Brittany slowly rubbed her thumb across Santana's cheek, wiping away the tears which had fallen, smiling at Santana until she laughed; Santana playfully pushed Brittany's shoulder.
"Dork." Brittany laughed, and then turned solemn as Santana's tears were still falling.
"I hate you crying, San.
"I know you do, Britt. I don't even know why I left… I just… she's gonna hate me… I get that. I've accepted… I just… The thought of her hating us." Santana turned to Brittany, her eyes burning into hers; everything was interrupted by Santana's mother lightly knocking against the door, both eyes shot to the door, hoping to see Francisco; their fears were answered, when Maria met their eyes; Santana was freaking out, she was still holding Brittany's hand tightly, far too tightly as Brittany immediately looked to her, wanting her to calm down, and act normal; as she smoothed her thumb along her knuckles.
"I was checking you were alright."
"I'm fine. I just… needed the toilet."
"You're crying, Santana. Brittany, maybe you should go home. Santana is welcome to come and stay tomorrow." Brittany nodded
"Don't leave me, B." Santana's whisper was loud enough for Brittany to understand as they stood up, separating their hands from each other; Maria stepped by for Brittany to leave.
"Tell your mother, it was nice of her to call." Maria's intentions for Brittany to leave were very clear, almost transparent; Santana was looking around the room, focusing on her picture wall, mostly of her and Brittany covered it. Brittany met Maria's eyes, and nodded.
"Brittany, I was asking; I was telling you to leave."
Santana nearly broke down then at her mother's almost cold tone; but Brittany shrugged it off, and nodded; slowly touching the back of Santana's hand, before walking out; Maria closed the bedroom door, and stood against it, blocking Santana's way out.
Shit. She knows. Look at her… She definitely knows. I'm such an idiot. I need a fucking brain. I always lock my door, or at least close it. Oh shit, she's walking over. Fuck.
"Santana, please sit." Santana snapped her eyes to her mother, whose expression was different than she had ever seen before; nearly tripping over her own feet, she sat down on her bed, near her mother, careful enough to leave some space between them. Santana slowly rubbed her hands together, as if sensing her nerves; Maria slowly leaned over, almost testing to see if Santana would push her or pull away from her, as she slowly took one of Santana's hand, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles; Santana felt sick, she felt nervous and afraid, afraid of losing her parents, her home, her Brittany.
Oh shit, she knows. I knew it. Damn… better go and pack my shit before she kicks me out.
"Why didn't you just tell us, Santana?" her voice was angry or aggressive, it was soft and tender, the most sincere Santana had heard her mother be, snapping Santana out of her pessimistic thoughts, as she took it her mother's strange behaviour
"Tell you what?" Santana hoped by playing dumb her mother would leave the subject alone, and pretend nothing had happened
"I saw you, Santana… you and Brittany… are obviously in a relationship. Why didn't you tell us?"
Santana pulled her hand away, and she quickly wiped her eyes, aware of the fresh tears forming; letting them fall down her already mascara stained cheeks.
"I'm sorry." Santana's voice sounded so vulnerable, and weak; so unlike Santana, she wished her father was here, or Brittany to comfort her; Santana was shocked as her mother wrapped her arms around her, bringing a crying Santana to her body, letting Santana cry against her shirt; she rubbed her back as comforting as she could be.
"I love you." Maria's voice was almost a whisper directly to Santana's ear, letting her hear it over her loud sobbing; Maria pulled away, and lightly smoothed her thumb over her cheeks, wiping away some of the mascara and tears off; she leaned forward and pressed her lips against her forehead, "I love you, Santana."
"Mom, I'm so sorry. I tried to hide it… I really did… I just… I can't do it anymore. It isn't fair… I hate feeling scared. I love you so much. I don't want to disappoint-"
"No, Santana. You could never disappoint us. Me and your father love you, we adore who you are… regardless of whether you're… a lesbian. It doesn't affect anything. You're our daughter that will never change… You have to know that. I must admit we had our thoughts you might be… It's not something you ask after school…"
Santana nodded, her crying stopping as she felt close to her mother since forever; letting her mother's words sink in, she felt her mother stand up, and take her hand, walking into her parents' bedroom, Santana watched as her mother took something out of the drawer, and walked round to Santana, moving her hair out of the way, she clipped a necklace around her neck.
"You'll always be a part of this family, Santana. I'm disappointed you felt like you had to hide a part of yourself from us… but I respect you for being honest now."
Santana nodded
"You're not gonna kick me out? Ban me from seeing Britt? I thought you would hate this. I'm gay mom, I like girls, and I love Britt." Santana was shocked her mother was acting like she told her she had failed an English test.
"I wouldn't kick you out over this. Speaking of Brittany, I will be applying an open door policy whenever she sleeps over. As for you, Santana I love you; and I guess you liking girls is a part of you. I can't change it; I can't hate it; so there you go."
"What about dad?"
"Like I said we both had doubts about your sexuality… You and Brittany were like a married couple by the time you were 8. I guess we didn't question you, as we wanted to wait until you admitted it yourself."
