I'll Defend You If You'll Defend Me?
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Summary: Becky Jackson is trying to survive high school the best that she can. While Santana Lopez is struggling to accept herself and be proud of the person she has become. Can these two people become friends and help each other succeed?
Pairings: Santana Lopez and Becky Jackson. Other pairings: Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez. Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez. Quinn Fabray and Brittany Pierce. Also other characters have small parts.
It's important to note, that I do not have Down syndrome, but I am "different". I know what it feels like to feel unworthy at time and like no matter what I try to do it's useless.
I hope you enjoy!
~ Santana ~
The next morning, I dropped Rachel off at her house told her that I'd be back in the afternoon.
Afterwards I drove over to Becky's house. When I arrived I honked my horn and got a text message right after that.
TO SANTANA: I'll b out in a few minutes. If u want to, come in, the door's open for you.
I turned off my car and walked into the Jacksons' house.
"Hello," I yelled as I walked in.
"Hey, San, I'm upstairs. C'mon up," Becky said from the top of the stairs.
"Okie dokie," I said and jogged up.
Once I made it up the stairs I was rewarded with a hug from Becky.
"Rachel isn't upset that I stole you for a few hours?" she said still in the hug.
"Not at all. There's enough Santana to go around many times," I said and smirked.
"Um…Eww," Becky joked and I poked her.
"You about ready," I asked and jokingly tapped my foot.
"Yeah, let me just put my shoes on…"
"Super. Hey where's the fam," I asked.
"They left early this morning for some conference thing, I don't know," Becky said and smiled.
"So you were here by yourself," I asked.
"Yes, Mom, and look…the house is still standing," she said as she looked up and smiled at me.
"Just lookin' out for ya," I said with a smile.
"I know," she said as she finished tying her shoe. "Let's get outta here!"
She grabbed my hand and yanked me down the stairs.
"Whoa! Someone's hungry!" I said and laughed.
We left the house and she locked the door. Then we got into the car and pulled away.
~ Becky ~
When we got to the restaurant and sat down, we ordered. The waitress came right over to take our orders.
Once that was taken care of, I lowered my head.
"Hey, Becky, what's wrong? Who do I have to friendly remind to be nice? Puck's?"
"No, no, nothing like that," I said quickly.
"Then what's it like?"
"I need a woman's opinion," I said as I raised my head to look her in her eyes.
Santana looked behind her, at the door to see if anyone was coming in, and then she teased, "Do you want me to get the waitress?"
I smiled and said, "Santana, you'll do just fine!"
"Whew! What cha thinking about, my friend?" she asked as she took a sip of her water.
"Sex…" I casually said.
Santana spat out her water and it splattered on my glasses.
"Oh shit, Becky, I'm sorry. You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," I said as I took off my glasses and dried them with my napkin.
"So…you wanna talk sex?" Santana asked at the exact moment the waitress walked over with our food. She grunted and looked at Santana awkwardly.
"Thank you," Santana said overdramatically. The waitress scurried away.
I giggled.
"Yea, so what do you want to know…Oh geez, I feel like I'm giving 'the talk' to my own daughter," Santana said as she got red in the face and nervous.
"Calm down! My Mom gave me that part of the talk when I was, like, twelve or so," I said.
"Whew," she said and her blush went away.
"Let's say there this guy…"
"Puck," she uncovered who I was talking about.
I nodded. "And I like this guy a lot, especially after he defended me and didn't care about anything else…"
She smiled. "I was very happy to hear that, young lady…"
I smiled. "How long should I wait?"
"Until your sixty years old," she hurriedly jumped in, half serious and half jokingly.
"C'mon Santana," I urged.
"Okay, okay, I'm pretty positive that your Mom told you that your first time should be as magical as possible, right?"
I nodded. "I know –!"
She raised her hand so I stopped talking. "It should be with someone you really like and are on the verge of loving."
"I think I am," I revealed.
"Holy shit!" she yelled, but covered her mouth as the other people in the restaurant looked at her.
"She thought she saw a ghost," I lied to the people around us. They looked at me strangely.
She chuckled and then said, "Have you spoken to him yet?"
"Um, God no," I said shyly.
"Why not," she asked.
"Cuz it's taking a lot for me to even have this conversation with you…" I said.
"Bottom line, my friend?"
"I'm afraid," I started as I caught her gaze.
"Of what?"
"I don't want to lose him if I don't, ya know…"
"Becky, if he's the guy that I think he is becoming, he'll tell you honestly what he feels."
"You think so?" I asked unsure.
"I hope so. Look, you're my friend, my very good friend. I never want to see you get hurt. But at the same time, if you truly feel that Noah could be 'that one' then I think you gots to talk to him about it. Preferably at a time when he's normal and not acting macho," she said with a smile.
"So not at school," I asked.
"Oh hell to the no," she said and snapped her fingers in the air.
I laughed. "Should it be a phone conversation or a face to face conversation?"
"I'd go for the face to face, but that's just me. You do what you're most comfortable doing," she recommended.
