This story takes place in the My Wife and Kids verse. (Story by TALKS.) If you haven't read her stories, you won't understand. Since they are deleted, they can only be accessed by download. Tumblr account brittanafanfichelp has all TALKS stories in a drive that you can download if you want.
I've had this storyline stuck in my head for years and the only way I can ever get stories out of my head is to write them. I wanted to explore a few different storylines that lead into one another. It's something that is dealt with a smidge in MWAK but it doesn't go far. I want to take it far lol. I just think it's an important story to tell.
CONTENT WARNING: Eating disorder and sexual assault. Please take care when reading.
Word of warning, this is very Mackenzie centric. It's very mushy. It gets very dark. It's not so much about Brittany and Santana as a couple as it is about family dynamics and generational trauma.
I've tried to write the beginning of this story numerous times but I'm someone who just likes to dive right in.
For context, this picks up two years after MWAK when Santana, Brittany, and Mackenzie move to NY. Mackenzie, about to start senior year in high school, attends a performing arts school. Santana is retired and Brittany just runs her studios in New York and LA. Ashton is married and has a son. He's a doctor and resides in Colorado. Noah and his family reside in LA. Carter attends UCLA and occasionally comes home for the weekend.
They say opposites attract. They say that there's a yin and a yang and they often marry each other. It's true. Santana was fire and Brittany was butterflies.
Brittany reacted with logic. She thought carefully about her words and how they would affect other people. You could tell her the worst thing you've ever done and there would be no judgement or hostility. Instead, she'd help you find a solution. Brittany's logic was cry first, then talk. She understood that sometimes people need time to process a situation or their feelings before talking about it. She was incredibly patient and allowed people to come to her without prying. She wasn't perfect. Brittany tended to bottle up her feelings and then explode when something miniscule occurred. She would often put other people's feelings before her own in order to deescalate a situation. Brittany took care of everyone but struggled to allow people to take care of her. It was something that she's been working through.
Santana on the other hand was fueled by emotion. She needed all the information immediately to keep her anxious nature at bay. She was impulsive, sometimes selfish, and would cut you with her words. Deep down, she was soft and caring and only reacted in a harsh way because she cared. It may take Santana a little bit to calm down for her to think rationally but she almost always came around. When she did, she was quick with a hug. She was the mom you go to for a cuddle or a rant session. She struggled with PTSD and an anxiety disorder which often time dictated her thinking. While she's open about it, it's something that she'll most likely struggle with for the rest of her life.
The dichotomy between the two could be lethal or sometimes, it strangely added balance mostly when it came to their kids. For example, if one of their kids murdered someone, Brittany would hire the best attorney she could find, and Santana would bring the shovel.
August
Friday night 10pm:
While Brittany was in LA for work, Santana was in their bed, about to drift off to sleep when she heard something outside. She furrowed her brows and tried to listen. Her heart started racing when she heard yelling and got up quickly to look out her window to see what was going on. Since they lived in New York now, it was only Santana, Brittany, and Mackenzie who lived in their brownstone. Occasionally, Carter would come home for the weekend, but he was studying for midterms.
"What the fuck?" Santana groaned.
It was dark outside, but the driveway lights lit up just enough to see Mackenzie and her boyfriend, Holden, arguing in the driveway. She rolled her eyes since it was late, and Mackenzie wasn't supposed to have anyone over at this time. Santana cracked her window so she could hear and put on some clothes so she could go out there to tell Holden to go home and Mackenzie to go to bed.
"I fucking love you, Holden, that's why!" Mackenzie screamed. "Now all of a sudden you changed your mind about loving me back? I don't believe you!"
"I don't fucking love you, Mackenzie!" Holden screamed back.
"Well then, I guess this is it, huh?"
"Yup." Holden said as he held up his hands and got in his car.
Santana watched as Mackenzie deflated and started shaking. Santana fled from the window and sprinted down the stairs out the front door. She could hear Mackenzie sobs and her heart broke.
