Side Effects
Chapter 17
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This took forever and I'm sorry! I am having terrible writers block with this story, and I'm not completely happy with it, but it's done so here you go :)
Santana didn't really have a game plan. She wasn't sure what to next, but she knew she needed to get Brittany back. If the blonde would just hang out with her again, she was positive she could win her over. Brittany still has feelings for Santana, she just knows it.
This is why the brunette stood outside of Brittany's house Friday afternoon, her fist hovering the wooden door. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to say to Brittany's mother. She'd just had the brilliant idea of talking to the older woman, and trying to convince her to let Brittany hang out with her even though she was grounded. Thinking this was a full proof plan, she'd hopped in her car, and driven over, and her feet had walked her up the sidewalk to the front door before her mind could even stop her.
Although once she'd gotten to the door, and her hand was hovering, her brain had caught up with her. She had no idea whatsoever how to convince Brittany's mother to let her out. Santana was after all the reason Brittany was grounded. She didn't know the older woman either; if she was lenient or if she was a hard ass. She didn't seem like much of a hard ass, the time Santana had met her, and that was even while she was angry.
Santana pulls herself out of her thoughts and shakes her head. She can't help but roll her eyes at herself because I mean come on, she was being a pussy. Taking in a deep breath she brings her hand up and knocks quickly on the door before her mind could take over once again and stop her. She feels her heart race pick up, and she debates running when she hears footsteps, but something inside her keeps her there. Maybe it was her determination to get Brittany back; she'd do just about anything.
The doorknob begins jiggling and Santana swallows hard. She shuts her eyes, and takes in a deep breath, before opening them just in time for the front door to swing open revealing Susan Pierce.
"Santana?" The older woman asks, confusion filling her voice, and her features. The brunette simply nods, and swallows once again, not being able to find her voice. "What are you doing here?" She asks, leaning up against the doorframe.
The woman's voice was kind, and sincere but Santana could also detect a hint of something else in it. Something almost resembling anger, which meant she probably knew what Santana had done.
"Brittany is still grounded, and isn't allowed visitors." The woman says, after watching Santana open and close her mouth a few times still not being able to speak. God, why was she so damn nervous? This was embarrassing.
"I-I actually came to see you." She finally manages to spit out, meeting the ocean blue's of Mrs. Pierce. "I wanted to talk to you." She adds, not missing the confused look Susan gave her. The woman simply nods her head, and steps out of the way, motioning for Santana to come inside.
Santana walks into the house, and steps into the living room, looking around, taking it all in. She had been here a few nights ago, but the fear inside of her and the worry had prevented her from really taking in the house. It smelt like Brittany she noticed; a smell that she couldn't pinpoint, but it was all Brittany with a small mixture of brownies.
She notices pictures hanging all over the walls, and placed all around the tables, and she can't help but smile looking at Brittany. They looked like the cliche happy family that Santana had never experienced herself. "Santana?" The brunette hears from behind her, making her turn around quickly, looking at Susan who had an eyebrow lifted.
"Sorry." The brunette mumbles. Susan just smiles at her, and places herself on the arm of the couch as the just watches the Latina, look around the room nervously.
"So, is there something you wanted to talk about?" Susan asks slowly, as an amused grin grows on her face. She holds in a chuckle when Santana's head snaps back to her and her eyes go wide, like she'd just been caught doing something terrible.
"Yeah, there is, I'm sorry." She apologizes once again, shaking her head. She hated being nervous, Santana Lopez did not do nervous, especially with adults. She didn't give a fuck what they thought of her. But of course this was different and this was a new feeling along with a million other new things she'd been feeling lately when it dealt with Brittany. "I know that Brittany is grounded, and I completely respect that." She starts out, putting her hands out in defense trying to show the woman she wasn't undermining her authority. "We were late, and it's deserved." She adds, and the woman nods her head slowly, curious as to where this was going. "But can she please come out with me tomorrow. I'll have her in by 10. No by 9." Santana says, quickly changing the time to earlier, to try and appease the woman.
Susan takes in a deep breath, and actually for a few minutes looks like she is contemplating the thought, which gives Santana hope. "Santana I'm sorry, but I can't do that." She finally says, shaking her head, making the Latina deflate. "I've never been one of those parents who spoil their children and give into whatever they want. I am the adult, and she needs to respect me and my rules." the woman explains, her voice still calm and kind.
Santana takes a few steps closer to the woman, her eyes pleading, "Mrs. Pierce, I understand all of that, but please. I screwed up, and I'm sure she told you, but I need to prove to her how much I care about her. I need to make things right." She begs, clasping her hands together out in front of her chest as if she were really begging, and to be honest she was fighting hard not to drop to her knees and start graveling. "I can't lose her. I can't." Santana adds, in almost a whisper. Tears were forming in her eyes, and god she was turning into such a pussy.
Susan looks at Santana with sad eyes, and for a second almost gives into to the Latina's wishes. She was touched that someone felt this strongly for her baby girl. "Santana, I feel your pain, I do." She says softly, offering the girl a comforting smile. "Brittany is really hurt right now, and I think waiting until the weekend is over is a good idea whether she was grounded or not. Give her some more time to cool down." She explains carefully, standing up from her spot on the couch.