Santana nodded, letting everything sink in; her parents knew, about everything; her and Brittany, her sexuality; and they accepted her, loved her exactly the same.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"I know you weren't brought up to like this; to accept this…. I just… I guess I respect you even more for doing this, for loving me the same."
Maria lightly hugged Santana, kissing her on the cheek
"I think Brittany would be proud of you. Don't you wanna go over and share the news?"
"Can I?"
"Sure, don't be home too late. You're still a senior and I expect you to attend all your lessons, and cheerio practices until graduation." Maria's hopes for Santana graduating with straight A's were still shining; Santana rolled her eyes, but plastered a small smile at her mother, hugging her once more before racing out of the room, and quickly getting into her car, she pulled her seatbelt on and began driving to the Pierce residence. Santana parked under the tree, opposite; and quickly walked out, opening the front door, like she belonged there, which she kind of did; she raced up the stairs to Brittany's bedroom, rapping her knuckles against it as if she wasn't Brittany's girlfriend, and a stranger. Brittany opened her bedroom door, and fell backwards, the surprise leap by Santana made her tumble backwards; Santana pulled Brittany's lips to hers, and began sucking on Brittany's bottom lip; earning a light moan from Brittany, who struggled to pull away.
"San, what happened?"
"She knows… My dad knows. They had their doubts… You were right, okay? They love me, they accept me… I am never going to doubt your rightness ever again."
"They didn't shout or anything?" Brittany was surprised that her parents were acting like this.
"No. My mom was great actually." Santana leaned back, thinking about her mother's behaviour, how great she really had been.
"Earth to Santana." Brittany leaned up, and nudged her nose against Santana's earning a sweet smile, from Santana, who wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck, pulling her in for a kiss.
"I wanna thank you, Britt."
"I never did anything."
"Yeah, you did. You really are amazing. I just… I don't I really appreciate how much I need you; I love you so much, Britt."
"I know you do, San. I love you… I love you so much. I'm so proud; you admitted it to your parents. I think you know how brave you've been."
"It's because of you. I probably would have hidden it forever… you showed me everything." Santana's fingers slowly tracing the jawline of Brittany; letting her thumb smooth over the curve of Brittany's bottom lip; she looked up into Brittany's eyes, and let her lips press against Brittany's; getting lost in each other; tongues battling together in a encounter for control; neither really caring as kisses became lazy; as hands groped at each other's clothes, tugging at cheerio tops and skirts, as they were distracting them from touching skin. Brittany kissed Santana once more, before getting up, and locking her bedroom door, not wanting her parents to interrupt them; she walked back to the bed, which had Santana on it; Santana crawl up, and tugged on Brittany's skirt, letting it fall to the ground as Brittany got rid of her top; Santana pulled on Brittany's hand so she was on the bed with her, Brittany's immediately began kissing Santana suddenly; Santana pulled Brittany's hands down, and slowed her down, pressing her forehead against Brittany's; so their lips parted.
"I wanna take my time with you… I don't wanna rush."
Santana began kissing along her neck, and shoulder, as she pulled Brittany closer, noticed how Brittany's breathing began more rapid as Santana's hand traced every part of her body, familiarising herself with every freckle, every space of skin, unaware she was sending Brittany into a frenzy with her touch; Brittany mumbled something; and Santana pointed and Brittany laid down, as Santana rid herself off her clothes and underwear, climbing on the bed, she began kissing up her body, avoiding the area Brittany wanted her; she began letting her tongue leave a trail up Brittany's stomach, along her taut muscles, in between Brittany's breast, towards her lips; which Brittany eagerly accepted, pulling Santana's firmly on top; their bodies so in sync together, their bodies connecting in the most intimate of ways. Santana broke the kiss, by slipping two fingers in between Brittany's dripping sex, earning a gasp and then a moan from Brittany; she began kissing down her body, paying close attention to Brittany's breasts, circling a nipple slowly, before biting down on it; as her fingers kept a comfortable pace, keeping Brittany close to the edge but not sending her over it too soon. Santana ran her tongue down her stomach, lazily kissing Brittany's bellybutton, she then kissed along Brittany's bikini line; and then flicked Brittany's clit with her tongue, sending pleasures waves throughout Brittany's body, Santana knew she was doing something right; as Brittany moaned loudly; and scratched Santana's back, trying to keep in control but failing, as Santana's mouth began sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and her fingers plunging into Brittany faster, curving to stroke Brittany's spot, it sent her over the edge, continuing her ministrations to continue Brittany on to another orgasm before Santana sensed Brittany was completely exhausted. Santana climbed up; and laid next to her, Brittany pulled her closer, bringing their faces and bodies together; Brittany kissed her loosely, pressing their fronts together.
"You're amazing… I love you, San." whispered Brittany breathing heavily
"I love you too, baby. Just relax." said Santana moving strands of Brittany's fringe from her forehead, which had gathered due to her most recent work out; Santana wiped her forehead and placed a chaste kiss there, before nuzzling her face into her neck, smelling vanilla, and feeling so loved.
"I want to do you… I want my tongue… to do that." said Brittany letting her fingers trace Santana's stomach, and the skin under her breasts, Santana nodded, and Brittany showed her exactly what she remembered Santana's tongue doing.