Brittany didn't know for how long she sat there in silence. But it didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered was Santana. And she was lying on the couch wrapped up in the blanket. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful, except when sometimes her head made a quick movement or her body shifted. Brittany just sat there watching her sleep. She let her mind wander. It was seriously the best decision she ever made to run after her. Something about Manuel and Isabella was different today. After the wedding – which was really beautiful by the way…at least the part she witnessed – they behaved differently. They gave her odd looks she couldn't quite understand, when they saw Santana and her dancing or speaking or laughing. But why? Santana was obviously not a real part of Manuel's family. From what Brittany could tell, Santana didn't speak one word to her father today. And after she fought with Maria and Manuel, she left. That was probably not a good sign and the reason Brittany never heard something about her. But why wouldn't she be a normal family member? Brittany wanted to know. She was going to ask her later, but she already had an assumption.

But what is she going to do now? Her feet slowly started to feel numb. She sat on the ground with her knees bent for what felt like an infinite amount of time, so she stretched out her legs under the table. When she fully stretched her knees, a horrible tingling feeling shot through her legs and she was afraid that they were going to drop off any second. She tried to knead it away but nothing worked. She pushed her body up by steadying herself on the couch table until she stood bent forward. If Santana opened her eyes now, she would be greeted with Brittany's ass right in front of her face. So Brittany kind of hoped that she wouldn't. Her legs still felt like jelly. She tried to take some steps away from the table till she reached the frame of the door that led to the hall. Brittany was sure she looked like a toddler who just started walking. She let out a sigh when she grabbed the frame. She held it tight because she was afraid that she would just fall backwards if she let it go now. The throbbing pain in her legs did not decrease when she heard a hoarse voice behind her.

"Are you leaving?" Santana asked in a low voice. Brittany turned around. Santana had her head turned in her direction and steadied herself with one hand.

"No…I…I was just about to… to…" she stuttered. She had no intention to leave and she couldn't come up with a believable excuse just now, so she had to tell her the truth. "Honestly?" Santana nodded with an adorable pout. "But don't laugh at me." Brittany stated, which brought a little smile to the brunette's face. She shook her head no. "Okay. So I was sitting there beside you…" She nearly added watching you sleep but she could stop herself before it was too late. "And my legs went numb so I tried to help myself by smacking them but it didn't work. So I stood up and tried to walk a little but now I can just stand here. Every time I move my foot it feels like someone shoots a bullet right through it." Santana's grin widened until she let out some contagious laugher which Brittany gladly joined in with after a moment.

Brittany watched Santana pushing aside her blanket and making her way towards her. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was disarranged just like they just had a pillow fight and her dress slightly rode up one of her legs. Santana quickly yanked it down when she caught Brittany leering. Brittany's cheeks turned red and she looked at the ground on which Santana stepped forward towards her. When Brittany's eyes noticed an outstretched hand in front of her, she wasted no time and grabbed it. Santana pulled slightly till Brittany was beside her and put her left arm around Brittany's waist to steady her.

"Okay. Easy…we don't have to rush," Santana said directly next to Brittany's ear. She shuddered at the almost-contact. Santana slowly lead her to the couch. Brittany tried not to whine because she didn't want to be considered a loser, but every single step still hurt pretty badly. After Santana pushed the blanket aside, Brittany sat down and started to make invisible circles in the air to make the distracting tingling go away. Santana sat down besides her. "You looked like a 14-month-old baby when you walked to the door." She laughed again. Brittany's heartbeat increased every time she heard the Latina laugh. Especially after what happened. It didn't even matter that she was laughing at her, as long as she kept going.

"That's not funny," Brittany told her with a pout and pushed her fist lightly against Santana's unclad shoulder. "It really hurts. I thought I would never feel my legs again."

"Oh come on. Don't be overdramatic," she giggled and pulled her right leg up to sit on it. She quickly grabbed the blanket and laid it down on both of their laps. Brittany smiled warmly. They just remained silent for a while till Brittany spoke up.

"Santana?" Brittany asked carefully when she faced the brunette. She had an inquiring expression on her face. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," she replied, but Brittany could sense the tension in her voice. Santana knew that she had to tell Brittany sooner or later that she was a lesbian and regardless what she is going to asked her now every answer involved her sexuality. So she mentally prepared herself for coming out to Brittany now.

