Thanks so much for the reviews, you guys are awesomeee! :3 Anyway I'm glad y'all liked the previous chapter! Once again using Wordpad :P because Word still hates me and refuses to work right now. /dies. So yeah, all mistakes are my fault (and the QLD educations system for not teaching me how to spell properly ;D) Enjoy! (btw i try to reply to all of your reviews so check your inbox if you haven't already)
Brittany awoke to the pleasant warm feeling of the sun streaming through her window and her girlfriend's arms curled gently around her. She opened her eyes to see the dark skin of Santana's neck right before her. The blonde couldn't help the gentle, butterfly kiss she pressed to other girl's tan skin, before trying to snuggle further into her love's arms. She heard Santana give a contented sigh that let her know the girl was awake.
"Good morning, San," Britt whispered drowsily. Santana pulled away from the dancer long enough to give her a dazzling grin and a quick kiss on the nose.
"Morning, Britt-Britt," the Latina replied in her sexy, husky morning voice. The brunette let her fingers run just under the hem of Britt's shirt letting the blonde know that she was totally up for morning snuggles. Brittany was running a hand gently up the smooth skin of Santana's thigh under her short, silk night-gown when they both heard an engine rumble to a stop in the drive way. They pulled away and looked at each other before Santana swiftly rolled off her bed and strode to the window.
"Shit," Santana said softly, "what the hell is he doing home?" Her dad's Porsche had pulled up to the house and he was currently getting out of the car. The Latina spun around and hastily pulled some decent clothing from her closet for herself then some of the clothes Brittany had left at hers for when they sleep overs like the night before. She had pulled on a pair of jeans, taken off her night-gown and replaced it with a simple black t-shirt before Brittany had even detangled herself from the sheets of Santana's bed.
"Umm," Santana said, watching her girlfriend for a minute, thinking of something to explain her presence, "okay just come down when you're dressed."
Sleep over. A friendly sleep over is why Brittany was there. That's what she would tell her dad. Why in hell was he here anyway? So having a doctor for a father and a high-up corporate lawyer for a mother had it's perks. For one they were pretty wealthy. Santana's mom worked at a law firm a town over from Lima. The town was built at the side of a massive lake, and beside the lake was the Lopez vacation house. Cool right? Sort of. Santana's parents were generally never home because her mom worked right near their get away house and her dad worked nearer to it than he did to their real house. After work both of her parents were pretty wiped out so they didn't want to bother with driving back to the big house and would go straight to the lake-house. And two... ummm I'll get back to you on that one.
She had never before had a situation in which Brittany was over when her parents decided that it was time to actually check up on their teenage daughter. Santana bounded down the stairs and through the kitchen to meet her dad. She stopped short and almost teetered over when there were two people standing in the doorway instead of one. Her dad was holding a heavy suitcase beside Dave. Santana's eyes popped and she had to stop herself from tackling Dave in a huge hug. His ribs weren't healed yet and she didn't want to hurt him, so instead she glomped her dad with such force that he stumbled back a few steps.
"Muchisimas gracias papa!" She tried to shout with her head buried in his chest. It came out muffled but he got the point. Dr Lopez laughed and gently stroked his daughter's hair.
"It's okay, mija," he replied, "now would you mind letting me breathe?" Her dad grinned softly down at his baby girl. Santana blushed, embarrassed at her sudden out burst. Dave was shocked to see the brunette show someone such a display of affection. He grinned at her when she looked at him. The swelling had mostly gone down around his eye, and the skin had turned a deep purple-black. The poor guy had had way too many black eyes for a 17 year old. The bandage around his head was gone and a white patch was secured over his stitched cut. He was slightly hunched over, probably due to his broken ribs. He wouldn't be used to being able to walk about yet.
Dr Lopez made to walk past Santana with Dave's bags, but stopped again almost immediately.
"Erm, hello," he said uncertainly to someone. Oh crap, Santana had completely forgotten about Brittany. Would he believe her 'friendly sleep over' lie after he had seen them cuddling the day Dave was brought in? Let's hope so.
Santana looked past her dad to where Brittany was standing with a broad smile on her face.
"Hi!" She replied in a happy, Brittany voice. "I'm Brittany!" She extended a hand for the big man to shake. He took it.
"I know," Dr Lopez replied, "you can call me Carlos."
"You know?" Santana asked before she could think.
"Yes," he replied, "I've heard you talk about her, and you have pictures of the two of you in your room."
"You've been in my room?" The Latina was so confused. Her dad actually knew things about her! It was really sad that that had to come as such a shock.
