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"It's been two days, Santana."

"I'm well aware of that, Kurt! Do you think I can't read time? What am I supposed to do all the way from over here?"

"Maybe you should come look for her. You know her like no one else, Santana. You'd be able to find her. Her parents are freaking out. Even the police are looking. She's not answering her phone. Everyone's really worried. She hasn't shown up at your place, has she?"

"Welll... gee. I didn't even think of that! Let me go check for the thousandth time. Oh, you know what? You were right. She's been sitting on my front porch for two days. I'm so stupid. YES! I've been checking."

"Wow. Okay. Just think about it, okay?"

"I will. Sorry, I'm just freaked out. Cya, Kurt."

"Bye."

Santana sighs as she hangs up the phone. She's really worried. Brittany is nowhere to be found. Maybe Kurt's right: she should go find Brittany. It's not like she hasn't thought about it. Her dad gave her a credit card for 'times of emergencies'. This definitely counts as an emergency. But, she's scared. Because her mom and dad are going to want to know why she needs to go out there and look for Brittany. They're going to tell her that she has stuff to do here and that the police are looking for Brittany so there's not much more Santana can do. And they're right. She probably won't be that big of a help. But she doesn't want to have to explain to them that Brittany is her life. She needs to at least know she tried to find her.

Santana cautiously walks out of her bedroom and creeps into the kitchen, where her parents are eating dinner. She told them she wasn't hungry and they left her alone for once.

They both look up when she walks into the room as if they know something drastic is about to happen, even bigger than the time Santana and Brittany caused the microwave to explode. Man, that was a fun cooking experiment.

"Uh... Mom? Dad? I need a favor."

"What is it sweetie?"

"Brittany's still missing and I want to go to Lima and find her. I'm really worried."

"Don't they have the police looking for her? What more can you do?"

"I need to at least try to find her. She's my best friend."

Her parents smile sympathetically but her mom responds, "You're needed here, Santana. They'll find her. Don't worry."

"No."

"No?" Concern etches over their faces.

"I... I'm going. Whether you say I can or not! I'm going to go find her. I'm going to jump on a frickin' plane... I'll drive if I have to!"

Her parents don't look surprised. She's always been stubborn. "We won't allow you to go, Santana. You need to let the police handle this."

"The police don't know Brittany like I do!" She's almost yelling know, but she no longer cares. "She's my best friend!"

"I know, sweetie, but you're not going to be any help... Besides, there will be other friends."

She can't believe her dad just said that. Are they that blind? "No, Dad! Mom! There won't be another Brittany, okay? I frickin'... love her? All right?"

Her parents' eyes widen at her outburst. "We know you love her, darling, and she's a great friend but-"

"NO! YOU DON'T GET IT!... I'M... I'M G-GAY! OKAY?"

Dead silence. Not like, semi-dead or unconscious, but absolutely silent. Very, very silent. So silent that you could hear a pin drop from the country of Africa in the middle of the Sahara all the way over here, in South Carolina... That's the weight of the silence she felt as it attempted to swallow her whole.

Her mother only laughs. "Honey, you don't know what you're saying. You're not gay."

Well, gee, mom, I guess you're right. I've just been lying to myself all this time... what the heck? "Yes, I am."

"No, you're not! This is just a phase, that's all. Sweetie, with all the stress from moving-"

She cuts her dad off. "THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MOVING, OKAY? Exercising like a maniac was a phase! Wanting to be an artist was a phrase! Talking like James Bond for a few months when I was eight because he sounded cool was a phase! This is not a phase! I've been gay my whole life! I. like. Girls! And I always will! And I love Brittany... so I'm going to go find-"

Her mother stands up. "Santana. Go to your room. You are talking nonsense. You are not going anywhere, young lady! No Lopez has been or will ever be gay. No one will ever choose that sort of...of lifestyle. It's wrong."

The rage builds in her because she knows in her heart that she didn't choose this. How dare they say that who she is, is wrong? How dare she say gay like it's some sort of incurable disease? "I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS! I didn't want to be gay! Why would you ever think I chose this? One day I just woke up and thought, well, shit, I'm bored with my life, and since going to Disneyland is out of the question at the moment, I guess I'll just turn gay!"

"SANTANA! Watch your language!"

"No, dad. No, mom. I am who I am. Don't tell me to watch my language when you are so close minded that you don't even see that there's nothing wrong with me!"

With that, she grabs her purse and car keys and storms out of the house.

And, right now, she's not sure she'll ever return.

Brittany puts down the hairbrush and attaches another bow to the dog's hair as she starts to sing, "Chocolate cake. Chocolate cake. Lalalalalala. Chocolate cake. I like cake. Mmm... Cakey-cake. Cakey-cake... Do you like cake, Mr. Doggy? You look so pretty! I think this will help you meet the ladies. They like a man to look nice, you know." The dog stares at her like he's not sure if he should run while he has the chance.

"Brittany, dear, would you set the table?"

"Okay!" She tries to skip to the dining room. Skip-hop. Or was it hop-skip. Or skip-skip hop? I wonder if we're having cake tonight. I wonder if I should save a piece for when Santana comes... Cake cake... cakey-cake.

I apologize for this semi-short chapter but I'll update this weekend with longer chapter, I promise. I hope it hasn't been too sad or anything. And now... I made a poem for you all:

Hi people.

You are great.

You are all awesome, mates.

If we ever meet, it will be fate.

Doesn't this song really rate?

It's really late, on this date.

Wow. Is this poem bad, Kate?

The end.

Yep. So that... sucked. haha. Especially since I don't really know that many people named Kate. I wasn't really trying, obviously. Please review. You are all amazing and awesome people. Maybe Brittany will even save a piece of cake for you ;).