Hey guys. I'm extremely sorry that I haven't updated in a while. School has been my main priority at the moment as well as my fall sports. That has been taking up alot of my time. But I will stick to my word and try to update whenever I can! I'm not gonna leave you guys with an unfinished story. (: I hope you enjoy!

-R

Exclaimer: I don't own Glee...

"Trash" Chapter 25

Ealier in the day, all of the Cheerios packed up their bags and made their way onto the travel bus. It was time to end the adventure and head home.

They've been on the bus for about two hours now. Mostly everyone was dead asleep in their seats. Well, except for Santana. She had too much on her mind to even think about sleep. Later on today, she would have to deal with her mother on her actions at nationals. How was she suppost to tell her homophobic mother that she was not only dating but inlove with her bestfriend who just happens to be a girl.

"San?"

Santana looked down at the blonde who was resting on her shoulder. "Hey, babe. I thought you were sleeping."

Brittany snuggled further into her, placing her face in the latina's neck. "I was a second ago. Are you okay? You looked like you were deep in throught."

Santana gave her an adoring smile. Only Brittany could read her like a book. She loved the fact that Brittany could read her emotions so well. "Just worried about my mom."

Brittany let go of Santana, sitting up in her seat. She grabbed her girlfriend's hands with her own and looked right into her eyes, "I know your scared but no matter what happens today you will always have me. You'll always have a place to stay at my house and in my arms. I love you, okay."

Santana bit her bottom lip trying not to let any tears slip, "I love you."

Brittany then wrapped the smaller girl in her arms, "It's okay to cry, Sanny."

And at that, Santana let the tears silently fall.

Somehow, Santana managed to fall asleep. It was probably because she was wrapped in Brittany's arms for the rest of the ride. Brittany was honestly her home. As long as she was with her, everything would some how be okay.

"Okay, everybody! Time to get off this bus and go home!" Coach Sylvester yelled out, waking everyone up for their sleep. "No pratice for the next two weeks! Great job ladies. As much as it kills me to say it, I'm proud of you all. Now get off this bus!"

All of the girls cheered making their way off of the travel bus and collecting their luggage.

Brittany grabbed Santana's hand, dragging them into the parking lot, "Come on, San. My moms waiting for us. I can't wait to see Lord Tubington! I hope my mom fed him."

Santana followed, well got pulled to Mrs. Pierce's car. They threw their luggage into the trunk and hopped into the car.

"Did you have a nice trip, girls?" Mrs. Pierce asked them as she hugged her daughter.

Brittany looked back from the passenger seat to her girlfriend, "It was a little bumpy but as always we made it through. Plus we won nationals!" She hooted, throwing her fist in the air.

The older woman laughed at her daughter's excitement as she pulled out onto the road. "So, Santana. Am I taking you to your house?"

Santana looked straight down at her hands. Going to her house was the last thing she ever wanted to do.

Brittany decided to take control of the conversation, "Uhh, mom. I think were just going to go to our.."

Santana cut her off, "No, you can just take me home."

"San..."

"No Britt," She stopped her. "I have to do this. I have to get this over with."

Mrs. Pierce looked at both girls with confusion but backed off when Brittany gave her a look saying 'I'll explain later.'

"I'm going with you then.."

Santana shook her head, "No, your not. I have to do this alone."

Brittany crossed her arms, "Your not doing this alone, San. We are a partnership and as your partner, i'm not letting you do this alone."

"But.."

"No, I'm going with you. That's final."

Santana puffed out some air as she slumped in her seat. She knew she wasn't going to win this battle. She really wished Brittany would've just listened to her. Her mother is most likely going to be verbally abusive with the both of them and Santana didn't want Brittany witnessing it. Having her mother lash out on her is something she could take, but lashing out on Brittany? That would just set her off like a ticking time bomb.

Mrs. Pierce pulled into Santana's drive way, "Okay, girls. Were here."

Both girls thanked her as they stepped out of the car. "Are you girls going to be okay? If you need me you know I'm just a call away."

"Thanks mom, we will if we need to," Brittany replied as she helped Santana get her luggage out of the trunk.

