Chapter 5: Confessions

The two girls sat at the dinner table in silence. Santana's parents sat at one end, and Brittany's at another. Brittany poked around her salad and Santana stared at her water glass. Suddenly Santana's dad spoke, "A toast to our beautiful daughters, and that they are seniors this next year. It's the greatest year of your high school lives. You two have been together since kindergarten and we all know you will keep your friendship going wherever you choose to go in life."

The clanking of glasses was ringing in Santana's ears. She was the one who asked if they could all have dinner tonight. Well her and Brittany.
"So Brittany, I haven't seen you with Artie. How is he?" Brittany's mom asked her, her eyes boring into her. "He's such a nice boy. Except for his...disability. Such a tragedy."
"We umm...stopped seeing each other. You know with summer and all it's too difficult to keep a relationship. He is going to football camp with the boys." said Brittany.

Santana dropped her fork and spoke. "Umm well Britts and I have something to tell you...that's why we umm asked to have dinner together. So we could tell you together."
"Oh! I bet they are both planning to attend the same college after high school! That is so great. Maybe if you get back on the Cheerios you could get a schola-" Santana cut Mrs. Pierce off. "Umm...well actually that's not what we were going to tell you. I don't even know where to begin..."
Brittany looked at her parents, "Mom, dad...I don't like boys. I don't want to date boys anymore."
Mr. Pierce let out a loud laugh, "Well Britts we weren't expecting you to honestly. I mean, we hoped you would start to focus more on your grades and maybe spend some more time with Santana. And we are very glad you have been spending more time together this summer, we would hate to see your friendship break because of a boy."

This was going to be harder than I thought...

"What Brittany means is...we are lesbian. Well Britts is bisexual which means-"
Santana cut off when there was silence at the table. Santana's dad stood up. "We know what it means. Now what the fuck is this about?"
"You heard me. And we love each other. Brittany and I are in love. And we wanted to tell all of you so that we could all be happy together! I thought you would be more accepting.."
"I knew it! When Britts started hanging out with Santana! I knew that little hussy would cause problems for this family. We are leaving now! And I forbid you to ever see Santana again!" screeched Mrs. Pierce.
"OUR DAUGHTER? YOUR DAUGHTER CAUSES MORE PROBLEMS IN SCHOOL!"

Brittany wished they would stop fighting. She felt so ashamed of herself...

Santana realized instantly they were in the middle of a war zone. She regretted telling them instantly. Her eyes met Brittany's.

Her mother grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the door. She felt tears hot in her eyes as she tried to fight her off. Brittany's father pulled her out the door and into the car.

Santana ran upstairs as her father came toward her. She watched her mother cry, her head on the table. She locked her door and began frantically packing her bags. They would run away and be together. It was the only way.

Her father came pounded on the door. "I'm never opening it so eat shit!"
"You'll fucking open it or I'll break it down!"
Santana hid her suitcase under her bed and unlocked the door. Her father burst in and slapped her across the face. "You fucking disgust me. Your mother and I are so ashamed of you."
Santana was used to this by now. "Well good then it will make it easier on you when I leave," she retorted.
"That's what I was just getting to. Pack your things and be gone in an hour. Have someone get you, since I'm taking your car keys."

Santana packed everything she needed, and sat on her bed in silence. Everything was a blur. She called Brittany first, hoping she still had her phone. She was relieved when Brittany answered. "He-hello?" She was crying. The sound of it broke Santana's heart. "Grab your shit. Everything you need baby, we are going on a road trip." "You mean like Lady Gaga and Beyoncé? I don't want to poison people Santana…" "No! Like me, you, the road, and putting some miles between these haters." "Well where will we go?" "California."

~Run baby run, don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance~