DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE

June 8

Santana came home late at night. She snuck up into her room. Thinking about the recent events.

Flashback:

The glee club was just dismissed. Everybody said their goodbyes, and "see you next fall!" Santana stayed back. As she gathered her stuff, she felt someone's presence behind her. She turned around to find herself face to face with Azimio, from the football team.

"Hey baby, wanna have an party down here?" Azimio asked pointing downwards.

"Not now, Azimio. I'm not in the mood." Santana said, as she tried to make her way out of the door, but he stopped her.

"What Lopez? Into girls now?" Santana stopped in her tracks. She wasn't ready for the school to know she was a lesbian.

"No, what would make you think that?" Santana said. Azimio shrugged.

"Nothing really. You've been spending a lot more time with dumb girl though." Santana glared at him.

"Ok lemme get this through you're thick skull, 1)Her name is Brittany. 2)I've been spending time with her because she's my best friend. And 3) I am not a lesbian." Santana said.

"Prove it." Santana sighed.

"Fine, but I refuse to do it in a school, drive me to your house." He agreed and they drove to his house. He took her hand as they walked up into his room. He pushed her on the bed.

Santana lay on the bed. She didn't feel anything. Azimio got out of the bed and pulled his pants again. Santana got up also and put her clothes on. As she walked out of the house Azimio called to her.

"Hope we can do this again slut." Santana was shocked. She has been called many things, but one thing she has been called was that. She turned around.

"What did you just call me?" Azimio shrugged.

"A slut. Don't admit you aren't one. Everybody in Lima knows you are." On that note Santana left. She walked home crying her eyes out. She then bumped into somebody. She mumbled her apology and started to walk away, but the man grabbed her arm.

"Hey there gorgeous." The guy said. Santana looked at him disgusted.

"Hey there sleazy." She retorted.

"You look like you want a good fuck. The guy got closer." Santana pushed him away.

"Get off of me perv. I don't want you. I don't give a fuck about you." He released his grip.

"That's what they all say. But if you're ever in the mood, here's my number." He gave her a piece of paper with the seven digits on it. Santana stuffed it into her pocket.

"Whatever." Santana mumbled. Just before she was about to walk away, the man called to her.

"I am a gentlemen by the way. I always pay for the services." He flashed her a toothy grin.

She soon heard a knock on the door. Her mom came in the door.

"Chica? Why are you coming home now?" Santana's mother asked.

"I was hanging out with Brittany and Quinn. Sorry we were having a movie marathon and we just got caught up in the movies." Santana's parents were strict, so to them Santana acted like Quinn in front of them. If they even knew about Quinn's pregnancy they wouldn't allow Santana to be friends with Quinn. They still think Santana is in the celibacy club and still is a virgin.

"Ok well, don't do it again. You're papa doesn't want you out late."

"Yes mama" Santana's mother still wasn't happy.

"Is there something you're not telling me? Baby, you can tell me anything." Santana's mother said as she smoothed Santana's hair.

"No. There is nothing wrong. Just tired." Santana lied. She couldn't tell her mother about being a lesbian. They were some of the strictest people ever.

"ok good night mi hija(my daughter)." She shut the light and Santana lied down on her bed and drifted into a sleep.

June 20

The days were going on like they were nothing important. She hung out with Brittany until one day something happened. They were talking by the pool when Brittany told her something. They spent all there time since Brittany was leaving tomorrow for Rome for the entire summer.

"I came out to my parents yesterday." Santana was surprised.

"What did they say?" Santana questioned.

"They said they were fine with it. They still love me unconditionally." Santana smiled. Maybe her parents would be that understanding. Brittany was almost reading her mind.

"You should tell your parents. I'm sure they would understand." Santana scoffed.

"Are you kidding me? My parents are stricter than Quinn's, and that's saying something." Brittany's phone than rang.

"My parents want me home. I'll see you in august?" Brittany asked.

"Yup. I'll be here waiting." Santana said.

"Oh and promise me you'll tell your parents tonight."

"Promise."

"Pinky promise?" Brittany asked holding out her pinky. Santana smiled.

"Pinky promise."

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~Rainthenrainbows