Santana woke up and looked around an unfamiliar room. It took her a moment to process that she was not in her own room, but in another room. She looked out the window and realized she was in the guest room at Rachel's house. Sighing, she let her head fall back down on the pillow. She couldn't believe her mother had kicked her out of her house. Her home. The place she'd grown up. With the help of the Glee Club (except Finn, who currently was banned from Glee Club), she'd moved every single one of her possessions out of her house and into Rachel's. She left nothing but the bed, the desk, and the dresser, which were all completely bare. Santana stared at the door, unable to find the will to get out bed until she heard a knock on the door. "Come in." she said, her voice cracking a bit. The door opened to reveal her girlfriend and Santana couldn't help but smile.
"You're crying." Rachel said softly. Santana finally registered the wetness of her cheeks and shrugged. "Baby..." Rachel said, climbing into the bed.
"I... I can't believe it. Still." Santana whispered. Rachel frowned. "Its stupid, I know."
"No it isn't. You're hurt. You have the right to be. Just know that I'm here for you." Rachel whispered.
Leroy walked past the open door to the guest... Santana's room, and heard soft voices. He peered inside to see his daughter on her girlfriend's bed. The Latina was under the covers while Rachel was still in her pajamas. Just as he was about to say something about the rules they had agreed on, he paused as he heard what was being said.
"Tana, you'll be okay. And someday they may come to accept you for who you are. You'll always have me though. I'm not going anywhere. You'll always have a home." Rachel was whispering.
"I know, and I'll never be able to completely thank you for that, but I just want my parents to support me." Santana said through her tears. Rachel stroked her girlfriend's hair.
"I know baby. I know. I know its hard. Let me help you get through this." Rachel said. Leroy nodded to himself and continued on downstairs to the kitchen.
"Baby, you still have to decide if you're going to press charges against Finn." Rachel reminded her. Santana nodded.
"I know. I really want to, but I honestly just want to forget about the whole thing. A trial will just get in the way of that, you know?" Rachel nodded. "And... I think we need to let him back into Glee Club."
"What? Why?" Santana sighed.
"Because... we need him, Rach. He is a good singer, even if his dancing straight up sucks. And as much as I don't want to admit it, your voice does sound great with his." Santana said. Rachel bit her lip.
"I don't know if I'll be able to sing with him after what he did to you." she said. Santana smiled softly.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Leroy stood up as he heard the doorbell ring. Walking over, he saw a boy he vaguely recognized from the Glee Club performances. "Can I help you?" he asked as he opened the door.
"Hi. I'm Matt Rutherford. I'm Santana's cousin." Leroy nodded. "Is she here?"
"She's upstairs. You can go on up." Leroy said. Matt smiled and went upstairs.
"San?" he said, softly knocking on the door.
"Matt... what are you doing here?" the Latina asked.
"I came to check on you. How are you feeling?" he asked.
"How do you think? My parents kicked me out for being gay." she said. He looked down. "Have you talked to them?"
"Yea... I saw them last night. They asked where you were staying." he said.
"And you said?"
"I told them you were staying with Rachel. They actually seemed happy to know you found somewhere safe to stay." he answered. She nodded, taking in the information.
"How did they find out?" Rachel dared to ask. Matt shrugged.
"This is Lima. You guys were out at school. One of the parents must have seen you guys and told them." he said. Santana closed her eyes and Rachel bowed her head. "Hey... I think they'll come around."
"Maybe... but I don't know if I can trust them after this. That... That was too much. They can't take back what they said to me. Its just not possible." Santana said. Matt nodded.
"Look, I have to go. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." he said, hugging both girls before leaving the house.
"We should probably get dressed." Santana said, getting out of the bed and searching for some clothes. Rachel watched in sadness before getting up and going to her own closet.
"Did you like the movie, Rach?" Santana asked as they walked into the house. They'd gone to see Footloose and had just returned. Rachel smiled and nodded. "Good."
"Santana?" The Latina looked up at the familiar voice.
"Daddy..." she whispered. Rachel watched as her girlfriend hung back and pushed her forward a bit. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. I miss you, mija." Santana shrugged.
"Tana talk to him." Rachel whispered.
"Its not that easy Rachel." Santana said. Her father stared at his daughter.
"Robert, would you like something to drink?" Leroy asked. Robert looked at his high school friend.
"Water would be great, Leroy. Thank you." he said before turning back to his daughter. "Santana, I'm sorry that your mother kicked you out-"
"You could have stopped her! You knew what she was doing! You could have told her no! You could have fought for me!" Santana yelled, sobbing. Rachel's heart broke as she watched her girlfriend. "You could have stopped her!" Santana said, pushing past her father and running upstairs.
"I'm sorry." Rachel whispered, running after her girlfriend.
"Tana, are you okay?" Rachel asked softly. Santana shook her head.
"Is he gone?" she asked. Rachel looked out the window.
"He just left. You know you'll have to talk to them eventually, right?" Rachel asked. Santana shook her head. "Santana-"
"Just leave it, Rachel!" Santana said. Rachel sighed.
"Fine." she said, walking out of the room.
"I'm sorry." Rachel looked up at the soft apology. "I was a bitch. I'm sorry." Rachel sighed and took in Santana's pleading eyes.
"Come here." she said, gesturing towards teh bed. Santana quickly sat down next to her girlfriend. "I love you, Santana. I'm just trying to help."
"I get that. I'm sorry." Rachel smiled slightly.
"Its okay." she whispered, kissing the Latina.