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When Santana awoke, it took her a second to realize where she was, she wasn't in her room; no this was her room now. Santana let out a loud sigh as she looked around her room, it was huge, white, and it had its own bathroom. It took her a moment to realize that the room was filled with light, she glanced at her clock, it was past noon. "I guess I'm not going to school today," she said with a groan before she got out of bed.

Santana quietly navigated her way to the kitchen, she didn't see any point of making a ruckus in such a large house. When she entered the kitchen she was surprised to Blaine and a blonde woman who appeared to be around the age of forty sitting at the kitchen table eating. Blaine noticed the young Latina had entered the kitchen, in her pajamas, and he greeted her with a warm smile, "Are you hungry?" Santana nodded. "Take a seat, and I'll make you something. Oh, and this is my Mom."

Santana walked over and shook his mother's hand, "Nice to meet you Mrs. Anderson,"

"The pleasure is all mine, Santana, but please call me Anna." Santana nodded in agreement before sitting down. The two sat there in silence as they watched Blaine make an omelet for Santana, before Anna said, "Santana I know my son has already welcomed you into our home, but I wanted to let you know that you are more than welcomed to stay, for as long as you need, and I plan on honoring my son's proposal to you. I am more than willing to fund you education, if need be."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you."

"It's not a problem. Now after you finish your breakfast, we do some shopping," Anna said with a warm grin.

"I don't think that's a good idea-"

"It's not the kind of shopping your thinking of. I was going to take you to the phone store so you could purchase a phone, and then we were going to Lowes to look at paint for your room. Of course we don't have to if you don't want-"

"No, I would love to," Santana said with a smile.

When they returned it was about eight o'clock. Santana carried the five buckets of paint, three were Cobalt Blue, and two were black, several bottles of spray paint, in similar colors, paint brushes, plastic coverings, and painter tape. She set down the materials out of the way, in a corner, she then proceeded to flop on the bed and stare the ceiling. She was still getting used to the idea of this room being hers, that this was her home. She felt her eyes well-up and soon tears began to flow down her cheeks. She just couldn't believe it. Her worst fears came true, and now she is depending on the charity of others. Santana hated the whole situation she was in, it sucked to no end.

Someone must have heard her crying, because there was a soft knock on the door. Santana reluctantly sat up and wiped the tears from her face, before she said "Come in."

It was Blaine. He gave her a smile before he sat next to her on the bed. "You okay?"

Santana shook her. "I'm okay," she said with a sigh. "It's just this whole things sucks."

Blaine nodded. "It kind of does. I'm not saying that I know exactly what you going through because I don't, but I do know what it feels like to get rejected by a parent because of who you are." Santana nodded in agreement, she knew he was talking about his dad, before another wave of tears began. As Blaine comforted her told her, "Santana I want to make clear that my family can be yours to, just because you parents turned their backs on you doesn't mean you don't have a family. The Glee club, your friends, me can all be your family."

Santana smiled, and whipped her eyes. "Thanks."

"No problem." He said as he gave her a hug. "So what are you going to do with this room?"

"I'm going to paint two walls Cobalt blue, one black, leave the last white, and then I'm going to spray paint some of the furniture black and blue, to compliment the walls."

"Kurt would be so proud."

The next morning Santana, Blaine, and his mother went down to principle Figgins' office to explain the situation, and take care of some paper work. "Please take a seat, now what can I do for you all?"

"We have a bit of a situation," Mrs. Anderson said coolly. Mr. Figgins immediately assumed that Santana was bulling Blaine and was scolding her, however Mrs. Anderson told him that this situation was about Santana, not because of her. Mr. Figgins looked confused. "Santana do you mind explaining the situation to Mr. Figgins?"

"Sure," Santana said looking a bit uncomfortable. "My parents kicked me out because they refused to accept me for who I am, so I am now living with the Andersons."

"Oh, I am so sorry. Um, I have Mrs. Wakefeild get the documents you are probably here for." After he had requested the documents, like change in address, place of residence, insurance, and emergency contact information, from Mrs. Wakefeild, Figgins excused Santana and Blaine from classes for a couple of weeks. Blaine was shocked, her knew Santana would probably would be excused, but him to? He always though Figgins saw everything as a lawsuit.

While Mrs. Anderson filled out paper work, Santana and Blaine went to go collect their assignments for the week. Soon enough Santana had collected all her assignments from all her teachers except from Mr. Schuester. She checked the time on her iPhone, that Anna had gotten her yesterday, Mr. Schuester would be in office. When she reached his office, she lightly knocked on his door. "Come in!" She heard him yell from behind the door. When Mr. Schuester saw Santana, he was honestly shocked. "Hi Santana, what can I help you with?"

"I've been excused from classes for a couple of weeks, and I need my assignments." She handed him a note from Figgins verifying her statement.

"Sure no problem," he said as he got out the assignments. "Do you mind if I ask why you are excused from classes?"

Santana understood his reasoning for his question, Figgins only excused students unless something traumatic happened. She nodded. "Um…" she felt start to tear up, "my parents kicked me out."

"What?"

"I got kicked out, and now I'm living with Blaine." She felt a tear slip down her cheek.

Mr. Schuester got up from behind his desk and sat in the chair next her. "Why?"

"I told my Mom I was a lesbian." As she said this, tears began to flow freely from her eyes.

Mr. Schuester was shocked. He had heard about Santana's reputation with the boys, she even made a huge announcement about dating Dave. He put his hand on her back and comforted her as she cried. When she finally stopped crying Mr. Schuester handed her assignments, "Everything will be okay Santana."

"Thanks Mr. Schue."

On Saturday, Santana was awoken by the doorbell. Santana let out a loud groan as she heard someone ring the doorbell. She got herself out of bed and made her way down the stairs. The doorbell rang again. "I COMING GODDMANIT!" She yelled before she opened the door.

"Not an early riser Satan?" Kurt said with a laugh

Santana relaxed, and smiled. "No. Come on in. Are you here to see Blaine because I think he is asleep."

"Actually no, I'm here to help with your room."

"Of course Blaine told you, well come on up. I'll have to change first though."

Kurt shrugged. "Whatever. So Blaine told me that we are working with three colors.""

"Yup," Santana said before walking to her closet. "Cobalt Blue, Black, and the White on the walls," She shouted.

Kurt nodded, "Excellent. Now are we repainting any of the furniture?"

"Yup." Santana said as she emerged from her closet wearing a crappy pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. "We'll use the spray-paint for that."

"Lesbians make redecorating so much easier." Kurt said playfully.

Santana rolled her eyes, "Nice one. If we start now, we might finish before night fall."

"Let's get started then."

As Santana predicted they finished before nightfall, actually before sunset. "Wow," Santana said as she took in the new look of her room. This was her room, in her home.

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