He shrugged. "Your mother made me vacuum your floor once," he replied with a frown. After almost laughing at the expression on his face she decided to change the topic away from Brittany.
"Umm, Dave will be staying in the spare room?" She suggested. Dr Lopez nodded his head, smiling a little at his daughter's obvious discomfort. He once again started to take Dave's bags to his new room. Santana sighed in relief at her dad not asking any weird questions as to why Brit was over so early in the morning. She felt a single arm wrap around her shoulders and turned to smile up at Dave who was beaming down at her. It was good to see him so happy after everything that had happened. San led both Dave and Brittany to the lounge-room. A bit slowly because it was still hard for Dave to walk without pain.
They all sat down. "How did you go getting your stuff from your parent's house?"
"Your dad was really good, San. He basically walked up to my mom and told her to have all my stuff ready in bags at the front door when we come back. Then he took me to McDonalds," Dave replied, "when we got back she had done what he said." Dave said this last part a little incredulously. Santana didn't think his parents were the type to take orders from anyone. The Latina smiled as she remembered when her dad used to take her to get food after school sometimes when she was younger.
They all talked for a while until Dr Lopez came back downstairs. He gave Dave an assortment of pills to manage the pain of his broken ribs and cheekbone. He told him to take each pill twice a day and at what times to do so. He said that he could start going to school again after the weekend, only if he wanted to.
"If you think you need an extra week off school that's fine with me," Dr Lopez told Dave. He looked like he had finished until he added at the end, "David, I want you to know that you're safe here. No-one in this house will ever judge or hurt you for being who you are." He quickly looked at Santana when he said this last part.
After that Dr Lopez gave Santana a quick kiss on the forehead and said goodbye to Brittany and Karofsky. Brit commented on how nice San's daddy was before taking the brunette's hand and giving it a squeeze.
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Dave was still awkwardly sitting in an armchair when Santana started making lunch a few hours later. Brittany said she would have stayed another night but Lord Tubbington missed her when she stayed away from home for too long.
San brought Dave's sandwich out to him and he thanked her. She put on Death Race for them to watch while they ate. It was nice watching a movie with someone and having it not be a cartoon. Not that she didn't like cartoons. She generally liked most things Brittany did. Except for Berry. After they had finished their meal Santana took their plates to the kitchen and cleaned them. She kind of had to be a clean freak, basically living alone like she did. It had developed into a habit and now she cleaned Brittany's room for her almost everytime she was over. Brittany said that it was easier to find things when they were on the floor.
When she walked back into the lounge-room Dave was still there staring at a wall looking uncomfortable.
"Dave, seriously, you look really weirded out." She told him.
"Sorry," he replied softly, "I've just never really felt comfortable at other people's houses that's all."
Santana snorted, "Bro, this isn't another person's house. It's yours too now, so get off your ass and I'll show you around."
Dave grinned at her as best he could with a broken cheek bone.
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Karofsky started to feel alot better after the weekend so he decided to accompany Santana to school on Monday. People stared at them as they got out San's car together then walked down the halls of McKinley side by side.
The Latina heard little snippets of conversation as she walked past her fellow students. She heard; "Oh God, what happened to his face?" and even one, "I heard they're back together and she beats him." She thought Dave heard this one too because he shot the girl a venomous look before breaking into a fit of the giggles after they had passed the stupid cow. He really seemed to not care what these people were saying about him. Santana wished she could just disregard what other people said or thought about her. If she could she could come out to everyone and tell that her and Brittany were dating. That would be awesome.
She was so gone with thoughts of holding her girlfriend's hand and kissing her in the hallway that she didn't even notice the blonde approaching her and Karofsky. She was shocked by a pair of startlingly blue eyes staring into her own at a very small distance. She would have to cross her eyes to see Brittany's nose. Santana smiled and leant away.
"What are you doing, Britt-Britt?" She asked gently with a little grin at her girlfriend's cuteness.
"Seeing if you were still all in there," Britt frowned, "you didn't say hello."
Santana reached out and tried her best to smooth away the little lines between Brittany's eyebrows. She hated it when the blonde frowned. It seemed as though the world was lit up by the gorgeous dancer's infectious smile.
"Sorry baby," she said quietly after realizing how couple-y they were acting and removing her hand from her girlfriend's face. "I was just thinking about you is all."
Brittany's frown disappeared and she smiled so brilliantly that Santana felt her heart flutter a little bit. Dave had been watching the display and after realizing that the girls were wrapped up in their own little world right now he smiled and decided to leave them alone. He walked straight the guy's bathroom to see how his cheek was looking.
When he got inside and wrinkled up his nose at the rotten smell in there, he noticed Azimio washing his hands at the sink. Azimio saw him and his jaw dropped.
