A/N: I deem this a boring chapter… some stuff goes down but better stuff goes down next chapter. Please review.
Sunday came with a lazy start. She woke late, dragging her feet as she showered; slouching into her clothes as she dressed. She'd talked to Rachel and her fathers the night before, agreeing to meet for a late brunch at the Berry house. They rode over in the quiet of the drive, Santana sitting in the back seat, her parents making a point not to allow her to drive her own car—there would be no storm outs. She knew her father would have to out her for her condition, and it changed the severity of the punishment she was sure Rachel would be subjected to. She felt bad already; feeling immediately worse when she realized she would be limited to spending time with her.
The sigh that barreled out of her chest as her father pressed the door bell to the Berry residence was an unintentional hitch and release of breath, the steadying one that followed when Rachel opened the door, however, was completely intentional. They exchanged pleasantries as Rachel led them to the living room, her father offering them all tea as they settled into the loveseats. If Rachel was scared, there were no indications on her face, her rigid posture and crossed legs were still; she seemed well prepared for the worst. The room was quiet as both Rachel's fathers waited patiently for their gathering to start. Rachel and Santana had been vague over the phone the night before when they made arrangements to meet. The air was a thick block of tension, both girls sitting cross legged across from each other—both anxious. Her mother spoke first.
"It's actually really nice to meet the men who raised such a pleasant girl like Rachel. We enjoy having her over."
The Berry's looked between them, nodding as they sipped their tea, returning the compliment. Santana's parents nodded back, her father continuing the conversation
"However, it has come to our attention that our girls are… dating. While this would normally not be a problem with either of us, we are worried due to Santana's current…condition, and state of mind, they are behaving irresponsibly."
Rachel's father spoke up, his dark chocolate hands contrasting against the porcelain tea cup.
"I don't understand, Rachel told me they weren't dating; right, Rach?"
Rachel stared at her lap.
"Well we weren't, Daddy—we are now…"
Her father sat stone faced, her other father grabbing his hand and continuing the conversation.
"It will be dealt with. Rachel will not be allowed to do a lot of things for the next few weeks, seeing Santana will be one of them. Maybe she will be able to earn back her privileges before the school year ends—"
Rachel rolled her eyes, staring right into Santana's face as Mr. Lopez interrupted her father.
"We have recently discovered that the girls have been…active, while we haven't been home. Consequently, Rachel will not be allowed over, or out with Santana; at least until my daughter learns how obey the rules."
"Active; sexually active? Rachel, we talked about this."
"Daddy it's not that serious—"
Rachel's father stood up, he rubbed his balding head and removed his glasses, pacing in front of the coffee table.
"It is, Rachel. You are disrespecting every rule we ever trusted you to follow. You were supposed to talk to us about this; Rachel—I know you think it's different because it's another girl, that because you can't get pregnant it's not the same thing; but you've been sneaking around, lying and having sex, Rachel. This is disgraceful."
Rachel was quiet. She was twisting her hands in her lap, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. Santana sat across from her, wanting more than anything to go over and give her a hug. She'd made Rachel cry once, on a day where her testosterone levels were raging and she was just so frustrated about everything. She made a point not to see her cry again, and it was killing to sit still while their parents talked about the repercussions of their behavior.
"I am also entitled to let you know of Santana's condition."
Santana's head snapped to her side.
"Dad, that's none of their business—"
Her father put his hand up.
"Santana is intersexed. And until a few months ago, she had no carnal use of her…penis."
Santana's face dropped. Her cheeks were crimson, dark against the tan of her skin.
"Intersex? As in; hermaphroditic? Rachel's not pregnant is she? This will not be one of those talks, will it?"
Her father sat down, pulling his glasses back on his face, drinking the rest of his tea out of his cup with shaky hands.
"No Mr. Berry, it won't be. Santana is in the final stages before undergoing surgery in June. She is sterile; however, I would suggest that you setup a gyno visit for Rachel."
She was shaking her head, she was livid. Her father was always the doctor. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the conversation to end.
"This information is privileged, of course."
