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Brittany thought it was odd that Santana hadn't showed up at school since Tuesday, and it was Sunday. Santana never missed school, unless she was really sick, but Santana would have told her that she was. So Brittany decided that she would stop by Santana's house to see how she was doing. However, when she rang the doorbell she was met with a less than warm greeting. "Hi Mrs. Lopez, is Santana home?"

The older Latina's eyes filled themselves with disgust and hatred. "No she isn't here, Brittany," She hissed.

Brittany scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Okay," She said hesitantly. "Then can you tell me where she is then?"

"No," Mrs. Lopez replied sharply. Before Brittany could ask why, Mrs. Lopez cut her off. "I think you should go Brittany, and never comeback." She then slammed the door in the young dancer's face.

Brittany felt tears drip down her cheeks as she walked away from the Lopez's residence. When she got in her car she decided to call Quinn, the third part of the Unholy Trinity. "Hey Brittany, what's up?"

"Quinn?" Brittany stuttered through her tears.

"What's wrong Britt?"

"I-I went to Santana's house and-and-d"

"Shit! Santana didn't tell you."

Brittany stopped crying, "Tell me what?"

"Look I'll pick you up at your house in ten minutes, and I'll take you to her. Okay?"

"Okay." Brittany agreed with a sigh.

A few minutes after Brittany pulled into her driveway, Quinn arrived. "Is she okay?" Brittany asked as she got into the passenger seat.

Quinn nodded as she started to drive. "Overall yes, but she's not entirely okay."

The two blondes sat in silence for a few minutes until Brittany asked, "What happened?"

"I think you should ask Santana that." Quinn said as she pulled into Blaine's driveway and put the car into park.

"Whose house is this?" Brittany asked as she got out of the car.

"A friend's." Quinn replied before she rang the doorbell.

When the door opened, the two girls were greeted by a blonde woman in her forties. She smiled, and told them to go on up. Quinn led Brittany upstairs to the third room on the right. "This is her room," Quinn said before she headed down stairs. Brittany took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. "Come in!" She heard Santana yell from behind the door. She took another breathe before she opened the door.

When Brittany entered the room the first thing she noticed was the smell of wet paint, the second thing she noticed was Santana sitting at a desk, which was facing away from Brittany. "Santana?"

When Santana heard her name, she knew it was Brittany. She slowly turned around to confirm it. There was Brittany standing in the doorway, Santana could see tears starting to form. Santana walked up to the tall blonde and gave her a hug, "Hey Britt-Britt."

"Why are you here Santana? Why weren't you at home?"

Santana cringed when she heard Brittany say "home." "I told my mom I was gay, and she kicked me out. So I'm living with Kurt's boy toy. This is my home now." The two walked over to the bed and sat down.

Brittany's eyes widen with awe. She knew what Santana risked by doing that, and she knew how hard it was for her. "She didn't hurt you did she?" Brittany asked in a whisper.

Santana shook her head, "No, I didn't even give her the chance to hurt me."

For a moment the two sat in silence. "Is this why you haven't been at school?"

"Yeah Figgins' excused Blaine and I from classes for a couple of weeks, to make this… transition easier."

The tall blonde nodded in understanding. "It was really brave of you to tell your Mom Santana."

"I know," Santana replied, but not in and arrogant way, but rather as if she was just acknowledging it.

The two girls talked for a while. Santana recounted her tale to Brittany, from the moment she got kicked out of Glee Club to how Kurt helped her paint her room yesterday. "So how did you know I was here?" Santana asked.

Brittany let out a sigh. "I didn't actually. I went to… your parent's house, and your mom answered the door."

"I'm sorry, B."

"Yeah it wasn't a fun experience. Anyways I called Quinn and she picked me up at my house and took me here."

Santana nodded her head. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, it just a lot was happening really fast, and I didn't know how to handle it."

"It's okay, I get it."

Santana smiled, "Thanks B."

The two girls headed down stairs, they saw Quinn, Kurt, and Blaine watching a movie in the den. When Kurt saw the tall blonde, he gave her a warm genuine smile, "Hi Brittany."

Brittany grinned. "Hey Unicorn," she replied with a laugh, before Santana and her sat down to watch the rest of The Princess Bride.

After the movie finished, Quinn cleared her throat. "Yes Quinn?" Santana asked, unsure of what was about to happen.

"I was thinking that we invite the rest of the Glee club over today, and maybe skip school tomorrow. What do you think Santana?"

Santana gentle bit her lower lip in uncertainty. "I don't know Quinn, it's not like I'm their favorite person, and good luck convincing Berry to skip school."

"Already thought of that, Blaine, Kurt, and I will declare a Glee emergency via text. We figure between the three of us we have enough pull in the club to get everyone here. Once they are here, we'll lock inside, and then you'll explain what happened, and then we are on big happy family again."

Santana blinked a couple of times before she said. "That plan is politically maniacal, and somehow its ends like a fairytale."

