Author's note: Thanks for keeping up with it! And for the reviews! If you have any ideas, etc. feel free to let me know!

I'm really sorry about the delay. I've been busy and lazy, but mostly lazy. I think the next chapter might be big, and I need to find a place to watch Born This Way because there is definitely a lot of Santana/Brittana in that episode, and I want to make sure I get it right.

I finally decide to talk to Brit and that's when Karofsky decides to slushie me. That's just great.

Santana was cleaning herself off after frickin' Karofsky slushied her when she was talking to Brittany. It was cold and wet and humiliating. And worst of all it was red which was one of the harder colors to clean off. Luckily she kept a spare set of clothes in her locker.

When she got home, Santana immediately went to shower. Not being a Cheerio anymore did have its drawbacks, mainly that she wasn't able to use the shower at school unless she had gym anymore.

By the time her parents got home, she was nice and clean and watching TV curled up on the couch.

"We're home Sofia, how was your day," Arizona asked her as she walked in the door.

"I got slushied today," she said without looking away from the TV.

All three of her parents shared a look. They knew how big of a deal getting slushied was at McKinley, and they also knew that this was Santana's first slushie.

"Who slushied you?" Callie asked as the three of them sat on the couch around her.

"Dave Karofsky," she replied in a clipped tone.

"Isn't he the one that was bullying your friend Kurt?" Mark asked.

"The one and the same, though technically the whole football team bullied him, Karofsky was just the worst."

"So how do you feel?" Arizona asked, suddenly feeling like a therapist. She didn't like the feeling.

"I'm angry. And kind of scared. I haven't told anyone other than Brittany about how I feel, but I'm worried that people might be noticing. I'm not ready to deal with all of that. I'm not as brave as Kurt. I don't want people to talk behind my back about me," she said, her tone changing from furious to a whisper.

"I'm sure everything will be fine," Callie said to her. "From what you've told me about Karofsky, it sounds like he just has something out for the whole Glee club. I doubt he suspects anything about your feelings."

"I hope so," she said. "Oh. Today during Glee Mr. Schue tried to get us to sell taffy to raise money for Nationals and for the Brainiacs."

"Taffy? That stuff sucks," Mark commented. "And who are the Brainiacs?"

"They're the academic team at school. They also are going to a competition but don't money to go. Some of the Glee members are on it, Artie, Mike, Tina, and Britt."

"Brittany? Brittany Pierce?" Mark, Callie, and Arizona asked in unison.

"Yeah. They were short a member so they bribed her. It turns out she knew a lot about one of the categories and actually helped them win," she explained.

"Okay," Callie said. "So, taffy. How much do we have to buy?" she asked as she cringed. She hated salt water taffy.

"None. Miss Holiday convinced Mr. Schue to do a Night of Neglect instead. We put on a show, so we sing and people pay to come and see us," she told them.

"When is it?" Arizona asked, relieved. She didn't like taffy either.

"Next Friday."

"Crap," Arizona said. "I'm on call that night. I'm sorry sweetie, I won't be able to go and see you sing."

"Shoot, me either," Callie said. "I'm on call too."

Hearing this, Santana was secretly relieved. Although she loves her mom and mama, she still wasn't ready for people at school to know about her home life. It seemed okay with Rachel and her two dads, but she didn't also have her mom living with them and have an active part in her life.

"Well, it looks like it's just me that'll be going then," Mark said with a smile.

"I haven't been able to see you perform yet; I'm looking forward to it!"

On the night of the performance, Santana led Mark to the auditorium and seated him in the best seat in the house. On her way back to the rest of the group, she walked into a confrontation between Kurt, Blaine, and Karofsky.

"You're real brave with your fists, but you're a coward when it comes to the truth," Kurt angrily told Karofsky.

This can't end well.

"The truth about what?" Santana asked as she walked up to the three of them.

"It's none of your business ," Karofsky replied bitterly.

"First of all, anything you do became my business when you decided to toss that slushie up in my grill," Santana told him as she got up into his face.

"I think I can take a couple of queers and a girl," Karofsky spat out.

"Hah. Okay, here's what's gonna go down. Two choices: you stay here and I crack one of your nuts, right or left that's your choice, or you walk away and live to be a douche bag another day. Oh and also, I have razor blades hidden in my hair. Mhmm. Tons. Just all up in there," Santana said.

Karofsky stopped for a moment before becoming frustrated. He looked like he was going to hit her, but he just turned around and stormed away.

"We could have handled that," Blaine told her.

"It was more fun doing it together," she replied before checking her phone that just received a message.

"Crap."

When Santana stepped onto the stage, she instantly relaxed. There was something soothing about being on the stage. Although she won't admit it, she can see why Rachel likes it so much.

As the music started, she looked into the audience. All that was left of the already small audience was Kurt, Blaine, her dad, and Mr. Ryerson.

Her song went off without a hitch; it seems that Mr. Ryerson had somehow acquired more taffy to keep his comments to himself.

As she finished her song, she heard her dad yell, "Way to go Santana!" followed by a large amount of applause. Her dad was soon accompanied by Kurt and Blaine complimenting her performance.

On the way home, Mark couldn't stop gushing about her performance.

"I can't believe I wasn't able to make it to your other performances! You're amazing Sophia!"

"Thanks Dad," she said with a smile. She was glad that he finally got to see her sing, and not just behind Rachel and Finn, but her own song.

"Your friend Kurt seems nice too," he mentioned, as he talked to him and Blaine while they were waiting for her to finish up backstage. "Blaine as well."

"He is, well when he's not being a diva, but he is. Blaine too."

"Maybe you could have them over sometime," he said. "I'm sure they'd understand about our family."

"I'll think about it," she said.