Chapter 9
Disclaimer: i do not own glee
Santana POV
I was in bed with Brittany when I heard a noise from outside the bedroom door. I gently lifted Brittany up and laid her on the bed so I wouldn't wake her. After covering her with the covers I crept out of our bed room door and headed down stairs. I walked in the kitchen to find Sam snooping through the refrigerator. "What are you doing?" Sam jumped and hit his head on the fridge door, "shit, what are you doing down here." "Hey, watch you damn mouth. I'm sure your mom doesn't want you cussing. Now what are you doing up this late, don't you have school or something." "I'm just trying to get some juice." "It's a little late, I'm sure you should be in bed." "It's a little late I'm sure you shouldn't be in my mother's bed." This little sucker got a mouth on him. The hell is his problem. What happened to the little boy who would follow me around like a lost puppy?
I shook my head, "I don't have anywhere else to go. Your mom is my only friend here in town." "Then why aren't you on the couch whether in my mom's bed." "Look... you're a little young..." "No, I'm not young. I'm fourteen in high school. You can't talk to me like I'm a child anymore. I know all about you and my mom's relationship. I know about lesbians, gays, bisexuals, all there is to know about you and my mom. Most of all I know about abandonment so don't talk to me like I'm so child." I was stunned; this definitely wasn't the little boy I was used to. Sam wasn't little anymore. He was older, a young man, and he seemed quite hurt. I hurt a lot of people when I left but I definitely didn't mean to hurt Sam or Rachel. I never wanted to hurt the kids, they had been through enough. Apparently abandonment was the last thing they needed, I needed to find out if Rachel felt the same way, and this was on my list of things to do. "I was nine when you left. I didn't forget about you Santana. You were my friend too. You didn't just leave mom you left me and Rachel as well. Mom cried for days when you left. Rachel, Rachel didn't want to talk to anyone. You come back and think everything will be fine. We can be one big happy family. Well it isn't that easy!"
Sam was breathing heavily. His pale face filled with emotion was now beet red. His hands were clenched and tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. My face softened when I looked at the boy. The teen that has grown in to such a passionate person. He's just trying to protect his family. He is still the little boy I first met, who just wants someone who won't leave him. I walked over towards him and place a firm grip on his shoulder. He lowered his head trying to hide his tears. "I'm sorry Sam I didn't realize that when I left home I didn't just leave Brittany, but her two beautiful and smart children. I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry that I hurt your mom and sister as well, but I promise if you give the chance I will try my hardest and making it up to all of you." Sam wiped his eyes furiously, but the tears kept streaming down. After a losing battle, he just held his arm over his eyes and nodded his head. I smiled at his adorableness; this was still my little trouty mouth. His lips still seem too big for his face, even if he grew in the past five years. I shook my head at him trying to be an adult, "do you remember what I gave to you the last time we met up?" "Yea, you gave me a box to hold onto. You told me to never open it unless you told me to. You said I had to be a solider and be strong for my mom and sister. I was the man of the house. My first job was to hide the box, and not tell anyone I have it."
"I didn't think you would keep it. I figured that after I left you would be angry and just get rid of it. I was beginning to think that you hated me." "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I looked up to you. I remember seeing you more than my own father. Back then I wasn't too sure what was going on between you and my mom, but it didn't matter. You made her happy, you made her smile and that's all I really cared about. I was mad at you because you weren't there to protect us when dad got angry. Dad told me no matter what happens I was supposed to be on his side. I had to protect him." "You didn't have to listen to him Sam" "who did I have to listen to? You weren't there, and he was my father." I tried to reach for him again, but he pulled away. "I'm going back to bed, if you're going to sleep in my mom's room, could you at least fold up the covers on the couch. Mom likes to keep the house clean." Sam pointed towards the couch. "Oh, that's my friend; I brought her to the house when you were sleep." "I wasn't sleeping, I was playing call of duty, and there is no one on the couch. Sam walked upstairs leaving me wide eyed.
I walked over towards an empty couch and I was beyond pissed. I checked the bathroom, basement, and even got desperate and checked the closets. I opened the front door to check outside, I walked out a few feet and kicked over something. When I looked down, sitting on the porch were two mugs. I clenched my teeth, two mugs, damnit. I shut the door after grabbing the two mugs and quickly, but quietly rushed up the stairs. "Please, please please still be in your room." I whispered to myself. I knocked on Rachel's door and when I didn't get an answer I cracked the door open. Rachel was definitely not in her bed. "Shit, shit, shit, damn teenager, damn Quinn." I creped pass Brittany's door and knocked on Sam's door. Sam walked out rubbing his eyes, "what?" "How are you sleeping already brat, you just got up here." "Whatever I want to sleep so speak quickly." I rolled my eyes this smart mouth little bastered was going to be the death of me. "What's your sister phone number?" "Why, my mom isn't enough, you feel you need to hit on all the women in the house. You know she is still underage, I'm sure you can get charges for like rape or something." "Look shut the hell up it isn't like that; look your sister is missing and I think she is with my friend." Sam huffed and then went into his room to retrieve his phone and highlighted his sister's number. I lifted the phone to my ear listening to it ring, Rachel picked up, "Put her on the phone."