"Mack." Santana whispered so she wouldn't startle her daughter. Mackenzie didn't move, she just stood there, heartbroken. Santana kissed the back of her head and hugged her from behind causing Mackenzie to flinch a little. "It's just me, Mack." Mackenzie placed her hand on Santana's as she sobbed harder. After a few seconds, she moved to the side of Mackenzie, moving one hand to her waist, and using her other hand to hold Mackenzie's. Mackenzie muttered something but it was incoherent. Mackenzie folded herself into Santana, tears streaming down Santana's neck. "Come on, let's go inside. I got you." She whispered as she walked Mackenzie inside.
Santana took Mackenzie to their bedroom and sat her on the bed. She knelt down and took off Mackenzie's shoes before going to her closet and grabbing Mackenzie a shirt and shorts that were Brittany's since Mackenzie was wearing jeans and a blouse that weren't comfortable to sleep in.
"Here, babe. Let's get you more comfortable." She said before helping Mackenzie out of her clothes since Mackenzie was in sort of a catatonic state. Tears rolled down Mackenzie's cheeks as Santana took off Mackenzie's shirt and put a new one on her. "There you go." Santana whispered, kissing the top of her head. "Now, can you help me get these off?" she whispered, nudging Mackenzie's jeans. Mackenzie nodded slightly as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, Santana helping her out of them once they were at her ankles. She slipped the shorts through her legs and pulled them up as far as she could. Mackenzie pulled them up the rest of the way.
Santana ran to her bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water. Mackenzie had mascara running down her face and Santana didn't want it to get in her eyes. She ran the washcloth over Mackenzie's eyes gently, trying to wash off as much as the mascara as she could. She cleaned off Mackenzie's cheeks which were quickly replaced with fresh tears. Her heart ached at how much Mackenzie was crying and at the fact that there was nothing she could do to take the pain away. The only thing she knew to do was to hold her. That's usually all Mackenzie wanted when she cried; she just wanted her mom to hold her.
Once Santana threw the washcloth in the hamper, she climbed into bed and patted the space in front of her. "Come here, baby."
Mackenzie turned to look at Santana whose hand was reaching out to her. She mustered enough strength to scoot herself over to her Santana who pulled her to lay on her chest. Mackenzie broke down, loudly sobbing into her mother's chest as Santana cooed and hummed to try and calm her. After a few minutes of sobbing, the comfort of Santana's touch and the smell of Brittany's clothes seemed to calm her.
"He doesn't love me, anymore." Mackenzie whispered out after a few moments of silence.
"I know, baby." Santana cooed, kissing Mackenzie on the forehead.
"You heard?" Mackenzie asked, pulling back a little to look up at her mother.
"Just that part."
"I'm sorry."
"You don't need to be sorry." Santana shook her head as she cupped her cheek. "Get some rest, sweetheart."
Santana woke up to the feeling of the bed dip. She opened her eyes and was met with kind blue orbs staring back at her. Brittany texted Santana when she landed a little over an hour ago, and Santana texted her back what was happening. Brittany leaned over and pressed her lips to her wife's.
"What time is it?" Santana whispered.
"5:04 am." Brittany whispered, not wanting to wake up Mackenzie, who was latched onto Santana.
"I have to get up for work."
Santana untangled herself from Mackenzie, her heart aching at the thought of leaving her. She walked to the bathroom with Brittany right behind and shut the door behind them so she could talk to her wife without waking the smaller blonde.
Santana hugged Brittany tightly. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too." Brittany smiled, breaking the hug, and kissing her wife. "You look exhausted. Do you sleep at all?"
"On and off. Mack woke up crying a few times." Santana said, rubbing her eyes. "I have a really short day. We're just filming one scene, so I won't be long."
"Are you okay, baby?" Brittany asked cupping Santana's cheek.
"I'm better now that you're home. I just… I didn't want to leave her alone." Santana said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Brittany hugged her tightly, rubbing her back. "It was bad, huh?"
"I've never seen her like that, Brit." Santana said before she pulled away. "I've seen Mackenzie cry thousands of times but this… this was different."
