Word is back up and running! Woohoo! Maybe with spellcheck on I won't sound like so much of an inbred hick ;) Well here's good old chapter 12. Hope you enjoy and find the time to review :D
This really wasn't as bad as Santana had thought it would be. Sure occasionally people would look in their direction and sometimes make a quiet unheard comment to their friends about the pair. But there wasn't any drastic bullying going on. Maybe that was because, instead of throwing ice cold slushies in their faces, Dave was walking stoically behind them. His bruises still stood out but thankfully, less.
This was what the Latina had been thinking until, ironically, a wave of blue slushie coated both her and Brittany. Santana took her hand away from her girlfriend's to wipe the sticky substance out of her eyes. Her mouth was hanging slightly open and she glared daggers at the Cheerio who was grinning at her with an empty paper cup in her hand.
"Sorry Santana," she smirked, not sounding sorry at all, "Maybe you can get your girlfriend to lick it off for you?" The other cheerleaders behind the girl cackled cruelly at the badly executed lesbian joke. The comment was enough to shock her back to her senses and look over to Britt. The blonde was covered in ice blue slush and her bottom lip was trembling as she tried not to cry. That bitch was making Britt-Britt cry.
Santana's small fist rocked out and connected solidly with the cheerleader's nose. She heard a sickening crunch and before the girl even had a chance to cry out in pain, Santana had grasped her head and slammed it against the lockers beside them. She was launching herself at the other cheerleaders when a strong arm wrapped around her waist. This was getting way too familiar. Why the hell did people always hold her back when she was trying to get her brawl on?
It turns out that Coach Beiste had witnessed the whole scene and had stepped in to intervene when she saw the Latina get violent. Santana was dragged to the principal's office with a sad, cold Brittany following them. Coach Beiste quickly explained the situation to Figgins while Britt and San huddled together outside the office. Beiste motioned them to go inside when she left to go see if the other girl had been tended to.
"Sit down girls," Figgins said with a sigh. "Now, tell me what happened."
"Are you blind?" Santana asked loudly. "They slushied us! That bitch had what was coming to her."
"Coach Beiste tells me that words were exchanged after the slushying?" Figgins prompted, ignoring the Latina's foul mouth and attitude. He had come to accept that no amount of detentions would make her act civil when she was angry.
Santana fell silent at this. Did the principal know about her and Britt? Did it matter? Brittany ended answering for them.
"She said mean things to us," the blonde replied with a sniffle. Santana was slightly shocked that Britt had gotten the insult. She put a comforting hand on the girl's knee and elaborated for their principal.
"It looks like someone's taken the homophobic regime over from where Dave left off," she said slowly trying to see whether Figgins had grasped what she said. His eyes widened after a moment and he glanced down to where the girl's had clasped their hands together.
"Oh," he murmured. "Well it doesn't matter who started it. That was a very violent display, Ms Lopez, and I'm going to have to call your father. That girl could have been hurt." Santana resisted the urge to tell him that it was her intention to hurt that skanky cheerleader ho.
She had been in this office enough times for fighting for Figgins to know that he should call Santana's dad instead of her mom. He ended up ringing Britt's mom to come pick her up as well so she could go home and get all that slushie off her clothes and hair. Santana, however, had been sent home for a two week holiday. Great, another suspension. Her dad was going to give her that 'I'm so disappointed in you' look and her mom was going to tear her a new one. She didn't know which she was dreading more. Her father's opinion of her meant a lot to her.
When they were waiting just outside the office for Britt's mom to come out after having a quick word to Principal Figgins, Santana gave her girl a chaste kiss that tasted surprisingly like blueberries.
"I'm sorry I let her do that to you Britty," Santana whispered into the blonde's hair as they hugged, "I won't let anyone do something like that to you again."
Brittany pulled away from their hug and she frowned at the brunette. "I wasn't sad that she tipped slushie on me, San. It's blue and it tastes nice. I wasn't even sad that she said that mean thing to us," Britt explained gently, "I was sad because I knew you were going to hurt her. You know I hate it when you get angry and get into fights. I like to see you all happy and nice. It makes me happy." She whispered that last part to the floor.
"Oh, Britt," Santana almost whimpered as she pulled the blonde in for another hug. The dancer giggled at the squelching sound the slushie made as they pushed their bodies together. "I love you."
"I love you too, San," Britt said with a smile as she leant down a little to kiss her girlfriend. It was soft and gentle and it was ended by a small cough. Santana jerked back to look at Britt's mom.
"Mrs Pierce, I can explain-," Santana said quickly before she was cut off.
"Honestly girls you aren't as stealthy as you think you are," the older woman laughed. "Come on Brittany, we should get you home and cleaned up." She put her hand on Santana's shoulder and looked at her with concern in her eyes. "Is someone coming to pick you up, sweetie?"
Santana was still slightly shocked at the fact that Mrs Pierce had known about them and she looked over to Britt who was just beaming her little, 'life is so awesome' smile. San blinked a couple times before replying, "Yeah my dad should be here to pick me up soon."
"Okay honey, I'll see you later. You should come around for dinner soon, Indie misses you," Mrs Pierce told her before wrapping an arm around her daughters shoulders and leading her out of the school. Britt waved over her shoulder to San who smiled back. It was nice to know Britt's little sister missed her. She was a cool kid.
Santana had almost forgotten that her dad was going to be picking her up. Damn, she would have to leave her car here. As she was thinking this, Dr Lopez strode into the room. He barely glanced at her before going into Figgins' office and taking a seat. He had been through this enough to know the procedure. The adults were in there for all of five minutes before Dr Lopez re-emerged and led Santana from the school with a steady hand on her shoulder.
He didn't talk until they were both sitting in his Porsche. He turned to her with what looked like a defeated expression on his face.
"This is the third fight you've been in this year!" He sounded confused. "What is going on, mija? What was it this time? She looked at you funny?"
Santana felt tears prick in her eyes and not the fake ones she used to use to get out of trouble when she was younger. She turned away from her father to look out the window and inconspicuously wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Mija," he said, softer this time, as he gently took her chin and turned her face back to him.
Santana let out a sob and buried her face in her hands. She felt her father's strong arms wrap around her. "Papa, they hate me! I didn't think it would be so hard," she sobbed into his shirt, "I didn't think they would go for her too. She's so sweet and she's never done anything to hurt anyone!"
Dr Lopez thought about what she was saying for asking his soft question, "Brittany?"
Santana cried harder but nodded against his chest. "They hate me because of what I am. I hate being wrong!"
Dr Lopez stopped patting his daughter's back and pulled away from her. The look in his eyes was something akin to anger. Oh God he had figured it out and now he would hate her.
"Don't you ever let me hear you talk that way again! You are not wrong no matter what anyone says!" Santana was shocked at his words. "Do you love her?" He asked softly.
Santana hesitated before slowly nodding her head. "Then how can your love be wrong?" He asked so gently she almost started crying again. "You love her and she loves you, right? I see nothing wrong with that." Santana pulled her dad in and hugged him again. He was so right. Nothing that had anything to do with Brittany could be wrong. The girl was perfect. San wiped her tears and offered her dad a watery smile.
Dr Lopez looked down at the blue stain on his white work shirt and couldn't help but laugh a little. "This is what bullies do nowadays?" He shook his head and drove them home. He still had a lot of things to talk to his daughter about. He wasn't going to let her get away with assaulting someone but he was going to go a little easier on her this time. Maybe he would neglect to tell Mrs Lopez about what had happened.
That was a short one, huh. Sorry! Next time I'll try to make it longer :D Hope you guys can review 'cos you know it makes me smile like a dumbass :P Hope you liked eeet.