Rachel's father nodded at the lawyer word, standing as they all stood to leave.
"Well, Rachel is going to be grounded for a few weeks. If you find her at your house, feel free to give us a call."
"Same here, thanks for meeting with us."
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"All you had to do was tell the truth, Rachel. All this lying and hiding things from us is so unlike you. Did you at least protect yourself, Rachel?"
"Santana can't get me pregnant…"
"I thought you were smarter than this, Rachel. Did you use condoms?"
She shook her head.
"We talked about sex, Rachel. We told you about the infections and the diseases; you also told us when you were ready you would come to us; that you would still take the proper precautions. I am so disappointed in you."
Her Daddy was pacing in front of her, his usually sweet features knotted in frustration. Her Dad was sitting in his office, talking to her Rabbi.
"When I asked you if you were together, why did you think you had to lie to me?"
"I wasn't lying Daddy, we weren't."
"You snuck around and lied to us. You could have easily told me the truth when I gave you the chance. I'm not even as angry as I should be, Rachel. I understand that you're going to be curious, and I hoped we prepared you for taking that step—but I am so hurt that you would openly lie to me. I feel like I can't trust your word anymore. If your father or I wind up leaving the state, you will be checked on periodically by Mrs. Byers next door. You will not be allowed to go out with Santana, or anyone else for that matter. You will go to school, stay for after school activities and come home. If I speak with any of your teachers and I find out you skipped class, or were even late, I will personally start picking you up."
Rachel only nodded.
"I will not take your cell phone. But if I find out you're disobeying anymore of my rules, I'm taking that too. Rachel, we have no problems with who you like. We have no problems in you exploring your sexuality, nor with you dating anyone you deem fit. But since you have to lie and scheme to be with your girlfriend, you will not be able to do any of these things until you are mature enough to handle the responsibilities that come with those things. Do you understand?"
Rachel only nodded, not letting the tears in her eyes fall before being dismissed. She trudged up to her room and grabbed her cell phone. She sent her text and lay down on her bed to sulk.
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Santana got her text on the ride home, her parents quiet in the front seat. She was angry at them, steaming that they thought it necessary to tell her secret. She read the text again, the quick 'meet me at lunch Monday' made her smirk. She was going to continue to do as she pleased; she was never in trouble too long.
"Ana, we are keeping you home tomorrow. You will visit with Dr. Jennings to talk about your final decision."
"What? What about it, nothing changed."
"Santana, if you can't be adult enough to make the right decisions, we aren't sure you are ready to make such an important decision like this one. He will see you tomorrow and you can go back to school on Tuesday."
She rolled her eyes.
"You have no right to be upset, Ana. Had you told us that the two of you were dating, you could have easily avoided this…"
"Whatever."
"Don't take that tone with your father, Ana."
"This is bullshit. We had sex, so what? Why is it such a big deal? Most girls don't even wait as long as I did; if I was a guy you'd be patting me on the back—I'm over this double standard crap—"
"Santana!"
The car quieted. Her mother never raised her voice; ever. She sat back, her arms still crossed over her chest.
"Don't be disrespectful. You are not a boy, you are a young lady. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from my daughter. Period. We've been completely understanding for too long, and we gave you room for too long to make your own decisions. Your behavior brings into question every privilege you've ever earned. You had sex. You had sex under the guise of a platonic relationship behind our backs. You lied to us, when you understand the right way to do things, you will be allowed to get back to formally introducing us to your girlfriend. And wipe that smirk off your face."
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"Santana. We need to talk about your surgery decision."
Dr. J was sitting in front of her, her parents sitting outside talking to the intake nurse as usual. She honestly didn't know anymore about what she was going to do.
"If you use the tissue off my penis to make me…function or whatever—how close will it be to the real thing?"
"Well, Santana, if the nerve endings adapt, it will stay erogenous. You could get pleasure similar to what you currently feel, if you feel any now, and you could possibly have a very healthy sustaining sex life in the future."
"How long will that take?"
"Well…there is a copious amount of healing time to take into account. You will have stitches that need to heal, and the skin grafts will have to settle, we have to make sure you can use the bathroom without hitch or infection. A few months of healing is a safe bet."
