Santana heard the phone ringing from outside her bedroom. She cracked her eyes open and groaned when the sun hit them, she turned and buried her face in the soft golden hair that covered Quinn's neck.
"Too early." the blonde mumbled.
"Who the calls this early?" Santana groaned as she wrapped her arm around her girlfriend. "Go back to sleep." She replied, drowning out the sounds of footsteps thumping up the stairs. Both girls had dozed off when Santana's bedroom door flung open.
"SANTANA MARIA LOPEZ." The girls mother screamed. Santana bolted up, the sheet tearing away from both girls naked bodies. They had been careless last night, usually they would keep at least some clothing on during their love making in case of this happening; but they got swept up in declaring love to each-other to worry about the world around them.
"Fuck." Santana exclaimed, throwing the sheet over a petrified Quinn. "Mama!"
"So, it's true?" Mrs. Lopez asked amusingly. Her eyes had filled full of disgust, as Carlos walked into the scene.
"Oh fuck, I knew it." He said, scowling at his sister before leering at Quinn's exposed body. Santana growled and threw the blondes shirt at her before throwing her own on.
"Answer me, young lady." She yelled at Santana. "That your a fag? That you want to hurt your family, your father, your GOD like this... and with her?" Quinn looked down at the blanket.
"Yes." Santana said bravely. "I'm Gay. I'm a reflection of my god who I believe loves me no matter what. He loves me because I've found it in my heart to love someone else with more than I am. I have done nothing but love this family and be there for all of the crap that goes on; and despite the fact I come from an abusive and homophobic home, I've been able to fall in love...Yes, with her. Quinn Emily Fabray."
"You ungrateful little bitch." her mother exclaimed, "Your father was right about you. He always thought there was something fundamentally wrong with you since you were born."
"Mom." Carlos interjected, defending his sister. He looked over at the girls and noticed that their hands were fused together. "She's still your daughter."
"Not anymore." She said curly. "You have until I get home from work to be out of here, both of you." She said as she walked out of the bedroom followed by Carlos.
Santana let out the breath she had been holding, she starred ahead for several moments clutching onto Quinn's hand. The only sounds were of Quinn trying to hold back the tears that were falling down her cheeks. Santana quickly turned to her, and gathered the blonde in her arms.
"I'm so sorry." Quinn gasped, as she allowed herself to be collected in Santana's arms. The latina let out a shaky breath and pressed her lips against the girls neck.
"It's okay." She whispered, "It's going to be okay."