"Okay. I really don't want you to feel offended by this, but I really want to know." Santana nodded and Brittany continued. "So…I was wondering why someone as beautiful as you could not be part of Manuel's family? I mean, you didn't even talk to your father once today and when you talked to your mother, you yelled at each other and you left. You really don't have to answer this, but why? Why are you not a part of their family?" Brittany stared at her curiously. Santana took a deep breath.

"They kicked me out in Senior year," she answered. Brittany nodded and when Santana didn't continue she just had to ask the question that was constantly in her head.

"Did they do it because you're gay?" Silence. There was no response from Santana. She knew that she was pretty obvious with her behavior, but to hear it out loud without telling it on her own made her kind of uncomfortable. But the way Brittany asked her in a totally non-accusing way, made Santana realizing that it wouldn't be too bad.

"Yes." She smiled. The huge rock that she constantly had on her shoulders since she met Brittany just disappeared. It felt like she could breathe again. "They kicked me out when I told them," she explained.

"I'm really sorry to hear that, Santana." Brittany searched for the brown eyes which were directed to the green blanket. "But you should know that I'm not going to like you less now, because I think you're a great person. I think it's disgusting to hate someone because of their sexuality or because they are different." Santana looked up into the blue eyes and smiled genuinely.

"Thanks, Britt. You have no idea how much this means to me." She let out a shaky breath that she didn't know she was holding. "It's such a relief to finally get this off of my chest."

"When did you know that you were different? Or who did you tell first?" Brittany really wanted to know that, but didn't realize she asked the questions out loud. "Oh God…I'm being so rude, sorry. You don't have to answer that."

Santana smiled. "It's no problem, Brittany. I can tell you if you want." She really wanted Brittany to be part of her life so she started telling her about Sugar:

Santana always knew that she was different than the other girls in high school. She never had the urge to meet a cute boy and get into a relationship. The first kiss she had was in 7th grade. A new boy in her class, who she met a few days before, just came up to her outside of school and quickly kissed her. Santana shoved him off of her, because she was so surprised by his action. And if she was being honest, she felt literally nothing. Back then she already know she found girls prettier. She joined the Cheerios in Freshmen year of high school. She felt kind of bad for checking the girls out a couple of times in the locker room. But besides spending time with some of her good friends like Sugar, she joined the Cheerios because she really liked to dance. She was popular, went to parties, but only made out with some boys a few times, even if she wished for other lips to kiss. She knew it was wrong to do that against your will, but she had to keep her reputation up.

When Coach Sylvester slowly became more like the devil in persona and couldn't talk without screaming and insulting everyone, she quit the Cheerios. The summer between Junior and Senior years, she slowly began to realize that it wasn't her picture of a perfect life, where she couldn't be herself. So one day, at the beginning of Senior year, she worked up her courage to tell Sugar.

"Sugar. Can you listen to me for a second?" Santana slowly became annoyed, because every single time she tried to tell her best friend what was on her mind, Sugar found new topic to talk about. Santana started to pace around the room before dropping on her bed. "Sugar, it's important," Santana nearly begged her to listen.

"San, why don't you just tell me?" Sugar turned around in Santana's chair, smiling at her. Santana sat on her bed with her head down not really sure what to say or even if it was the right choice to tell her. Sugar sensed her best friend's change of mood and walked over to take a seat beside her.

"It's not that easy," she mumbled and looked at her hands in her lap.

"What is it, San? Did something happen?" Sugar knew that something was going on, but couldn't quite figure it out. "You can tell me."

"I know that," she responded. "I'm just scared how you will react. I…I don't know where to start…"

"San, just tell me. I'm not going to judge you." Santana looked up and saw a glimpse of hope in her best friend's eyes.

"Okay," she began. Sugar was now fully aware of how important this was to Santana. Sugar could sometimes get ahead of herself when she was speaking, but if she was needed, she was there for her. "So I have these feelings…I don't know how to explain them… I think I always kind of knew. I never really felt something when I was with boys. I just didn't get those feelings you're supposed to get when kissing them. But I feel them when I'm with girls. I've never really tried, but I feel it in my heart…" She had to tell those words she was always so afraid of out loud to realize that these feelings are real. She took a deep breath. "I'm gay."

