Hello my dear readers! Did everyone love Silly Love Songs? I totally did. Not nearly as much as I loved Santana in the nurse's outfit though lol. I'm so happy Glee is back :)
Here is the latest update for all you lovely people! I really hope you enjoy it and find it believable and not too much. So please let me know what you think! I really appreciate it :)
*Santana's POV*
I nodded at Puck for him to get the door. Who the hell is at my house at midnight? Brittany squeezed my hand. I heard Puck open the door then heard my father's voice. I cursed myself silently. Brittany rested her head on my shoulder, trying to make me feel better. I kissed the top of her head and sighed.
"Hey, it's your dad." Puck walked in and leaned on the counter. "Do you want to see him?"
I looked at Brittany who smiled. "Yeah. I'll see him." I took a deep breath as his footsteps came closer.
"Santana." My father said softly.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk? Privately?"
"Sure." I said. Brittany looked at me like I was crazy. I ignored her looks and the one Puck was throwing me. "We can go back to the game room."
"Be careful." Brittany whispered in my ear. I nodded and I led my dad back to the game room.
I leaned back against the pool table and looked expectantly at my father. He paced the floor nervously. "Santana, I know I haven't been the best father lately."
"That's the understatement of the century." I scoffed.
"I'm trying to apologize here. Would you please listen to me?"
"I don't know why I should."
"Because I'm your father."
"Father? Where have you been the past few years? You knew how much it killed me after mami died but you weren't there for me. You threw yourself into work and left me alone. Then two years later, grandma died. She was the most important person in my life after mami died. After that, I was completely alone. I needed my father. I needed someone to take care of me."
"Santana."
"No. I don't want to hear your excuses. They are probably just some made up bullshit anyway." I shook my head.
"Damn it. You're so damn childish."
"Get off your fucking high horse. If you didn't want a fucking kid, you could have told me after mom died. I would have left and saved us both all this fucking bullshit."
"Don't talk to me like that. I'm still your father."
"What a load of bull. You were never a fucking father."
I never thought what happened then would ever happen. I felt myself leave the floor and fly over the couch, knocking a table over on the way. My father stalked up to me and I curled up into a ball.
"Get the hell away from her!" I heard Brittany's voice and lifted my head. She stood over me, staring my father down. Puck came in and ushered the man out of the room. Brittany knelt down next to me, almost afraid to touch me. "San, are you ok?"
"Yeah." I nodded. She helped me stand up before hugging me.
"You really scared me. Don't do that again, ok?"
"You just stood up to my father. You're kinda crazy."
"I didn't know what else to do. I heard a loud noise and come in here to find you curled up in a ball on the floor. I'm not gonna let someone hurt you."
"Lopez, you good?" Puck walked back in, looking concerned.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I pulled back from Brittany and nodded at him.
"I knew you shouldn't have talked to him."
"It was my fault." I shrugged.
"How?"
"He was trying to apologize and I just yelled at him. I told him he was never a father. Puck, you know what I've been through the past, what, seven years. You're the only family I have anymore."
"He's really sorry. He told me to tell you he apologizes."
"I don't care. You don't talk down to your kids and throw them over couches. You just don't do that."
"I'm sorry, San."
"I'm over it." I shrugged. "Let's go finish eating."
I grabbed Brittany's hands and pulled her back into the kitchen. I stayed as close to her as I could as we finished eating. I slid my arm around her waist and pulled her into my side.
*Brittany's POV*
Santana was being a bit clingy since her dad left. Not that I might though. After talking to Puck for a few minutes, Santana led me upstairs. I sat on the edge of her bed and watched her roam around the room.
"Babe," I said softly, "come here." She walked over and I pulled her down on my lap. "Is everything ok? Ever since your dad left, you've been different."
"Yeah. I've just got a lot on my mind."
I tucked her hair behind her ear. "If you want to talk, I'll listen."
"It's nothing really." She shrugged, breaking eye contact. "Talking to my father opened some old wounds. Stuff I haven't thought about in years." She looked back into my eyes. "There's still so much you don't know about me."
"Then tell me."
"I already told you my mom died when I was 15." I nodded. "After that, my grandmother came to stay with us. I was a wreck. My father just threw himself into work. I barely saw him. And then about two years after that, my grandma died. I was devastated. I lost the two most important people in my life. My father completely ignored me. So a few months later, after I turned 18, I told him I was moving out and he bought me this place. Puck was the only one who still cared about me. He came over a lot. He was the only other person with a key. He knew I was depressed but he didn't know how bad it was. He was the one who found me." She drew in a ragged breath and looked away, blinking tears back. "He saved my life that night."
I was shocked to say the least. "San." I whispered, scared my voice would give out. But I didn't know what to say either.
"Puck insisted on moving in after that. I was actually grateful. I hated being here alone. He really helped me through everything. I became who I am, was, after that. The guys called me Mr. Steal Your Girl." She laughed and shook her head. "I was never alone. I always picked up someone at the club. It never lasted more than a night. I was a whore but at least my heart was safe. Until now anyway."
"Your heart is safe with me." I softly put my hand over her heart. "I'll take better care of it than my own."
She grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. "I'm surprised you're still here."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Besides the hundred bags of emotional baggage?"