Once Mrs. Pierce drove away, the two girls walked onto the porch. Brittany laced her fingers with Santana's, "You ready for this?"

Santana shook her head, "Nope, but I have to do this. I can't run away from this."

"You can do this," Brittany reasured her as she gave her fingers a squeeze. "You are so brave and thats one of the reasons why I love you so much."

Santana leaned in, placing a gentle kiss upon the blonde's lips. "I love you, too." She reached for her door knob, slightly cracking the door open. "Okay lets do this."

They slowly opened the door, trying not to make any loud noises. Santana stepped in the doorway first, Brittany following behind. After shutting the door behind them they walked into the living room.

"Mom?" Santana called out to her missing mother. "Mom?" She repeated but this time louder.

"Is she here?" Brittany asked, looking down the hall that lead to the family bathroom.

Santana nodded her head, "The door was unlocked. She would never leave the house unlocked unless she was home." She walked further into her house, "Mom?"

"I'm in the kitchen.." A cold voice called out from the room next door.

Santana locked eyes with Brittany. Her mother didn't sound normal. Her heart started to pound and her hands started to shake. Maybe she wasn't ready for this. Maybe they should just call Brittany's mom back and go to their house.

"I said.. I'm in the kitchen, Santana. Don't keep me waiting."

Too late. There was no turning back on this now.

Brittany walked over to her girlfriend, sensing the discomfort in her emotions. The blonde reached down and grabbed her hand. "I'm here, don't worry," she whispered.

Santana gave her a nervous smile as she took a few small steps towards her kitchen. She pushed open the swinging door, revealing her mother sitting at the table with a ciggerate in her hand. She was wearing pajamas with her blue bathrobe covering them. Her hair was up in a messy bun.

Santana took a few steps closer to her mother, "I thought you said you were going to stop smoking."

"Sit down," Her mother said in a flat tone.

Both girls pulled out a chair, sitting down at the table.

"Hi, Mrs. Lopez," Brittany greeted her with a smile.

Santana's mom looked up at the smiling blonde with cold eyes and a scowl.

Brittany's smile instantly dropped as her eyes moved to her lap.

"Mom.. be nice," Santana whispered but jumped back a little when the older womans head shot up, glaring right in her direction.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do," She hissed out. "I've done nothing but provide from you and what do I get in return? Talked back to!"

Santana bit her bottom lip, "I'm sorry.."

Her mother shook her head, letting out a sarcastic laugh, "Sorry? Your sorry?" She slammed her hand down onto the table making both girls jump from their seat. "You've never said sorry for bringing such a sin into my house! So how the hell am I suppost to believe your sorry about everything else?"

Santana felt her heart pounding out of her chest. She has never seen her mother this angry. "I...I.. Mom, I was going to tell you.."

"What kind of parent would ever want to hear that their child has turned into one of those, those creatures! How could you do this to my family? I thought I raised you right and then I go and hear that you've sinned with some other girl at your cheerleading trip?" She furiously shook her head, "I can't beleive this. I can't even look at you!"

Santana's eyes were burning. She could feel the tears falling down her face. "I can't control it, mom!"

"You can't control it?" Her mother was furious. "Look at all these people around you! You don't see them acting like the fucking devil, sinning with every person of their gender! You don't see Brittany going with her same gender!"

Brittany scrunched both her brows in confusion, "Mrs. Lopez..."

Santana's mom crossed her arms, "Do you support this Brittany? Do you support this horrible sin your so called bestfriend acted on? Don't be one of them, their trash!"

Brittany bit down on her bottom lip. She was pissed off. How could her mother be so cold about this. "Actually, I do support this. And that 'trash' so happens to be girlfriend. Yeah that cheerleader that she so calledly sinned with, that was me."

The older woman's eyes went huge, "Excuse me? So it was you? It was you who turned my daughter into this! You ruined my family!" She got up from her chair making her way towards the blonde, raising her right hand. "You bitch!"

"No!" Santana screamed trying to push her mother away from Brittany, but it was too late. The slap echoed around the room.

Brittany fell onto the floor as hot pain rushed through her face. She could feel tears streaming from her eyes as she put her hand up to her now swelling cheek.