She felt Sugar's eyes on her and saw a thinking expression on her face. The longer Sugar stared at her, the more nervous Santana got. She felt regret for telling her and wanted to run away, but she had to know what Sugar had to say to her confession. "Please say something. Please. I don't want to lose you. You're my best friend." Santana pleaded with tears forming in her eyes.

Sugar's lips formed into a smirk. "So you think I'm hot, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Santana.

Santana coughed. She had never expected that kind of question, nor did she prepare an answer for that. "Um…NO…of course not," she quickly blurted out, which caused Sugar's smile to fall. Fuck. She didn't want to make her sad. "No, I mean… Sure you're hot. But I…I don't see you in that way…" she tried to explain what she meant, but failed. "So you're okay with it?" Santana asked with questioning eyes.

"Sure." She just answered with a shrug. That was all. That was the answer to the question she had been so afraid to ask.

"Seriously?" Brittany asked surprised. "She just said sure and went back to the computer…That was her reaction?" She giggled and Santana nodded, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah. That was all. We just went back to our normal selves after that. Sugar was crazy. I mean, she has Asperger's and pretty much told everyone what she hated about them. I liked that about her. In the end she was a great friend. After my coming out to her, I knew I wasn't ready to come out to my parents yet. I kind of guessed what their reaction would be. I was even too afraid to tell them in person." She shook her head a bit and went on after seeing Brittany knitting her eyebrows together. "I wrote them a letter. I avoided telling them, so I wrote a letter one day, laid it on the kitchen table and left for school."

"When did you give it to them?" Brittany asked.

"Umm… in the middle of Senior year."

"What did you tell them?" Brittany didn't know if she just overstepped a boundary. They only met a few days ago and saw each other two times after all, so she didn't know if it was appropriate.

"Actually…" Santana looked across the room. "I still have it somewhere…do you want to read it?"

"Really? You would want me to?" Santana nodded and stood up. The blanket nearly fell on the floor so both of them grabbed it at the same time. They smiled and Santana made her way into the bedroom. On the way she yanked down her dress once again. Oh my God, Brittany thought to herself when she watched Santana walking away. She is going to be the death of me.

After a couple of moments in silence, she grabbed the empty cup of the little table besides the couch and made her way to the sink and started washing it. Why not make myself useful in the meantime, she thought. She dried it and put it back in the cabinet. When she turned around she saw Santana standing in the door frame watching her. She changed her dress with a white top and black sweatpants. Her hair was tucked up in a loose bun. She looked lovely. But Brittany totally caught her staring which made her blush a little.

"You don't have to do that, Brittany." She walked over to her and took the dish cloth out of Brittany's hands and threw it in the corner of the counter. "You're my guest."

"Oh it's no big deal…really." Brittany shrugged it off. "And actually…you didn't invite me here; I totally grabbed your keys from your purse and forced my way in here, so technically I'm a burglar." Santana laughed out loud. She grabbed Brittany's hand and led her back to the living room.

"If you're a burglar, you wouldn't have taken care of me," Santana replied softly and so full of meaning when she stopped and looked her in the eyes.

"Okay. Then I'm just a friendly one with a heart. Who wouldn't want to help a pretty woman when she needs help?" she said with a wink and took a seat on the couch next to Santana.

*B*S*

"Do you want me to read it out loud…or?" Brittany asked with Santana's letter in her hand. She wasn't entirely sure if she should just read it on her own or so that Santana could listen. She had a rough night and she didn't know how Santana would respond to her own words. Maybe it will tear open some long-forgotten wounds. Brittany didn't want that. But when Santana slowly nodded, she was relieved, but nervous at the same time. She wanted to do this piece of Santana's mind justice and was afraid that she would not. "Or maybe you could read it…it's yours after all and I feel bad reading your personal thoughts out loud…" Santana hesitated. She seemed deep in thought and internally struggling. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Brittany immediately regretted her question and felt like she reached a limit… maybe Santana would be angry for suggesting…

"Okay…" came a little voice from beside Brittany. It felt like a rock fell from her heart. At least she wasn't angry with her. She handed her the envelope slowly with an encouraging smile. Santana took it and opened it carefully. She let out a breathy laugh. "Wow, I haven't read it in forever…. It's strange…" Santana unfolded it. It seemed like there was more than one page. At least two, if not more. "But can I ask you a question first?" Santana asked. Brittany quickly responded with nodding a few times. "Okay…I was wondering if you had to go through this too…? I…I mean, did you also have a problem about coming out?"

