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Chapter 2: Asking For Forgiveness

Slow claps echo from the door. All heads turn to the source of the sound.

"A-Abuela?"…

"Santana can I talk to you outside for a minute?" This can't be real. Santana thinks to herself. She looks over at Brittany who nods in encouragement and gives her hand a comforting squeeze. Santana nods and follows her Abuela out the room. Can she still call her Abuela? Is she still considered this woman's daughter? What is she doing here?

"What do you want?" Santana asks her. Her Abuela doesn't say anything, she just stares at her. "What are you doing here?" Still no answer. Suddenly her Abuela jumps forward and embraces her in a bone crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry mija" Santana pushes her away.

"What is wrong with you? What are you sorry for? Why?" Santana's confused. She doesn't know what to say

"Santana can we sit down somewhere? I want to tell you something." Santana doesn't move. "Santanita please! I know you can probably never forgive me for what I did to you but please listen to me!"

"Fine." Santana sits down on the nearest bench and Alma takes a seat next to her.

"The other day I was feeling dizzy a lot of the time. When I checked my temperature I had a fever. My doctor recommended me for a cancer test. I had the test and it was discovered that I had cancer in a part of my brain. They found it on time but they told me that if it had been even a week later it would have been too late. It would have killed me." She looks at Santana who still hasn't said anything. "It's things like that that really make you think about your life you know. What you might be missing out on. All the horrible things you've done. All the people you pushed away. I realised all of those things applied to you, my own granddaughter. I did a lot of thinking and I realised that love isn't a gender. Love is love. I can see that Brittany makes you happy. Looking back I can see she always has. Whenever you were dating guys and you bought them to see me, you were never happy. Early on you were trying to convince yourself that you were but one day something changed in your eyes. It was when you were dating that Sam boy. And looking back on it I realise that the only person you were trying to convince was me. And it felt awful. It was the same with that Karofsky boy. You didn't date any guys after that. That's when you started dating Brittany. Wasn't it?" Santana nods. She's crying, they both are. "She makes you so happy Santana. And I was blinded by the hate I'd been bought up with. Forcing myself into thinking that you were a sin. That my own granddaughter was a sin. I thought I was helping you. I thought that it would make you think again. That it would somehow cure you. In the end all I did was hurt you. You don't need to be cured Santana. You were born this way and that doesn't matter to me anymore. Please. Please come back into my life. I'm begging you Santana. Please"

Santana looks up at her Abuela with tear stained eyes. "Do you remember what you told me that day? I remember every word. You told me that secrets were called secrets for a reason. That you never wanted to see me again. That the sin wasn't in the thing; it was just when people talk about it aloud. That it would have been better if I'd of kept it a secret. Do you know how hard it was to keep it a secret? How much pain I went through? I almost cut myself because of you! The only thing stopping me was Brittany. The person who in your eyes had made me an abomination. I spent my whole life looking up to you! You taught me to always be proud of who I was and to speak up for what I believed in. You were always so strong, so proud. And you decided to hate me for who I was."

"Santanita please!" Alma begs "Please, you have to forgive me."

"Your reaction meant so much to me. More than my parents, more than the glee clubs. All I wanted was for you to tell me that everything was fine. That it would all be okay. Instead you told me to get out of your house. You looked at me like I was a stranger. Like you didn't know who I was anymore. I prayed that it was just a dream. That in a few minutes I'd wake up in Brittany's arms and everything would be okay again. I never did. Instead it became a constant nightmare. Repeating the scene over and over again in my nightmares. Waking up crying, panicking. I don't know what I'd do if Brittany wasn't with me every step of way. You used to love her. She was one of your favourite people to talk to. A real pick me up you would say. But the moment I told you I loved her all that changed. She told me about the time that she went over to get my stuff from your house. The things you said to her. You told my girlfriend, the love of my life that she'd corrupted me. You saw the little girl who used to play in the backyard with your granddaughter and told her she was a monster. You looked into her beautiful blue eyes and threatened her. She begged you to reconsider and you slapped her in the face. That little girl who you've grown to love since we first met her by the duck pond when I was four. That girl who's adorable theories you used to listen to and take in every word. That girl who you told me I was welcome to bring over any time because she was like a ray of sunshine into your dark, gloomy world. That girl you slapped because I was in love with her."

"I'm so sorry Santana"

"Prove it."

"How? How can I prove this to you."

"Look, ever since you said those things to me I've been longing for the day you would tell me you loved me again. But I'm scared Abuelita. I'm scared to trust you."

"I'll prove it to you Santana. I love you, you're my granddaughter. I promise I'll prove you can trust me again."

"Okay." Santana nods. Her Abuela stands up and starts to walk away. "Abuelita?" She turns around "Thank you."

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What will her Abuela do? Coming up in the next chapter of The Day She Loves Me Again!

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