"Bro, what the hell happened to your face?" He asked in shock.
Dave shrugged, there was no use lying anymore now that it was out and the cops knew that his dad had been beating him. "My dad, man."
"Shit dude, I guess that's why you haven't been here, huh?" Azimio said in a hushed voice still shocked at his mate's appearance. "So what, are you staying with your grandparents or something now?"
"Nah man, they won't have me, I'm staying at Santana's place," Dave replied a little worried at where this conversation was going. He had decided the night after his dad had beaten the crap out of him that he would tell people the truth about his sexuality if it was ever brought up. They were in their last year of school so he wouldn't have to put up with bullying for too long, he was big and could defend himself and, well, he was the biggest homophobic bullier of the school so it would probably be pretty beneficial for other gay kids in the school if he came out. All of this didn't make him feel any better about telling people he was gay. It was a secret that had become so deep that he couldn't imagine just telling people willy nilly.
"How come they wouldn't let you stay? And Santana, are you guys back on or something?" Azimio asked, confused.
Dave took a long steadying breath before replying, "Santana and I aren't back together. We were never really together in the first place. My grandparents wouldn't let me stay with them because... well... they're homophobes."
Dave waited for a little while for Azimio to figure what he had just been told. The other boy's eyes widened in realization. Then he started laughing. "I knew it! All those rumours about Santana being a massive dyke were true! Hahaha holy crap bro you dated a lesbian, did she let you watch-." Azimio was cut off by Dave's fist in his jaw. Karofsky ignored the deep spike of pain under his arm and grabbed Azimio by the front of the shirt.
"Number one, I am gay you idiot! And two, if you ever call her that or talk about her like that again I will kick your ass!" Dave hissed into his now former friend's face before dropping him and spinning on his heel to leave the bathroom. When he got outside his hand immediately went to his side to grasp his wounded chest.
Now he was out of the moment, his chest was killing him. He managed to stumble into a nearby, deserted classroom before collapsing against the door, gasping.
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Santana was leaning against her locker looking into Brittany's gorgeous eyes from what she considered to be a safe distance when she saw Azimio stumbling down the hallway clutching his face, loudly and angrily grumbling about how a 'faggot' had just hit him. Santana stepped out into the hall to intercept him. When Azimio saw her he smashed into her with his massive shoulder, almost sending her to the ground before basically screaming "DYKE" into her face. He kept walking leaving her there stunned. Every single head in the hall turned to stare at her. After a moment of pure, pin-drop silence whispers started. Dyke? They were saying softly, is there something to what Azimio just said? Is the mighty Santana gay? It would explain the way she looks at Brittany.
The brunette's mouth parted slightly and before Brittany could stop her she was running. She sprinted around a corner or two before reaching a less crowded hallway where she turned into the nearest classroom. The bell to begin classes would sound soon but here she could take a silent minute to gather herself. It took her a second to realize she wasn't alone. She was about to order the person to get out when she saw that it was Dave slumped over a desk with his arm curled around his face. His fist was red. Oh, so now she knew who the 'faggot' was that had hit Azimio.
Santana put a gentle hand on Dave's back, making him jump. He hadn't heard her come in. He calmed down a little because it was just Santana. There was a sheen of sweat covering his forehead but after taking one of his pain tablets and letting the effects set in he was feeling better. San pulled up the chair beside him and they quickly exchanged stories. Dave's face contorted in rage when the Latina told him about how Azimio had rammed her and called her a dyke. So now she knew why Dave had hit the other guy. She berated him for getting into a fight when he was hurt. In any other cirsumstance she would have high-fived him for punching some homophobic douche-bag in the face but her friend was hurt and although she was moved she couldn't have him fighting for her.
"Do you wanna just get out of here and go home?" Dave asked tiredly. Santana grinned at him calling it home and nodded. Britts would be angry at her for ditching so she decided she would come back for Glee that afternoon to see her girl.
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Muchisimas gracia papa - Thank you so much dad
Bam firepower! So I thought that Dave's this massive guy and that since he was the head of the gay bullying at McKinley and he swapped sides he wouldn't really have too many problems with people trying to start shit with him. Then I remembered his side-kick! . If I get him out of the way I think I might be able to create a more or less safe coming out environment for Dave. Which, in turn, would help Santana in her coming out process, yes? OMG real life is so much easier. I just get drunk and tell people I'm gay. Going to try and make the next one have more Brittana fluff. :P So I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm so happy at the reviews I got on last chapter. (Which is cool 'cos I wrote it with a hang over.) Sooo keep 'em coming. I love you guyyyys xxxxx