering why he was lying to Mr. Shue. But the teacher just went on, "Alright well we should let Artie start talking about his concept and other stuff for this musical."

The rest of Glee went by as normal and Santana and Rachel went to the Lopez residence where Santana opted to go with the not talking. Rachel allowed her to touch her butt, over the skirt, but only for a few seconds and only because she was upset.

After they made out for a while Rachel made her study since she missed her classes that day. After they had dinner with Santana's parents then Rachel went home.

Santana and Rachel were going strong as a couple three weeks later. They hadn't gotten trouble from anyone really, except a snide remark every once in a while but they ignored it. Santana had her cast off now and was able to return to cheerleading.

Rachel was on stage with Blaine, surrounded by a lot of extra's that they had rounded up. Santana watched from the side as the end of the scene played out.

Blaine watched as Rachel walked away from him and he yelled after her, "Dolly Levi, you are the most exasperating woman I have ever met in my life."

Rachel turned to him with a flirtatious smile, "Why Horace Vandergelder, I believe that is the nicest thing you have ever said to me."

Rachel turned to Artie and threw up her hands, "This scene is not working."

Artie sighed, "What now Rachel?"

Rachel had been doing this a lot. She always had something to say about everything, making a comment on everything. Everyone was starting to get annoyed, even Santana.

"I know that in the movie of this the march progression is moving but I don't think we can do that on this stage. I think that it should be a marching in place," Rachel said.

Artie called to her, "I will take a look at it and we will try it tomorrow, for now let's go to the scene with Santana, Mike, Rory, and Brittany in the hat shop before Rachel and Blaine come in."

They changed places and started from where it was just Brittany and Santana talking. Before Santana and Brittany could say two lines Rachel cut in, "I think that this scene should-"

Santana interrupted her, "Damn it Rachel stop."

Everyone stopped what they were doing to look her, shocked. Rachel looked at her, "What?"

"Ever since we started doing this production you have been a nightmare and not just here. I think this past week we haven't been able to get through one conversation without you telling me something I could change about what I'm doing as Irene," Santana pointed at her, her face red with anger. "We never should have done this."

Rachel stepped closer but still raised her voice, "You are the one that suggested that we do it."

"I didn't know that you were going to act exactly like Barbra Streisand," Santana yelled. "You sound like her, you kind of look like her, I should have known that you would act exactly like her."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rachel raised her hands before letting them fall.

Santana rolled her eyes, "It means that you are infuriating!"

Everyone watched in stunned silence, not able to say anything to the fighting couple. Rachel glared at her, "Well you are vexatious."

Santana clenched her jaw, "You know the entire cast of 'Hello Dolly' hated Barbra. I am pretty that the same can be said for everyone here about you. You are annoying, self-centered, and neurotic."

"Those are a lot of big words coming from you," Rachel countered.

"Are you calling me stupid?" Santana seethed.

"As well as incompetent," Rachel ground out.

Santana clenched her fists, "This was a big mistake."

"Again, this production was your idea," Rachel yelled.

"I am not talking about the production," Santana stepped closer.

"Then what are you talking about?" Rachel rolled her eyes.

Santana waved a finger between the two of them, "This, us. I don't know why I ever let Quinn talk me into singing that stupid song to you. I don't know why I ever asked you to be my girlfriend."

Rachel's shoulders sagged a bit as she turned around, "Yeah well why did you?"

This is when Quinn jumped in, "Santana you don't mean that."

"Maybe I do Quinn," Santana looked at Rachel. "She has always been irritating and self-aggrandizing, I guess I just forgot that for a little while."

Rachel turned around, tears on her face as she yelled, "And you have always been a bitch."

Quinn and Santana stopped, staring at Rachel, shocked. Rachel went on, "I should have listened to everyone when they said that this was what was going to happen. You would have only hurt me. They were all right."

Rachel ran out of the auditorium. Santana raced after her, "Rachel!"

"I hate you Santana Lopez," Rachel called back as she ran out, down the hall, then out of the school.

Santana stopped in her tracks, in the doorway of the auditorium. She stood there, staring down the hall. Then she ran out and went home, curling up on her bed and crying. She hadn't meant to say all those things, she was irritated and she had been keeping that inside for three weeks straight.

Santana didn't move from that spot on her bed, not even to go to school the next day. She didn't want to face Rachel Berry, her ex-girlfriend.

Sorry to do that to you all but it is leading into the angst of the next chapter. I know that this was sort of angst too but the other one is different but this needed to happen first. Anyways I am going to give you the translations after this. I also want to say thank you for reading, reviewing and favoriting. You are my biggest inspirations. I will see you with an update on Wednesday. The song for the title is 'Shattered' by O.A.R. And I am sorry this is late, I had it done yesterday but the WiFi gave out on me so it screwed me over.

Translations:

1. You bring sin into my home. Take it away and don't come back until it's gone.

2. It's not a sin to love. But it should be a sin to turn on family. I am not ashamed of who I am and who I am dating. You will be missing out on my happiness for your beliefs.