It's not Always Sunny on the Other Side Chapter 9, a glee fanfic

A/N-Sorry for not putting this at the end of the last chapter, i forgot aha, the song Santana sang was "metamorphasis" by the Pet Shop Boys..I changed it to fit her a little better, but yeaah that's the song. Soo please REVIEW ! and thanks for reading!

"C'mon Britt, were leaving." I got in the car, slamming the door and searching for napkins to wipe the blue off my face.

"You're blue." Brittany said. No fucking duh. Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Britt. I said to myself. I settled on using tissues to wipe the slushy off, since there were no napkins to be found.

"Yeah, um, blonde bitch in the hallway thought it'd be better to listen to Karofsky than me, and ended up slushying me." I sighed, resting my sticky face on the steering wheel.

"Again?" Brittany asked, like she couldn't beleive I got slushied again by the same kid. I know, I couldn't beleive it either.

"Yeah, whatever. I need to get home anyways." Britt looked out the window, like she could tell I was upset and didn't want to make things worse. I took her hand, smiling at her,

"I'm fine, Britt. Just in a little bit of a hurry. But c'mon, we'll take the long way home. I'd rather spend a little more time with you." She grinned at me, making everything in my day worth it.

"I love you, San."

"I love you too, Britt." I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before starting the car and driving her home. I couldn't help but realize everything that had happened over the past few weeks. How i'd told glee club about me and Brittany, how they'd just been happy for us and treated us all the same. No one in school really understood what was going on. All they knew was that Santana Lopez has gone 2 weeks without a boyfriend, 2 weeks without even sleeping with someone, and they were all really confused. I held hands with Britt down the hallway, and a few people stared, but they just didn't make the connection. I'd even had a few guys ask me out, and think I was kidding when I said 'no, I'm a lesbian." They just had it drilled in there brains that I was straight. I needed them to get that I wasn't, but deep inside, I knew that it was what was holding me together. It was like living with one foot in each world. But I knew that wasn't going to satisfy Britt much longer. And then there was Karofsky. The biggest closeted gay in the school, but he still had the guts to pay some freshman to slushy me for being gay. He should've known better than to pull something like that. Santana Lopez doesn't get intimidated, or scared off, or whatever he was trying to do. I just get pissed, and I take revenge where I can get it. Karofsky was going to come out tomorrow whether he was ready or not. I'd make sure of that.

"Britt, did I pass your house?" I asked, noticing that I was in too deep of thought to pay attention to where I was driving, and was at least 2 miles from her house.

"Yeah, a few minutes ago." She said like it was no big deal.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, turning the car around.

"I thought we were going to the turkey farm."

"There's no such thing as a turkey farm, britt." I told her, trying not to laugh.

"Lord Tubbington came from one." She argued.

"Did he tell you that?" I asked, still trying desperately not to laugh.

"No, he wrote it in my diary." And that's where I lost it. A huge smile appeared on my face.

"What?" Britt asked, like we were having a perfectly normal conversation a few seconds ago.

"Nothing." I laughed as I continued driving down the road, until we pulled into Britt's neighborhood. She just stared out of the window, like she was lost in her own world. I looked at her, her perfect blonde hair, her perfect dancers body, and even though she wasn't looking at me, I could almost see her perfect blue eyes, and her absolutely perfect smile. I could've stared at her all day, except for the hurry I was in.

"C'mon, Britt. We're here. I'll walk you in." I took her hand, but she looked at me and right away I could tell she was upset. I just didn't know why.

"What's the matter?" I asked, immediately concerned.

"I don't like being home. No one talks to me like they used to, and even Lord Tubbington doesn't sleep in my room anymore. And now you don't like to come over either. I think my house is haunted." She said, completely serious. I sighed, not sure how to say this.

"Lord Tubbington probably doesn't sleep in your room anymore cause' you shut the door when you go to sleep, Britts. I don't think your house is haunted. I think your house is perfect, just like you."

"Then how come you don't sleep over anymore?"

"Well," I tried to find an easy way to put it. "I'm trying to give your parents some space, until, you know, they get used to the idea...I don't want to make them unconfortable with anything." She smiled, and leaned into kiss me. At least, not unconfortable yet. I said to myself, smiling into her kiss. I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer to me. She pulled away, all of the sudden, and looked at me,

"Will you still walk me in?" She asked, a little upset.