Brittany gulped, her heart breaking for Mackenzie. "Well, I'm here now so you go to work, and I'll take care of Mack."
Santana nodded before kissing Brittany. "She'll be happy to see you. I love you, baby."
"I love you, too."
At the age of 17, Mackenzie can instantly tell the difference between Brittany and Santana when one of them is cuddled close to her. She smiled softly, knowing that Brittany's arms were around her.
"Momma…" She rasped out, gripping Brittany tighter.
"Hey, Mack Attack." Brittany whispered before kissing her daughter on the forehead.
Mackenzie, feeling her mother's touch, began to cry softly at the notion. Brittany pulled her closer and repeatedly kissed the top of her head allowing her daughter to cry against her. After a few minutes, Mackenzie calmed down a little.
"Are you okay, baby?" Brittany asked as she wiped her tears away.
"Yes and no." Mackenzie shrugged. "Sorry. I didn't realize how much I needed to see you until now."
"Awww, Momma's here now love. I'm not going anywhere." Brittany whispered as she nuzzled her head on top of Mackenzie's. "You get me all day."
"I missed you, Momma."
Brittany smiled softly at the little blonde, brushing the hair out of her face. "I missed you, kiddo. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
"I, um…. well…" Mackenzie chewed on her lip for a second before sitting up. Brittany matched Mackenzie's actions knowing her daughter was about to tell her something that was hard for her.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" Brittany said grabbing her daughter's hand.
Mackenzie took a deep breath and looked at Brittany. "Momma, um, Holden and I had sex." She stated as she grimaced not fully knowing how Brittany was going to react. "It just happened two nights ago. I know I promised to talk to you about it before but it just kind of happened. I was in love with him, and it just happened. And we were, you know, safe. I'm sorry. I hope you're not upset with me-" Mackenzie rambled out nervously before Brittany cut her off.
"Relax." Brittany soothed. "I'm not upset with you, baby. I was your age once; I know how these things happen."
"Anyways, he's been weird ever since and I asked him to come over last night just to talk and he broke up with me." Mackenzie said through fresh tears.
Brittany pulled her daughter into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Mack." She whispered as Mackenzie cried harder. "You followed your heart and that's all that matters. Don't let this define you."
"I just don't understand." Mackenzie said pulling away.
"Sex complicates things…. Especially when you're young." Brittany said as she ran her fingers through Mackenzie hair. "When your mom and I first started sleeping together, she wouldn't tell anyone. It made me feel ashamed about it, but your mom was struggling with herself. People do strange things when they're hurting or scared."
"I just feel really stupid."
"You're not stupid. You're just in love." Brittany smiled softly wiping a tear that fell from the little blonde's eyes. "Have you told your mom this?"
Mackenzie shook her head. "No. Not yet. I want to. I just…"
Brittany nodded assuringly. "When you're ready, baby."
"I don't want her to hate me."
"She's not going to hate you, sweetheart." Brittany laid down and opened her arms for her daughter to snuggle into. "I know she can be dramatic, but she loves you and I can help you navigate her if you need me to."
"Thanks, momma."
"Always." Brittany replied pulling Mackenzie closer to her.
Santana and Brittany were sitting on the floor of their bedroom in the separate living room area. Mackenzie was fast asleep in their bed.
"Has she eaten anything?"
"No. I tried to get her to eat earlier but she wouldn't, so I've just been giving her fluids and hoping that it'll help her appetite."
"Did she tell you what happened?"
"Yes, and before you ask, no I won't tell you. She wants to tell you herself."
"Fine." Santana rolled her eyes. "Maybe I'll just wake her up and bring her a plate."
"No, San, don't." Brittany said quickly grabbing Santana's arm.
"She's gotta eat, Brit."
"And she will. Mackenzie is like a little kitten right now. You pounce too soon, and she'll run away and hide."
"Okay, okay. You're right." Santana said holding her hands up in surrender. "How was your trip?"