"And if that stuff doesn't happen, I will basically lack a sex drive?"
"Not necessarily. You will lack a functioning clitoris. You will need to find other ways to better prepare yourself for sexual intercourse. All won't be lost, however."
"What happens if I keep both?"
"Well you will keep full functioning of your penis, as well as full use of your vagina. We see no abnormal growths or testicular tissue, and your female reproductive organs are not threatened. Your penis is still growing however, so you may see changes. Your hormone levels might fluctuate for a few months, but once you stop growing it should stabilize again."
"So if I keep both…it's a win-win?"
"Well, somewhat. You don't have to bother with the repercussions of the surgery. You will continue to go through puberty, and eventually level out. I don't know what it means for your psychological development, or your self image, Marian would better fit to help with that, but scientifically, there is nothing wrong with keeping things they way they are, as your body is built for your kind of anatomic differences."
"What about babies?"
"Well, your vagina and all of your reproductive organs are intact and functioning almost normally. You may run risks of atopic births, but we won't be sure until you actually decide to go through with a pregnancy. You can't do anything silly like get yourself pregnant, however—you may send more testosterone to the fetus during birth; which may have side effects. But you will never be able to produce semen, so overall you would probably have as risky a birth as your mother had with you, but once again, we won't know until you're ready to take that step."
Santana sat in front of him. She stared around the office she had gotten so accustomed to, into the face of her lifelong doctor, her confidant.
"I think…I think I am going to stay how I am."
"Just make sure this decision suits you. Make sure you take into account all of the things you've realized, and let me know. I will keep the appointment; if you show up, we will go through with it, if you don't, then so be it."
She nodded and stood from her chair, walking out of the office for what she felt like would be the last time.
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Tuesday fell abruptly in her lap, the happenings of the weekend still fresh on the precipice of her mind. It was the last week of school before Christmas break, and Santana had texted her late Sunday night, letting her know she'd be at the doctor on Monday and that she would be back to meet her during lunch the following day. Rachel was going insane having her fathers all involved in her schedule, and she was honestly waiting for school to hurry up the night before so she could talk to Santana. They met in the first floor handicapped bathroom, locking the door before coming together in a thrash of fingertips and rough kisses. Santana pulled back first, staring hard at Rachel, speaking aloud in the quiet of the room.
"I'm not going through with surgery. I didn't notice how nervous I was about it."
Rachel just shook her head.
"I'm grounded for a month. But I was thinking, if I can sneak over to Brittany's you can just come pick me up and drop me off the next morning. She already said it would be okay…"
"Yea we will figure it out."
They were staring at each other, swallowing the other whole with glances.
"We have a half hour…left in lunch I mean…"
She lifted Rachel up onto the sink, snaking her panties under her thumbs as she dragged them down.
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"Come on, Puck—you know her better than anybody else."
"Finn, I'm the Puckerone. She digs me. She doesn't do boyfriends. Ever man."
"I'm not even trying to go out with her. I just want to—you know, repair my rep."
Puck laughed.
"Well get that early arrival thing handled, dude."
"Look—you used to sneak into her room Mondays right? How far did you guys go? She played me man, in front of the whole school. I need payback."
"Payback? Dude, you don't do revenge against Santana Lopez. She'll like, castrate you. Just let this one go."
"Rachel told me she's dating some chick."
Puck averted his eyes.
"You know who she is? Man, spill it."
"I don't know who it is—"
"It's Santana isn't it? That's who we were talking about—then you go all Jew guilty on me. Man it makes so much sense."
"Dude, you're wro-"
"Thanks Puck—I'll be back on top in no time!"
He watched as his giant friend ducked out of his room, leaving him there to officially shit his pants.
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Wow that took me forever… I did some cuts, so it's not as long as it should have been. Next chapter gets into the last two lunchtime rendezvous before the Christmas breaks. It also deals with the Finn Revenge that may or may not blow up in his face… Look forward to disobedient kids and fun kinky sex. Review!