"Then she just started yelling at me San." Brittany vented to her girlfriend. They were meeting up just like they promised to, sharing their experiences about what happened.
Santana grabbed her girlfriends hand and held it gently, rubbing soft patterns on her hand. She looked at her lovingly and we eyes shared compassion. She understood what she was going through because she went through the same thing. Well Rachel didn't exactly yell at her but she didn't exactly greet her the way she thought she would.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm sure she'll come around. Who's the one who held her when she was sick? Or who's the one who held her hand when she was afraid to enter the big bad elementary school? Brittany you've been here for her more then anyone she's known."
Brittany looked frustrated with herself, "I left her Santana! I left her." She slammed her free hand down on the table, causing the Latina to jump a little. Never has B gotten this mad in front of her. "Sorry." She whispered.
"Brittany, you didn't leave her behind. You had to say goodbye for a little bit, you were going to come back to her. You love her to much to leave her in this hick town." Santana lifted the blondes hand to her mouth and kissed it. "Now why don't we just enjoy the lunch before going back. Just have this time to yourself, then we can figure out how we can fix this."
Brittany walked into her house after saying goodbye to her girl, she saw her distressed mother walking towards her. She looked to be on the phone while in search of something. Brittany brought her eyebrows together she gently grabbed her mom's arm. "what's wrong?" she asked.
"It's the school. Quinn hit a girl…again." She added as an after thought.
Again? Brittany questioned to herself. Since when did her innocent baby sister attack kids? Usually Quinn was the one who advertised solving problems with words rather then fists.
"She did what?" Brittany asked, clearly unable to understand what her mom was saying.
"Britt, could you please just go down to the school and pick her up. I need to get to the hospital to talk to your father's doctor."
"yeah of course mom."
Britt grabbed her keys and made her way to the school. She walked up through the middle school and to the main office. She saw her sister sitting on one of the plastic chairs, arms crossed with a scowl on her face. Brittany signed out the required papers and was able to take Quinn home.
Quinn quickly got up and made her way out of the school. "Quinn, do you want to tell me what happened? Why would you hit a girl?" Brittany asked her sister who ignored her and continued walking. Brittany caught up to her and grabbed her arm turning her around. "Quinn answer me. Why did you hit that girl? Mom said this wasn't the first time."
"I don't know."
"I don't understand why you're so angry. What's happening?"
"I don't know."
Brittany sighed, "Q…"
" I don't know B. I don't know why I'm so angry all the time. I don't know why dad's sick. I don't know why you left me and never kept your promise." Tears were coming from her face but she tried to suck them back in, "I don't know why I hit her. I don't really understand why your back. I don't know how to trust you again, I don't know how I'm supposed to let you back in again. Alls I know is that I need you to hold me." She sobbed as Brittany pulled her into a hug.
"Shhh Quinn." She cooed, running a hand through the smaller girls hair, "It's okay baby I got you."
What happened to my family?
Santana was sitting on her couch as she watch her sister working on her long division homework at the table. She always turned her head to Rae every time she sighed in frustration. Santana never like math so she understood what her estrella was going through. She noticed though how tangled her sister's wet hair was. She stood and went to get her brush and came up behind her. "Do you want me to do your hair baby?" she asked softly
"Please?" Rachel asked softly.
Santana gently ran the brush through the ten year olds hair. She always loved the thickness of the smaller girls hair. Always soft, always perfect. She did have some trouble and accidently hit her sisters shoulder a bit roughly, causing Rachel to jump.
"Estrella?" Santana question. Yes, she did hit her but not enough to cause any pain.
"what?" She questioned, rubbing her sore shoulder.
"What was that?" Rachel didn't answer her sister causing concern to etch in Santana's features. "Rachel. What happened?"
"Nothing Santana."
Not convinced Santana grabbed the shirt, which was to big for her sister anyway, and gently moved it over her shoulder giving her a clear view of a deep, purple bruise. She gently grazed her fingers over it and felt her sister tense.
"Rachel who did this to you?"
"I don't want to talk about this Santana." Rachel focused on her work, trying to ignore her sisters presence.
"Rachel, I can't just ignore this. This is very serious." Rachel continued to ignore the girl. "Rachel." She said firmly, grabbing her hands. "Answer me."
"You just wouldn't understand Santana." There Rachel was, she kept calling her Santana, instead of Tana.
"Babe, I'm twenty two, I think I'll understand." Santana said to her sister, who was still avoiding her eyes.
"Yeah, that may be true Santana but you haven't lived in this town for five years so you might as well be seventeen again."
Rachel got up off her chair and went up to her room. Santana stood there shocked about what happened. What does Rachel mean by "you might as well be seventeen again?" Santana shook her head trying to figure out when things went wrong.
Hey guys. This is the only update for today and tomorrow is my sisters birthday so I wont update tomorrow. I'll try to update again in a couple of days. Also any ideas now about what's wrong with the sisters? Let me know what you think.