"It was good. I got to see Carter. I swear he's grown like ten feet since I last saw him." Brittany beamed. "He sends his love."
Santana laughed. "Such a momma's boy."
Brittany shrugged playfully. "I missed you tons." Brittany groaned before kissing Santana who blushed. "And now I have to go to Atlanta on Friday because they're having issues with lighting. It's a whole mess."
"I have to spend the weekend without you?" Santana pouted.
"Just Friday and part of Saturday. I'm not staying long because I just want to be home with you and Mack."
"Good because I have plans with you every night this week." Santana smirked.
Brittany raised her eyebrows before moving closer to Santana. "Does it involve me naked on top of you?" She whispered, her lips inches from her wife's.
"Uh huh." Santana nodded before she closed the gap between them, kissing Brittany deeply as she ran her fingers through her hair. Santana leaned back and picked up the carton of kung pao chicken, taking a bite. "I'm gonna make another food baby tonight."
Brittany laughed. "Larry."
Mackenzie crept into the room sleepily. "Hi, baby." Santana said, frowning at how sad her daughter looked.
"What are you guys laughing about?" Mackenzie asked as she sat on the floor next to Brittany, laying her head on her shoulder.
Brittany laughed before kissing Mackenzie's forehead. "Your mom is making a food baby."
Santana shrugged, taking another bite of her food. "His name is Larry."
Mackenzie chuckled softly. "That's funny, mommy." She reached over and grabbed Brittany's chopsticks out of her head, taking a bite.
Santana stared at her daughter, watching her eat knowing that Mackenzie, like other people, didn't want to eat when she was upset. Her eating now meant that Mackenzie was starting to feel a little better. Brittany winked at Santana knowing that Mackenzie would eventually eat something. Santana relaxed as Brittany nudged her carton of food into Mackenzie's hands.
After eating a few bites, Mackenzie handed the carton back to Brittany and laid her head back on her shoulder. Brittany wrapped her arms around the smaller blonde and cuddled her close.
"I'm sorry you're so sad, Mack." Santana frowned as she rubbed her daughter's leg. "Whatever you need, we're here, okay?"
"I just need you." Mackenzie whispered as a tear rolled out of her eye. "Thanks for taking care of me last night, mommy." Mackenzie said as she sat up, locking eyes with Santana who's eyes were full of care and love.
"I will always be here for you, Mack." Santana said, squeezing Mackenzie's leg.
"Mommy…" Mackenzie said before locking eyes with Brittany who winked at her.
"I'm gonna go get some water." Brittany said as she stood up, giving them a moment to talk.
Santana scooted closer to Mackenzie who had her knees pulled up into her chest. Santana brushed the hair out of Mackenzie's face before rubbing her back. "What is it, Mack?"
"If I tell you something, do you promise not to get mad?" Mackenzie asked as she moved her legs to sit Indian style.
"Of course, babe. I promise." Santana said, trying to keep her voice even. Mackenzie gulped harshly, taking a deep breath but struggling to speak. "Mack, baby, you can tell me." Santana cooed as she moved so she was mirroring Mackenzie, grabbing her hands.
"I slept with Holden two days ago." Mackenzie whispered, avoiding eye contact with Santana at first, scared of Santana's reaction.
"Okay." Santana nodded, surprising Mackenzie who immediately made eye contact with her. "So, what happened last night?" Santana asked as she used the pad of her thumb to wipe away a stray tear from Mackenzie's face.
"He broke up with me. He got mean all of sudden."
"What the fuck?" Santana scoffed. "Little weasel."
"I'm sorry. Are you angry at me?" Mackenzie asked in the smallest voice ever.
Santana softened, kissing Mackenzie on the forehead. "No, baby. It's like I've been telling you for years, I know these things happen." Santana assured her. "I'm glad you told me." Mackenzie wiped her eyes, trying to stop crying but couldn't. "Aww, baby. What is it?"
"I just feel like I did something wrong." Mackenzie cried.