"We all have baggage. And yours made you who you are today. And who you are today is who I've fallen in love with. You're so brave, Santana."
"How? I tried to kill myself. If Puck didn't have a key, I wouldn't be here right now."
"But he did and you are."
"I wish I would have known back then. I could have used another person in my corner."
I wrapped my arms tighter around her waist. I leaned up and kissed her softly. "I'm here now."
"You don't know how happy I am to have met you." She rested her forehead against mine.
"I think I have an idea." I smiled.
"Do you mind if I grab a shower?"
"Go ahead."
"I'll be quick." She slid off my lap and headed toward the bathroom. "If you want to change, the second and third drawers in the dresser."
I nodded as she walked into the bathroom. I made my way to the dresser. I grabbed shorts and a shirt then changed quickly. I left the room and walked down the hall, trying to remember which room was Puck's. I stuck my head in one and saw him. "Knock, knock." I said, walking in.
"Hey Britt. What's up?" He smiled from his computer. I threw my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. "What was that for?"
"San told me what happened a few years ago. I guess it's a thank you." I pulled away, smiling softly.
"She told you?" He asked, wide eyed. I nodded. "She hasn't told anyone about that. Mike and Matt don't even know. You must be really special."
"All I know is I love her and am so happy she's still here. So thank you."
"Don't thank me. I did it for selfish reasons. Santana is like my sister and I love her to death. I don't know what I'd do without her."
"You're a really good guy, Puck."
"Don't tell anyone." He warned with a laugh.
I shook my head and went back to the other bedroom. I grabbed a magazine from the coffee table before throwing myself on the bed. I flipped through it as I waited for Santana. A few minutes later, she emerged from the steamy bathroom. She crawled on the bed and rested her head in my lap. She looked up and smiled as I played with her hair.
"I think we should watch a movie." She said, taking my free hand and playing with my fingers. "What do you think?"
"If it gives me a reason to cuddle with you, I'm all for it." I winked.
"Baby, you don't need a reason to cuddle with me." She smirked. "You can pick something out. They are in that stand over there."
*Santana's POV*
I pointed to the cabinet which held all my movies. As Brittany walked over to it, I couldn't help but smile. "You know, you look pretty good with my name on you."
"I hope you know I'm keeping this." Brittany laughed, looking over her shoulder while scanning the movies.
"That's ok. You look better than I do in it anyway."
"I doubt that."
"You really do. Hell, you look amazing in anything."
"You're such a sweet talker." She laughed. "What are you in the mood to watch?"
"I don't care. Nothing too sappy though."
"Hmm, how about Hairspray?" I shook my head. "Aww San! You have The Princess Bride. That's my favorite movie ever. We're watching it. I don't care what you say."
"That's fine." I smiled. I watched her put the movie in.
She turned around and caught me watching her. "What?"
I shook my head. "You're just really adorable."
She smiled and crawled back on the bed. She curled into my side as the movie started. "I'm really shocked you have this movie."
"It's one of my favorites. Don't tell anyone." I laughed.
"I won't." She laughed. As the credits rolled, she squeezed my waist. "When I was little, I always hoped I would find my Westley." I couldn't stop myself from laughing, remembering my own childhood. She looked up at me. "What?"
"Nothing." I smiled. "When I was a kid, I used to run around the house, pretending to be Westley and the Dread Pirate Roberts. I was always trying to save my Buttercup."
"That's so cute."
"I do what I can." I smiled.
After a lengthy make-out session, we decided it was time to sleep. With Brittany curled into my side, all of today's drama faded. I smiled as I fell into a peaceful sleep.
I woke up, reaching across the bed only to find it empty. I opened my eyes and sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I wandered out of my room. I could hear music coming from the gym. I followed the music and found Brittany and Puck both there. Brittany was on the treadmill and Puck was using the free weights.
"Hey baby," Brittany smiled, slowing her jog. "You're finally awake."
"Have you been awake long?" I leaned on the front of the treadmill.
"Not too long."
"You wanna go out tonight? I was thinking we could go to LAX since we haven't been out in a while."
"Sure. But I'll have to meet you there. The roommates want me to go to dinner and a movie with them."
"Oh that's cool."
"Great." Puck groaned from the other side of the room. "Now Lopez is going to whine and be depressed until you get there."
"Shut up, Puckerman." I threatened him.
"Just speaking the truth, sister."
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "What time are you leaving?"
"In a couple hours." Brittany stepped off the treadmill and backed me up to the wall. "We better make good use of our time then."
*Brittany's POV*
I checked my phone in the cab. The last text I got from Santana was about an hour ago. She was just getting at LAX and was telling me to hurry up. She hadn't answered any of my messages since. I tried calling but she didn't answer. Don't worry. It's a club. She probably just didn't hear her phone. I paid the driver and walked into the club. I saw the boys at the bar and they waved.
"Hey guys." I smiled, hugging them. "Where's San?"
"We haven't seen her since we got here." Matt shrugged.
"I'll see if I can find her." I sighed and walked away. I scanned the dance floor. Nothing. Checked the bathroom. Nothing. As I walked back to the bar, a booth caught my eye. The dark hair and back were all too familiar. I stared in awe at Santana who was draped all over some skank. Wait. That looks like.
"Rachel." I growled. My hands balled up into fists. Anger rising quickly.
