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Chapter three- Facts
The week flew by quickly, and most nights went like their first one, but thankfully without Santana's midnight throw up. Will was starting to understand the best plan of action for the young girl, mentally making lists on what to tackle first in the task of creating a happy home for Santana.
On awaking this morning, Will's first and most enjoyed thought was thank god its Saturday. The second thought was one of concern for Santana.
He had been growingly concerned about certain habits the girl had picked up whilst living alone during the most important years of one's life.
She didn't eat much if at all; in fact the only time she had eaten properly was when he had cooked her something. She wasn't so much scared of the dark, more apprehensive to turn the lights off or to move once they were off. Most nights she would attempt to stay up to the wee hours of the morning watching telly or on her computer, and without him or a parent there to shoo her off to bed, she probably wouldn't ever get a good night's sleep.
However, she did have an inspiring habit of putting all her homework and assignments on the kitchen table, and would sit and do it at least two hours of everyday, often with Brittany tagging along.
He climbed out of bed slowly, letting his mind continue on its own accord, making his ritual walk towards Santana's bedroom, pushing open her door slightly to view the sleeping girl.
Indeed she was still asleep turned away from the door, curled up in the centre of the bed. He swiftly shut the door once more, and set about his own morning routine. Two hours later, Santana was gifted no longer with sleep as this time, Schuester knocked loudly against the door before opening it.
'Come on Santana, time to rise.' He announced, walking into her room and shaking her gently. She rolled away from his offending hand and curled further under the covers.
'Come on, it's Saturday, surely you're not going to spend it sleeping?' He asked and was rewarded with her sitting up briefly, raising her eyebrow at him and slumping back down. Will just nodded with a smile on his face, before disappearing into the kitchen.
Suddenly a phone started ringing, the unusual alien sound rang through the Lopez place loudly, making Schuester jump. However, as he went towards the house phone, a blur of caramel skin and dark hair shot past him, standing in front of the phone with terrified eyes.
'Santana? Are you going to answer the phone?' He asked gently, when Santana shook her head vigorously.
'No, shush, leave it.' She mumbled quickly, her voice was barely more than a whisper.
The phone stopped ringing, followed by a single beep, the answering machine.
'Santana, it's your Daddy. I'm just phoning to check on you. I hope you have been doing all your homework. If I hear you've been causing trouble you'll be sure to feel the sting of my hand baby girl. We don't want a repeat of last times home visit do we now. I mean it, I will break your skinny little rebellious ass. ' A deep slow voice spoke through the tiny answering machine.
Schue looked at Santana with sad eyes listening to the condescending and threatening voice of whom he knew now to be Mr Lopez.
'I'll be home next month for two days. The school board have contacted me moaning at me about parents evening. Apparently it's crucial for me to attend at least one in your school life. Anyway, I have to go, Daddy loves you.' The machine cut out with a following beep. Santana let out a breath she never realised she was holding.
She flinched when Will tentatively touched her shoulder. 'What I'm up already!' She snapped, swirling around on him with fiery eyes.
'I know, I know, it's ok.' He said softly but quickly, attempting to sooth the clearly upset girl in front of him.
'Well it's not ok, you heard him and...' She trailed off, blinking rapidly for a second before taking a deep breath. 'Do you want some breakfast?' She asked in an oddly calm voice, looking up at him.
Schue smiled reassuringly, gesturing to the breakfast bar. 'Sure, I'll make us something, come and sit.' He replied, leading her towards the breakfast area.
He wanted to ask her about her father, he wanted to know if she was upset or afraid, or if her father actually meant what he said about the sting of his hand, but for now he watched as she sipped on a coffee, pulling a face at the strength of it before looking up at him.
She smiled; the mask was back in place. Schue sighed.
A few easy moments later breakfast had been made and the two sat in friendly silence.
'Are you happy to see your dad next month?' He asked straight, not wishing to bat around the subject, she was the minor, for him to care for her; he must know how she feels at all times.
She shrugged. 'No.' She replied stiffly.
He didn't need to ask why; he could see it in the way she squirmed unhappily in her seat.
'He's hit you before?' He stated, but disguised it with a question.
'Yes. But it's not some stupid child abuse thing Mr Schue, he's old school, proper old school. If I muck up, he'll punish me.' She said snappishly, but her face remained turned down.
Schue opened his mouth before shutting it again a moment later, not really sure how to go about asking his mouth full of questions. But Santana beat him to it, holding up her hand straight and looking coldly at him.
'You want to know, ask B Mr Schue, I'm not talking about it.' She said and left it at that.
Schue nodded. 'Fine, well speaking of erm...Brittany, why don't me you and her go to...breadsticks tonight?' He asked and was rewarded with an enthusiastic nod.
'Great well, I've got stuff to do today, but I'll collect you both from here around 5?' Again she nodded.
They said their goodbyes soon after, and the day, like the week, flew by quickly.