"Mack, no. Come here." Santana cooed, pulling Mackenzie in her lap. Mackenzie wrapped her legs around her mother's waist allowing Santana to hug her. "If he thinks that it's okay to have sex with you and then break up with you, then he's an asshole." Santana assured her, rubbing her back as Mackenzie cried into her hair. "You did nothing wrong, baby."
"I thought you lost your virginity to Puckerman." Mercedes frowned.
"Nope. Brittany Susan Pierce." Santana smirked as she took a sip of her champagne.
"Well, damn. So, after everything we're married to the same people we lost our virginities to?" Quinn laughed.
"I guess so."
"We didn't do so bad as parents. I mean, god, I had a whole ass baby by the time I was seventeen." Quinn laughed.
"This is true." Mercedes teased. "I'm surprised Mackenzie isn't buried in the yard somewhere."
"Oh fuck off, Cedes." Santana snarked. "Besides I was doing way worse things when I was her age."
"Hey!" Brittany exclaimed before laughing.
"Not you, baby. You were the best thing I was doing."
"Ew, gross." Quinn gagged.
"Whatever, you did me too." Santana smirked.
"Can we not?" Brittany snapped.
"Oooh, someone's getting jealousssssss." Mercedes laughed.
"Don't make me push you in the pool." Brittany jumped up playfully as she grabbed Mercedes' arm.
"You're coming with me!" Mercedes yelled as her and Brittany playfully wrestled each other.
"Will you two stop it?" Quinn said rolling her eyes.
Mercedes and Brittany both looked at Quinn, grabbing her arms.
"Don't you dare!" Quinn threatened before Brittany, Mercedes, and Quinn flew into the pool, Santana cackling at the threesome.
Mackenzie walked outside wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts. She smiled softly at the three women wrestling in the pool before walking over to Santana and sitting on her lap.
"Hi baby." Santana smiled wrapping her arms around Mackenzie who sighed. "You okay?" Santana whispered, resting her chin on Mackenzie's shoulder.
Mackenzie shook her head. "Not really."
"Any I can do?"
"I'm going to bed soon. I just wanted to sit with you for a little while." Santana kissed Mackenzie on the cheek before hugging her tighter and rocking her slightly from side to side. "Can we have a pool day tomorrow? Just me and you? And Momma if she's home." Mackenzie asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Of course, we can. I need to get my tan on." Santana joked making Mackenzie laugh.
"There's my girls." Brittany smiled as she walked over to them while wrapping her towel around herself.
"Hi, Momma."
"Hi, baby." Brittany said kissing the top of Mackenzie's head and sitting down in the chair next to Santana.
"We're having a pool day tomorrow if you're interested."
"Ooh la la." Brittany said, shimmying her shoulders. "I have some work to do in the morning but afterwards, I'm all yours."
Mackenzie and Santana were hanging out by the pool. It was super sunny outside and the temperature was really hot. It was the perfect pool day. Santana sprayed tanning oil on herself as Mackenzie reapplied sunscreen.
They didn't talk that much. Mackenzie was just enjoying Santana's company. She didn't often tell Santana, but her mom was the most comforting person in the world next to Brittany. She felt safe when they were around. Whenever she was sad or scared, the presence of her moms seemed to ease that. Of course, Mackenzie just assumed that's how it was for all kids and their parents but as she got older, she felt like maybe she should need her moms less than she does. Her moms didn't seem to mind so she didn't worry about it as much.
"What are you thinking about?" Santana asked, turning to her to face Mackenzie.
Mackenzie, who was lying next to Santana in her own lounge chair, looked over at her mother and sighed. "Everything and nothing at the same time."
"Yeah…" Santana breathed out not knowing how to respond but wanting Mackenzie to know she was listening. Santana straightened her head back when she felt Mackenzie reach for her hand. She quickly intertwined their fingers, giving her hand a squeeze. "I know it hurts right now but it won't be forever. I promise."
Mackenzie's phone buzzed. She picked it up to read it before setting her phone down, not letting go of Santana's hand.