Quinn shrugged, "Your point?"

"You should be a political campaign strategist." Everyone burst into laughter.

"I probably could, but being a political bitch would turn me into Sue Sylvester," Quinn remarked with a smirk.

The young Latina rolled her eyes, "Fine do it, but make sure Finn is nowhere near a chair when I tell them."

"Aye-aye Captain!"

As Quinn predicted, the entire Glee Club arrived at Blaine house for the "Emergency Glee Meeting." The only thing Quinn didn't predict was the amount of noise the Glee club was making out of frustration of not knowing what was going on. The only person who had a clue on what was going on was Puck. He played the mediator and calmed everyone down and got them to shut up.

Quinn stood on the stairs in the large foyer so that everyone could see and her. "Thanks Puck," Quinn said with a smile. "Okay, so as you realize that this emergency Glee meeting is not the usual kind of emergency we are accustomed to, for one it is a two day event. Another reason is it has to deal with a member. So I need you guys to two things. Go into the den, and you guys have to promise to listen to this person. Understand?" The group nodded in unison. "Great."

After everyone was settled in the den, Blaine got Santana from the kitchen. "You ready?"

Santana shrugged, "As I'll ever be."

Blaine didn't buy it, he knew Santana was scared shitless. He put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Everything is going to be fine."

When Santana walked into the den she heard gasps. Some people tried to stand up and leave but Quinn made them sit down. Santana didn't see who had tried to leave because she was staring at the ground. Once everyone had settled down, over gotten over the fact that this meeting was about an ex-member, she started. "Thanks for everyone for coming."

Santana heard Finn mutter "Like we had a choice," under his breath. This was followed by an "Ow!", and Puck telling him to shut it and listen.

Santana took a deep breath and continued. "Anyways, some of you might of noticed that Blaine and I haven't been at school since Tuesday, and it's not because we did the dirty, which Kurt would have murdered me if I had. Besides I'm not his type and… he's not mine." The group furrowed their eyebrows in confusion. Did she just imply what they thought she did? "The truth is on Tuesday, after school, my mom kicked me out because I told her that I am a lesbian." She paused for a moment to listen to the gasps. "And I'm now living with Blaine and his family. So that is why the emergency meeting was called, but I also wanted to apologize to everyone. I wanted to I'm sorry for being a bitch, and ass, and of bit of a slut to everyone, and even though this doesn't excuse my actions I hope that this new information explains my behavior. I was acting out of fear, and I became my worst self because of it, so I'm sorry." Santana looked at the group of people for the first time today; she didn't see anger, disgust, hatred, or even in difference, she saw understanding, pride, compassion, and acceptance. She especially saw it when then all got up to give her a group hug, except for Artie who wheeled over.

Soon enough everyone was hungry so they ordered pizza. As Santana was getting her food she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. When Santana turned around she saw Mercedes. "What do you need Mercedes?"

"I know that we have had our… differences in the past, but I wanted to say that I am really proud of what you did. I also wanted to let you know that I am going to try to convince the others to vote you back on the team. Screw Mr. Schue," she said with a smirk.

Santana smiled, "Thanks Wheezy."

"It will never be a problem Satan." And that's how the rest of the night went people telling her that she brave and that they were proud of her. Lauren told her that she had balls and wanted to be friends, Rachel told her a long assed paragraph about the LGBT community and her acceptance of her, Mike told her that he had a friend from dance class who was single and hot, while Tina rolled her eyes, Finn said that she was brave, but muttered "I can't believe I lost my virginity to a lesbian," Artie said that he would gladly wheel himself in front of her to prevent a slushy-facial, and Puck asked if he could be her official lesbro, which Santana gladly said yes. The rest of the night was spent watching Psych marathon.

When Santana awoke the next morning, she realized she was sharing a bed with Brittany, and Quinn was on an air-mattress adjacent to the bed. Santana made sure she had her clothes on before she got out of bed, a habit she had formed after sharing a room with Quinn and Britt at cheer camp for three years, thankfully she was fully clothed. Santana quietly walked down stairs to the kitchen. She saw that Anna was already up and was in the midst of making breakfast for the masses. "Good morning."

"Morning Anna," Santana said before she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Do you need any help?"

"Sure. Would you mind setting thee dining room table, the kitchen table isn't big enough to fit everyone?"

"Sure." As Santana got the plate out of cupboard, she realized something. "Can I ask you something Anna?"

"Shoot," Anna replied with a smile as she flipped a pancake.

"Are you one of those moms that does whatever she can on her own, like you don't hire anyone to do it for you?"

Anna nodded, "For the most part. I think everyone should be able to be independent as possible. Which is why everyone in this house learns to cook, clean, and do laundry, before they leave for college, but I do have a maid help clean up this huge house."

"Wow."

"I know, I'm weird"

Santana laughed, "You are, but I think weird is cool."

The older woman smiled, "Good, now go set the table before the mob of hungry teenagers awake from their slumber."

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