"Not really. My parents kind of guessed it when I was in kindergarten…" She chuckled. "I mean I have only dated guys and I'm attracted to them. But I also like girls… so I…I really hate labeling myself. I just take it as it comes. I don't really have any preferences…But I have never been in a real relationship with a girl…" she stated nervously. But Santana just smiled one of her huge smiles, where you could see her cute dimples. She warmed up noticeable. "Why are you smiling like that?" Brittany asked curiously.

"Oh it's nothing…really," she replied bashfully and shrugged it off. In her head, she sighed, relieved, because she wasn't entirely sure if Brittany liked girls too. But apparently she did and that made her really happy. A silence came upon them and the only sound you could hear was the paper rustling in Santana's hands. She seemed antsy. "Okay…Ready?" She asked for no particular reason. Probably to mentally prepare herself.

"Ready when you are…" Brittany answered. Santana took an audible deep breath and began:

Mom. Dad.

I wrote you this letter to tell you something. I am afraid to tell you in person and that makes me really angry, but I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to be here when you opened this. I'm scared of how you will react. I know that our family is built on strong beliefs that tell us what is right and wrong. But I'm going to tell you something that will destroy your values.

I sat in my room yesterday. I thought to myself that this is not the life I want to live. What I lived was a lie, and even if I know that I will probably be confronted with disgust or hate, I will not change my mind. I kind of always knew that I was different. Since high school I tried to push this feeling away and keep it locked inside, but I'm not going to do it anymore. I know that this is who I am. And if I tell you now, I don't want you to throw this paper away. Please. I beg you to hear me out. I know that you will be shocked, but please only stop when you read all of it.

I'm gay. I like girls. And nobody can tell me otherwise. No one can tell me whom to love. And no one can tell me how to live my life. You are probably sitting there being shocked right now, because I was once your little girl and now my life is a sin. I know that you think that and I can understand that. You don't know any better. But I beg you to love me nonetheless. I need you to be there for me, to help me and to support me. You will not understand why I choose this life style, but the point is that I didn't choose this. I was born this way.

I really hope that you are still reading this and that you hear me out. First I tried to feel something when I was with boys. I really tried and I wanted to be straight, but I'm not. I felt nothing. You have to believe me that I really tried. I really tried and thought about this a lot. And this summer I finally realized that this not the right way to live. I told Sugar a few months ago, and she was okay with it. She still likes me and is still my best friend. I hope that you could be like her, too. That you could at least try to understand.

I know that this is not the way you wanted me to grow up and I understand that. But I'm your daughter and I will always love you no matter what. I can't change the way I feel. I want to live like that and I hope that you will still support me nonetheless. Yesterday I sat in my room and I knew that I had to tell you. You're my parents and you deserve to know the truth.

Love,

Santana

Santana didn't realize that tears were falling slowly down her cheeks. When she focused on Brittany, her vision became blurry, but she could see the smile on her face and the little sob that shook through her body. Why was she crying? Santana didn't want to be the one that made her cry, so she scooted closer till she could pull her down into her lap. She ran her hands through her soft, blonde hair when more sobs erupted Brittany's fragile body.

Fuck, Brittany thought to herself. She wasn't the one who should cry here, but lying in Santana's lap with slender fingers combing through her hair, she kind of had no choice anymore. "San?" she asked with wavering voice.

"Yes?" Santana's voice sounded hoarse. Brittany lifted her body up and immediately missed Santana's warmth. She looked her in the eyes. "That…" Her voice broke. "That was just so..." New tears started to form in her eyes. "I…I seriously had no idea that your parents are like that." Santana wiped Brittany's new tears away and slung her arms around her.

"But they are. They are exactly like that. And they reacted even worse than I expected," she said with her head on Brittany's shoulder, when everything came down on her. She had to suppress a sob, but even without the sob, tears rolled down her cheeks. "They told me all of these nasty things and just kicked me out. Just like that… they acted as if they never had a daughter." She hugged Brittany tighter than before and both of their bodies felt each sob that shook through their bodies…as if they were one. "Just like that…" Santana whispered.

A/N: Mhh… so what do you think will happen next? ;)

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