"Mommy, can I spend the night at Parker's house tonight? Her, Holly, and Jayden are going to be there tonight. We're just gonna watch movies and have some girl talk."
"Of course, you can." Santana nodded. "That's probably the best thing you can do right now. Go, hang out with your friends."
"You know you're my favorite mom, right?"
"Excuse me?" A voice called out as the back door opened suddenly revealing Brittany who smiled at her wife and daughter.
"Momma!" Mackenzie smiled.
"I hope you saved some pool time for me." Brittany winked as she walked over to Santana and kissed her.
"Hi, baby, you're home early." Santana smiled.
"Well, I didn't want to miss hanging out with my two favorite girls." Brittany said as she laid down next to Mackenzie who melted in her embrace. Brittany kissed all over Mackenzie's face causing the smaller blonde to laugh.
"You know you're my favorite mom, right?" Mackenzie giggled.
"I'm sure you say that to all of your moms." Brittany winked.
Parker's House
"Okay, so I know I said we're just gonna stay here and dish all night but me and Holly got invited to a college party tonight so we're all going." Parker beamed.
Mackenzie knew that if her moms found out about this party, she'd be in some deep shit but at this point, what could it hurt? She was tired of hurting and honestly, she could use a night out so she agreed.
The girls pulled up to the frat house and parked on the street. The house was crowded with college guys and girls alike. A tall dark-haired guy named Isaac recognized Parker and told the door man to let them in.
"Alright ladies, in order to enter, you all first have to do a shot." Isaac slurred as he handed all the girls a shot.
Mackenzie reluctantly took hers, gagging as it went down. They were then let into the house which was crowded with drunken people dancing and stumbling. There were people doing blow in the corner, in another corner people were half naked and making out. It was like a whole other world that Mackenzie had seen on television but had never experienced firsthand before.
Isaac introduced his friends to the girls. Matt was just your average jock. He was blonde-haired and blue eyed and ripped. Gill was tall, dark skinned with a nice smile and an athletic build. Jeremy was just like Matt but with dark hair and dark eyes. Parker fawned over Matt and went off with him to get a drink with him. Holly followed, hoping he had a hot friend. Jayden tried to flirt with Gill who seemed a little put off since they were all underage.
"So, what's your name again?" Jeremy asked.
"Mackenzie."
"You look so familiar." He said furrowing his brows.
"Well, she should. Her moms are Brittany and Santana Lopez-Pierce." Jayden interjected.
"No, shit. You look just like Brittany. Damn!" He beamed. "Well, we need to get you a drink. Aye, yo! Santana and Brittany Lopez-Pierce's daughter is in the house!" He yelled causing everyone to cheer and Mackenzie to blush.
Mackenzie followed him to the kitchen where the keg was. He accepted the drink he poured her but only pretended to drink it since she didn't like the taste of beer. At this point, she was happy to have someone just to hang out with, so she didn't feel like a total loser. She felt protected by Jeremy. Throughout the night several dudes tried to hit on her, but Jeremy shooed them away. Even though Jeremy was clearly drunk, she enjoyed his company and at one point, he even got her to participate in a dance off which she clearly won. Afterwards, the two danced to a slow song, Jeremy drunkenly swaying but was a gentleman about it. They were enjoying the moment when some fool came in and stumbled right into Mackenzie, spilling his drink all over her.
"You dumb ass!" Jeremy yelled as he helped Mackenzie up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Mackenzie said as she tried to wipe the beer off her shirt.
"Shit. Come on, let's go upstairs so you can get cleaned up."
Jeremy grabbed Mackenzie's hand and led her upstairs to a master bedroom. He wet a washcloth for her and handed it to her before she tried to wipe away the gross smelling beer.
"Thanks." She said, smiling at him. "Why are you so nice to me?" She asked.
Jeremy shrugged. "You're cool. Plus you're not one of those girls who comes in and is all over me."
Mackenzie smiled as she rang out the bottom of her top.
"Go sit down, I'll try to find a shirt for you." He said, pointing to the bed.