"Can I ask you a personal question," I asked hesitantly.
"Shoot," she said as she threw some food into her mouth. "I think I know what you're gonna ask, but ask anyway."
"Have you and Rachel…"
"Nope…not yet."
"Can I ask why not," I asked.
"Of course, Becky, we're friends. You can ask me anything and I promise to always tell you the truth. If I don't know the answer or feel that it's too personal, I'll tell you. Rachel has given me more than I could ever hope for…hell, she gave me more than I ever deserve. Making love is a big deal for her so I'm letting her tell me when she's ready. But you know what!"
"No, what?"
"I can't wait for that day to come! Not because I think about sex a lot. I can't wait to show her how much I care about her," she said genuinely.
"Of course!"
~ Rachel ~
I was sitting in the living room talking to my fathers when my Daddy asked me a personal question.
"Have you and Santana, ya know, yet?"
"Daddy!" I screamed at him in horror. "Do you really think I'm going to answer that question?"
"So is that a yes?"
"No, it's not," I replied.
"Wait! Now I'm confused," my Dad asked as he got into the conversation.
We all laughed and then I felt comfortable with telling them, "While Santana and I haven't done that we have gotten extremely close. I wholeheartedly feel that the stage where we are now goes beyond sex. It goes into the realm of making love. Furthermore, just because we haven't fully explored we do know what each other looks like, um, in the nude," I concluded with a blush.
"Look, Hiram, our baby girl is blushing," my Daddy exclaimed and pointed at me.
"I see. How come you haven't gone farther," my Dad asked me.
"That's the one question that is perplexing me. She said that she respects me and want me to tell her when I'm ready…"
"Admirable," my Dad commented.
"Are you ready," my Daddy asked.
"This weekend, right here, had solidified my readiness and eagerness," I revealed.
"So, carpe diem," Daddy said.
"This conversation is getting weird," I said awkwardly as I fidgeted in my seat.
"I agree," Dad said.
"Ok, ok, just know that I think you should finally give yourself to each other during a memorable event like an anniversary," Daddy recommended.
"Well, our two month anniversary is just 'round the corner," I said happily.
"Mazel!"
~ Santana ~
I walked up to the Berry residence and rang the doorbell.
I heard Rachel yelled, "Oh, thank God!" I heard her footsteps across the floor as she ran to the door. She flung it open and yelled dramatically,
"Save me, Santana!" she catapulted into my arms.
"Whoa! Who do I need to rescue you from, my Princess?"
"The Evil Queen…and my Dad!" Rachel said and smiled.
"Hey!" her Daddy yelled making her Dad laugh out loud.
"Well, if ye will get her things we shall depart," I said in the best English accent I could.
She looked at me strangely and then burst out in uncontrollable laugher.
"What? No good?" I asked and feigned hurt.
"No, baby, I'm sorry," Rachel said honestly.
"Eh, I tried," I said as I pulled toward me and connected my lips to hers in an electrifying kiss.
"Santana," she moaned.
"Rachel," I moaned back.
Once we broke the kiss we were hugging each other tightly. We didn't want to let go of that, but we had to in order to leave her house.
"You ready," I asked.
"Sure…oh one more thing," she said as she ran to her fathers and pulled them both into a tight hug. Then she picked up her overnight bag and we left.
~ Quinn ~
Britt and I were lying on her bed holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.
"What do you want to do?" she asked me.
"I'm pretty content just like this," I replied honestly.
"You don't wanna go out?"
"Um, that would mean I'd have to move, right?"
"Yea, see that's how 'going out' works," she said teasingly.
I tickled her side. She laughed out loud.
"But you sure you don't want to do something," she asked again.
Then I got an idea. I suddenly sat up on her bed, but before she had a chance to say anything I laid myself on top of her.
She hummed her approval. "Quinn," she said as she wrapped her arms around me.
"This…" I said and then brought my lips to hers and kissed her. "Is what…" I kissed her again. "I want to do!" I kissed her one final time. After we kissed I started to pull away, but she wouldn't let me. She brought her head up as mine was rising. It was like we were glued to the lips. Not that it matter at all to me.
I took this time to massage her sides in an up and down motion. Then I stopped to brush the hair that fell down over her beautiful blue eyes. Eventually we sat up together. I positioned myself to be sitting on her lap with my legs behind her lower back. She pulled me as close to her as possible. The kiss intensified greatly. Our heads tilted back and forth as we let our tongues massage each other. I never wanted this time to stop.
Even though I didn't want this to stop, I broke the kiss and waited until her eyes were opened.
As soon as her gorgeous blue eyes were opened and were staring at me, I took a deep breath and asked, "Brittany Susan Pierce, will you make me the happiest girl in the world by becoming my girlfriend?"
I lowered my head, but kept my eyes on hers.
She picked my chin up with her two fingers, brushed the strands of blonde hair that fell into my eyesight, looked me deep in my eyes, and said with certainty, "There's nothing I'd like more. Yes, Quinn Lucy Fabray, I will!"