I took the keys out of the ignition, and responded

"Of course, Britt. Let's go, I'm in a little bit of a hurry." And as much as I knew that the more time I took, the worse things were gonna be, I also knew I'd give anything to be able to spend just a few more minutes with Brittany. She handed me the key from her cheer bag to open her front door. (She liked it better when I unlocked the door. She'd get confused.)

"Hi Brittany," Her mom started when she saw her come in the house. "Hello Santana." She finished when she saw me behind Britt.

"Hi Mrs. Peirce, just dropping Britt off and then I'm going home. Thanks, I'll see you guys later." I smiled at her, trying to be as polite as I could, which was not something I'm generally great at. Adults sort of bother me, they think that they're so much better than the teenagers, when half the time, teenagers make better choices than they do. I can't stand most of them, with maybe the exception of Ms. Holliday, and sometimes Mr. Schue. Like when he gives me solo's for example, or let's me stay at his house. Or acts like he's the one person other than Britt that actually cares about me. Or compliments me. Or doesn't look at me disguisted when he finds out about something I did. Or when he's the only adult that I feel actually loves me. Okay, so most of the time. Alright, whatever, all the time.

"Thank you, Santana. Um, I know you're parents get back today...Are you- Where are you planning on staying?" She asked, as my heart began to beat a little bit louder. Britt's parents knew that things didn't go very well between me and my parents that night, but I didn't tell her everything. She just thought that we had a big fight.

"I was going to go home, talk to them, see if they still felt the same way. I'd like to stay home, but if my mom and dad don't want me too, I'll find somewhere to go." I couldn't just throw Mr. Schue under the bus, especially after I told him that I wouldn't tell anyone. I gave Britts mom one last smile before turning around to leave.

"Bye, San." I heard Britt say. I could feel her eyes on me as she watnched me go.

"By Britts." I smiled to her even though I knew she couldn't see me. The drive home was lonely, and quiet. But I just couldn't get Brittany out of me mind. Today had been almost perfect. And it kind of scared me. In my world, life is hard, it sucks, and it's pretty much unfair all the time. But so far, nothing really bad has happened. I felt like I was walking on egg shells. I didn't have this good of luck. The entire drive home, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about all the things that might go bad now. My question was answered as I pulled onto my steet. There, parked in my driveway, was my mom and dad's car. I gulped, ready to turn around and just keep driving. All of this is for Britt so suck it up, your Santana Fucking Lopez, NO one scares you. Just go in the damn house! I yelled at myself as I opened the car door, getting out. I went up to the house, shaking so bad I could barely shove the key into the lock. I opened the door, walking in and dropping my cheer bag onto the wooden floor to get their attention. Both of them turned around, quickly, and found my staring at them.

"Mom, Dad." I greeted them with an edge to my voice.

"What are you doing here?" My dad asked, looking at me like I was the worst thing he'd ever seen.

"I live here." I responded casually, knowing what his response would be.

"Not anymore. Get out." He sounded mad.

"No. Dad, you can't change who I am by kicking me out of the house. We already went through this."

"I don't want these kind of...choices, around me and my wife. And I'd be happy to go through this again." And that's what caused me to explode like a bomb. Yeah, I guess you could say I didn't have the best temper.

"Dad! She's not just your wife, okay? Remember that she's also my mom! The one who carried me inside her for nine months and took care of me for eighteen years! And then I tell you guys the one thing about me that I'd never told anyone but Brittany, and you make me feel ashamed of myself? Dad, the fucking spanish teacher has been more of a father than you ever have, and our sex ed substitute was more of a mom than you could ever be!" I looked at my mom for the last part.

"I'd known Mr. Schue for a while from spanish class when I joined Glee, and all he knew about me was that I was the biggest slut in school, I slept with almost the entire football team, and that I was like a miniature Sue Sylvester, who he hated. Yet, I go to his club, spying and he knew it, and he still treated me better than you guys! I treat him like shit, tell him I'm a fucking lesbian, and he makes me feel like for once that's okay. Ms. Holliday helped me understand what was going on between me and Britt, because yeah, I had to go to the damn substitute teacher for help because I knew I couldn't tell my own parents. And then you sit here and tell me something is wrong with me." I didn't realize how long I'd been talking, or yelling I should say.

"Santana! Listen to yourself! You're saying that we're bad parents because we won't accept what's going on with you, but you're teachers are the ones encouraging this sick behavior!" My mom yelled at me.

"No mom! They're encouraging me to be me! And for me to say it's okay to be who I am!" I argued. I wondered why my dad had shut up.