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'Right Britt-Britt he'll be here soon, you ready?' Santana asked, walking back into the room, adjusting her skirt, and looking expectedly over at Brittany. At least where she thought Brittany would be.
'Britt?' She asked, twirling on the spot and looking towards the living room. Brittany stood by the answering machine, with a pout firmly in place, looking like she might cry.
Santana's stomach dropped for her best friend.
'Hey Britt-Britt, come on.' She coaxed trying to sound cheerful. Brittany turned with big puppy eyes looking at San.
'You have a message San. It's your Dad isn't it?' She said and continued when Santana nodded. Brittany turned and pressed the play button.
Santana ran at her to get to the machine.
Brittany swung her much stronger arms out and grabbed Santana round the waist. Santana fought like a wild kitten against Brittany's arms.
'Get off me! Turn it off!' She screeched in her best offensive voice she could muster whilst tight arms squeezed her almost painfully around her middle.
'...you'll be sure to feel the sting of my hand baby girl.'
Brittany looked angrily at Santana. 'Oh, not again Santana, not again, you need to tell Mr Schue, he'll help you.' Brittany yelled shaking the smaller girl a little to get her attention.
'Shut your face Britt-Britt!' Santana spat, this time throwing her weight at the blonde, hoping to dislodge her hold.
It didn't work; it just caused both girls to tumble to the floor.
Brittany got the upper hand pretty quick, forcing the Latina to lie face down on the floor. She swiftly straddled the girl backwards, holding down her kicking legs.
'Get off me Brittany!' Santana huffed, struggling to lift her head of the ground.
'No. I will not until you agree to tell your new Dad the truth about your old dad.' Brittany said with the innocence of her somewhat dense mind.
'Mr Schue is not my new dad you idiot.' Santana spat without thinking beforehand.
The sharp stinging slap to her rear was a total surprise. She yelped. 'Brittany? Did you just hit me?' She asked, already feeling the onset of tears brimming behind her eyes.
Brittany brought her hand down again. 'Yes I did.' Brittany said, holding all her upset about her actions in as she spoke surely.
'Why?' Santana whimpered despite her wishes to sound strong.
'Why not? This is going to happen anyway when you're Dad get's home, unless perhaps you tell Mr Schue.' Brittany continued; bring her hand down for a third time. This time Santana cried out loud.
'Brittany, please stop.' She cried, struggling once more under Brittany.
'Will you talk to Mr Schue?' She asked, rubbing the smaller girls rear softly, trying to sooth her despite the situation they were in.
'Maybe, now get off me.' Santana remained stubborn, lip trembling, eyes deviant, and sure enough another slap came down upon her tender bottom.
'Brittany!' She mewled loudly, and suddenly Brittany's weight was lifted off her. She rolled over quickly to see what had happened.
Mr Schue had his arms under Brittany's arms; he just lifted her off Santana, breaking up the squabbling girls like one would two actual little girls. 'Mr Schue it's not what it looks like!' Brittany panicked.
'No more Brittany, I heard and saw the whole thing. You acted in Santana's best intentions, even if it was a tad unorthodox.' Schue comforted the tall blonde, before bending slightly to pull the tanned smaller girl up on to her feet.
'You ok?' He whispered under ear shot from Brittany, Santana nodded slightly, her hands rubbing her backside softly.
'Sorry I called you an idiot Britt-Britt. I deserved that for what I said.' Santana said aloud, coming to pull Brittany into a hug. She enjoyed the hug even more when Brittany helped rub the sting out of her bottom with her own soft hands.
Mr Schue simply rolled his eyes, not at all shocked by the proximity of the girl's closeness. They were almost one body anyway.
'Right then, are we going to Breadsticks still? You both made the effort dressing up, it'd be a shame to waste it.' He asked, smiling at his two charges.
'I still want to go.' Brittany replied like a young child.
'Coarse we're still going Britt-Britt.' Santana replied, bumping shoulder with Will and brushing a lock of Brittany's hair.
'Let's go then!' He clapped his hands together and led the two out towards his car. They drove happily in silence, listening to the radio until they finally pulled up in Breadsticks parking lot.
Climbing out the car, Santana linked her arm with Mr Schue's, smiling up at him. Brittany copied her best friend, taking his other arm. He smiled foolishly, leading the girls inside.
However, unbeknownst to all three of them, Sue Sylvester was across the lot, with her sister, out on a special night with her. She spotted them.
'What in the name of Madonna!' She gasped, looking at the three retreating figures. She had an evil glint in her eye as she finally looked back at Jeanie.
'What are you smiling at Sue?' Her sister asked with that adorable smile of hers.
'Nothing baby, nothing.' She answered, unbuckling her seatbelt for her sister and helping her out the car. Of course, by nothing, she meant anything but.
Chapter four coming soon...:) Hope you like so far.
Frailly x
Schue grabbed Santana around the waist and hiked her up over his shoulder, he dropped her on the sofa softly and mercilessly began to tickle her.