Mackenzie sat on the bed and waited for Jeremy to come back. He smiled as he held up a shirt and turned around as Mackenzie changed into it.
"So, are you going to be a dancer like your mom?" He asked, still turned around.
"You can turn around." She said quietly. Jeremy turned around and sat on the bed next to her. "I'd like to be but, no one is better than my mom."
"True." He teased. "Just kidding. You're pretty amazing."
"Thanks." Mackenzie whispered as she leaned in. Jeremy leaned in hesitantly but closed the gap between them.
After a few minutes, the two were making out. Jeremy leaned Mackenzie back on the bed and hovered over her, kissing her fiercely. As it got more heated, Mackenzie started to feel more uncomfortable.
"Jeremy." She whispered but he kissed her neck. "Wait." She said, trying to get him to stop.
"Just relax." He said as he moved his hands to her jeans and unbuttoned them.
"NO! STOP!" Mackenzie yelled but he didn't stop and since he was heavier than her, she couldn't move him off of her. She panicked for a second before swiftly kneeing him in the balls.
He screamed out in pain before lying in a fetal position. Mackenzie jumped up, buttoned her pants, and ran out of the room. She didn't even realize she was crying until now.
The house was so crowded that she felt like she was suffocating and she just needed to get out of there before Jeremy found her. She tried to locate her friends but the house was so loud and chaotic that it seemed impossible.
"Mackenzie?" Jayden asked, grabbing her arm. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"I need to go." Mackenzie said as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I'll drive you." Jayden said before looking at the red solo cup in her hands.
"You're drunk." Mackenzie said shaking her head. "I'll be fine."
Mackenzie ran out of the house and down the street. She knew that if she called her moms, she'd be in deep trouble and she didn't want to have to tell them what just happened. Especially Santana who would most definitely have a panic attack and spiral downwards. She didn't want to be the cause of that. Mackenzie opened her phone and typed in the GPS to her house. It was a forty-five minute walk home. It wasn't entirely safe but she didn't want to call an uber either because the thought of getting in the car with a stranger was even more terrifying.
Halfway through the walk home, Mackenzie zoned out, replaying the events of the night over and over again in her head. Was this how her mom felt? The shame took over and the more she thought about it, the more ashamed she was. What was she thinking going to a college party? Did she lead Jeremy on? That didn't matter. No meant no. But knowing that no means no and feeling the shame of it all were two different things.
When she got to her house, it was dark. She used her phone to disarm the alarm so her moms wouldn't wake up since it was now four in the morning. As quietly as she could, she went upstairs to her room and showered since she smelt like a brewery. She laid in bed afterwards and tried to sleep but she couldn't. She hadn't eaten since yesterday and she was starving. Maybe food would make her sleep. She didn't want to eat but her stomach ached.
She quietly went down the kitchen and opened the fridge. Santana always had a feist of leftovers in the fridge. Mackenzie started with chicken enchiladas and then with vegetable alfredo. She was so engrossed in eating that she didn't even hear Santana come into the kitchen.
"Mack?" Santana asked causing Mackenzie to jump and yell. "Sorry." Santana cooed, using her arms to steady her daughter. "What are you doing home?"
"Oh, I, uh, left early." She stammered out. Santana raised her eyebrow, not buying Mackenzie's story. "Parker got invited to a college party and I didn't want to go and get in trouble so I had her drop me off." She rushed out.
"Mack, are you okay?" Santana asked, looking deeply into Mackenzie's eyes.
"I'm fine. Just hungry." Mackenzie lied.
"Okay, well let me know if there's something specific you want. I have to go to work but I can make you whatever you want for dinner."
"Okay."
"Bye, baby." Santana said kissing her on the cheek.
As soon as she heard Santana leave, she quickly cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door of her bathroom, knelt in front of the toilet and vomited.
Finally, she felt relief.
A/N Thoughts? Like I said, it gets really dark and mushy. I feel like they sound a little OOC right now but I haven't gotten to the flowy part of the story yet.
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