"Brittany...?" He asked slowly, as I realized before now, I'd never told him anything about me and Britt. He just thought we were friends. Shit, now he knew about her too.

"Brittany did this to you?" He repeated.

"No one did this to me! Do you not understand the concept of being gay dad? It's not something someone does to you! I was born like this, I just never told you, because I didn't know what all these feelings meant until Britt and Ms. Holliday helped me figure it out! I used to be like you guys, thinking it was so gross to be gay, until I realized that I only thought it was gross because I was hiding it from myself that I felt that way."

"It's not right to be attracted to the same sex, Santana." His voice was low again.

"It doesn't matter who the fuck your attracted to dad, it only matters who you you fall in love with." I quoted Ms. Holliday, just adding one of my favorite words in there.

"You can't be in love with girls!" He whined like a little kid.

"I'm in love with Brittany." I stated, walking to the stairs, ignoring my dad telling me to come back. I walked up into my room, still trying not to cry, as I packed most of my things into my cheer bag, since that's the only bag I owned. I trotted back down the stairs, knowing my parents were going to attempt to yell at me till I turned straight again. Sometimes I wondered how their brains worked.

"Dad, you can't change this. I'm gay, I'm in love with my best friend, yeah, I think girls are hot. There's nothing you can do about it. So you can kick me out right now, and I'm never ever coming back, or you can let me stay, and learn to deal with it. I'm the same kid I've always been, just now you know. Things wouldn't change." I wanted desperately for him to hug me and tell me he loved me like he did when we were little, but it didn't at all surprise me when he said,

"Santana, get out."

"You guys are fucking wrong, you know that? You don't want this in your damn life? Well guess what, I don't either. But I can't change how I feel, and I've spent most of my life ignoring how I felt about Britt, so that I could please you guys. I'm done fighting it. You know, you guys really are shitty parents." I slammed the door behind me, and ran to my car, finally letting the tears spill out. I rested my head against the steering wheel, until I was calm enough to at least talk on the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Schue? Is it okay if I come over now?" I asked awkwardly.

"I'm not home, but I'll call Emma and let her know you're on your way. Do you remember where I live?"

"Yeah."I'll see you later Mr. Schue." I hung up the phone, remembering when we all met at his house the first year of Glee Club when we lost regionals to Vocal Adrenaline and Aural Intensity. I turned on the radio laughing at the song that was on. I remembered singing it in glee, or, watching everyone else sing it in Glee Club. I never really had a chance to, so why not now? It sure would fit the moment...I turned the volume up and started singing as loud as I could.

"It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M. Just put your paws up, 'cause you were born this way, baby. My mama told me when I was young, we are all born superstars. She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on, in the glass of her boudoir. "There's nothing wrong with loving who you are" She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, babe". "So hold your head up girl and you'll go far. Listen to me when I say"

"I'm beautiful in my way, 'Cause God makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way. Don't hide yourself in regret. Just love yourself and you're set, I'm on the right track, baby, I was born this way! Oh there ain't no other way. Baby I was born this way. Baby I was born this way! Oh there ain't no other way Baby I was born this way, I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way! Don't be a drag ‒ just be a queen, don't be a drag - just be a queen, don't be a drag - just be a queen. Don't be!"

"Give yourself prudence. And love your friends, Subway kid, rejoice your truth.
In the religion of the insecure I must be myself, respect my youth! A different lover is not a sin, Believe capital H-I-M (Hey hey hey) I love my life I love this record and, Mi amore vole fe yah!"

"Don't be a drag, just be a queen, whether you're broke or evergreen. You're black, white, beige, chola descent, You're Lebanese, you're orient. Whether life's disabilities Left you outcast, bullied, or teased. Rejoice and love yourself today 'cause baby you were born this way! "

"No matter gay, straight, or bi, Lesbian, transgendered life, I'm on the right track baby, I was born to survive. No matter black, white or beige Chola or orient made, I'm on the right track baby, I was born to be brave!"

"I was born this way hey! I was born this way hey! I'm on the right track baby I was born this way hey! I was born this way hey! I was born this way hey! I'm on the right track baby I was born this way hey!"

"Same DNA, but born this way. Same DNA, but born this way."

The song ended just as I pulled into Mr. Schue's neighborhood. I got out of the car and walked up to the door, knocking, and then standing stiffly behind it. Ms. Pillsbury opened it and let me in.

"Hi Ms. Pillsbury." I said, as she took my bag and let me in the house. I didn't even realize how late it was until I looked at the clock. 7:30? Glee ended around 3! How long did I stay with Brittany? Just thinking about her gave me a sudden urge to call her. I pulled out my phone, and had one missed message from my mom. You forgot you're toothbrush. That's all it said. I don't know why, but I started cracking up laughing. She was just yelling at me about how she did't agree with my life choices, and she texts me to tell me that I forgot my toothbrush? Reason number 2 adults bother me, they make no sense.

"Everything okay?" Ms. Pillsbury looked at me like she had no clue what was going on. Or maybe she always looks like that.

"Just fine."

"Are you hungry?" She asked me.

"A little bit, but it's okay, I'm usually hungry."

"Would you like a Peanut Butter and jelly sandwhich?"

I laughed at how little kiddish that was.

"Sure, I haven't had one in forever." I smiled at her.

"Yeah, most people haven't." She laughed, getting up and going into the kitchen to make me a sandwhich. Some people are just naturally nice. I mean, I probably made her OCD go over the top a few times, finding out about me "doing the dirty" as she liked to say, or walking in on me and some random football player in the janitors closet. Plus, my unnessicary comments about Carl the dentist. I mean, come on, that guy was hot, and I'm not even into guys! So yeah, she'd have every reason in the world to not like me, yet here she is making me the first PB&J sandwhich i've had in years. Maybe normal people are just better then what I'm used to. It sickened me to think that I, me, Santana Lopez was actually getting help from the ginger OCD freak and my spanish teacher! I mean, okay, I got help from Britt all the time. But most of the time if wasn't because I really needed help, it was because I wanted to see that look on her face when she thought she helped me with something. I never ever got help, or got scared, ever, yet here I am, sitting on the couch that belongs to Mr. Schue, getting help from adults who have every right in the world to hate me, and terrified to go into my own house. What love can do to people. I sighed, as I saw Ms. Pillsbury emerge from the kitchen. I put a smile on my face to cover how I really felt.

She brought out my sandwhich, handing it to me as Mr. Schue walked in the house.

"Hi Mr. Schue!" I yelled with a mouth full of the best PB&J sandwhich ever.

"Hey Santana, how are you?" He asked.

"Good, I ran into my parents, and they kicked me out for good, said some pretty mean things, but it's okay, I'm used to it by now." I lied. I didn't tell him it felt like someone grabbed my heard with a cold metal fist and ripped it out. Or like my brain was turned to ice, or how much I felt like a little kid, just standing there defensless as my parents critisized my life. I didn't tell him how if felt to have your mom and dad tell you that they can't love you because you don't love the person they want you to love. It's easier to lie. That's one of the things my parents taught me. Sure, it was harder in the long run, and it just made life more painful. But at least for the moment it was easy. I needed more that just my will to change to completely change who I am, to be who Britt wants me to be. I know she loves just the way I am, but she'd rather me be less of a bitch (the one thing I wont change) and be a little more open and nice to people. She just wants me to be happy.

"Don't worry, I won't be here for long. Just until I can find somewhere more permanent to stay." He just nodded, unsure of how to reply. I shrugged and continued eating my sandwich. Just today, I did so many things I'd promised myself I'd never do. All in one day. What was going on? This was so...un-Santana of me. I liked to beleive that this would all blow over in a few days and I'd be back to my normal self, but I knew I just couldn't be such a bitch to the people that were so accepting of me in the first place. Except Berry, she annoyed the shit out of me, and they encourage you to be yourself in Glee Club, right? What if me is just being a bitch to Rachel Berry when she acts like a snobby know it all. I didn't know what was going on with me, what was happening in my life. . All I knew, was that tomorrow would be great, I'd make sure of that, and Karofsky would finally get what he deserves.

"Santana...I know that face, the eyes and the smirk. You're plotting aren't you." Mr. Schue didn't even say it as a question. He knew me too well. I caught how he said plotting instead of thinking or planning. I just smiled innocently at him, even though I'm the farthest thing from innocent.

A/N- Hey guys, thanks for reading! PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks, next chapter should be up sometime nthis week, hopefully. And I'm almossstttt done with this...don't forget to review! (: And like, you all probably know this, but the song was Born This Way ...by lady GaGa...aha(: yeah like you most likely knew that, but whatever! I put it just in case some some people don't know! I mean, if they watch glee they would, i would hope, but sometimes you just never know ahha alright thanks and REVIEW!