Santana studies the woman in front of her, and lets her words sink in. She really didn't want to wait, but maybe Susan was right. Maybe Brittany needed some more time to forgive her. But Santana of course was not known for her patience, she wasn't the type of person to just sit back and let the other person come to her. When there is a problem Santana fixes it, she doesn't just wait for it to fix itself.
The Latina was about to give her rebuttal when she hears footsteps, making her turn her head towards the stairs where she sees Brittany making her way down. "Brittany." Santana breaths out, a smile automatically growing on her face; one that Susan couldn't miss.
The blonde stops briefly, and looks between the two girls, before slowly continuing her way down the stairs. "What are you doing here Santana?" Brittany asks confused, with a hint of anger hidden away in her voice.
The Latina opens her mouth a few times to speak, but nothing comes out. She just looked completely like a fish out of water, and Susan was quick to take notice, "She came to talk to me." The older blonde says with a smile, giving Brittany a look.
Brittany eyes her mother curiously before moving her gaze over to Santana who was smiling at her. The blonde's eyebrows scrunch up in confusion and she makes her way fully into the living room where her ex and her mother stood; an awkward silence filling the room.
"I need to go and check on something in the kitchen." Susan says, not so subtly. "I'll be right back." She adds before turning on her heel to walk into the kitchen, where she had nothing cooking or baking.
Brittany follows her mother's form out of the room, before turning her head back to look at Santana. "What were you talking to my mom about?" Brittany asks curiously, narrowing her eyes at Santana.
The brunette clears her throat, and looks around the room, shrugging. "I was just apologizing to her, and I asked her if she'd let you hang out with me this weekend." Santana explains, moving her eyes back over to Brittany.
The blonde's eyes widen, before anger takes over her features, "You asked my mother if I could hang out with you?" She asks lowly, scaring Santana. The brunette hesitantly nods, and opens her mouth to defend herself, but Brittany cuts her off, "I told you that I didn't want to hang out with you Santana. I want nothing to do with you! You can't come here and try and convince my mother of making me hang out with you!" She yells, crossing her arms over her chest.
Santana eyes the blonde with a fearful look, as she listens to the girl rant, "Britt that wasn't what I was trying to do. I know you make your own decisions, and I wasn't like going behind your back and trying to get your mom to do anything. I just needed her to let you out of the house so that I could ask you to hang out with me." She explains desperately. Brittany had completely taken this the wrong way, and it seemed like nothing Santana could do was right. "I'm sorry Brittany." Santana says once again, and honestly she feels like a broken record. She wasn't sure how many times she was going to have to say she was sorry, but she'd say it as much as she needed to.
"I know you are Santana." The blonde says with an eye roll, crossing her arms over her chest, "But that doesn't exactly fix things does it?" She asks with a hint of hostility.
"I know, I keep repeating it, and I know it doesn't change anything, but I will prove to you that you can trust me, and that I care about you." She says with determination.
The two girls stare at each other for what felt like an eternity, seemingly having a conversation through their eyes. Brittany's face had softened significantly, and now all that was in her eyes was hesitation and sadness. She wanted Santana more than anything, but she was afraid of being hurt by her once again. "You should probably go now." The blonde finally speaks up, breaking their silence, along with their eye contact as she looks away from Santana.
Santana pokes her tongue out, wetting her lips, before nodding her head slowly. She takes a few tentative steps towards the blonde, stopping in front of her. Brittany still had yet to look at her, her eyes moving all over the room, just trying to stay off of the Latina in front of her. "I'll see you on Monday then." Santana says quietly.
The blonde finally lets her eyes wonder over to Santana as she nods her head in confirmation. She looks back down at the ground, then feels Santana's lips on her cheek catching her off guard. She looks up to meet Santana's eyes once again and the brunette smiles softly at her, before turning and walking out the front door without another word.
With a huff Brittany walks into the kitchen where she sees her mother sitting at the kitchen table looking over a newspaper. She sits down next to the older woman, and rests her head on her hand. "I thought I was grounded." the blonde says in a low tone, studying the wooden table beneath her as she drew circles with her finger.
Susan lets a smile form on her lips and she shrugs, "She was here visiting me, and you just kept her company while I had to check on something in the kitchen." Her mother lies not subtly at all, making Brittany simply roll her eyes. "She's really trying y'know." Susan tells her daughter, dropping the paper down on the table, looking up at Brittany.
Brittany lets out a sigh, and simply nods her head, "I know she is." The blonde confirms, as she continues following her finger around the table with her eyes. "I believe she cares about me, but she is also way to insecure. I just don't want her to freak out and do something stupid every time we have a fight or something." The blonde says, looking up at her mother.
"I understand that." Susan agrees. "But love is taking risk. It's never safe; if you want safe then you're going to have to stay single all of your life." Her mother tells her, only to have Brittany give her a look, letting her know that doesn't sound too bad. "You don't want to be alone Brittany, no matter how much you try and convince yourself how much better it may be." She informs her daughter wisely. "Just take things slow with her, and see what happens. Don't rush, but don't just give up on her either." She tells her, before standing up from her seat. She squeezes her daughters shoulder comfortingly before walking out of the kitchen.
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Santana sat in the middle of her kitchen at the table Saturday night. She had her head rested in her hand as she picked at a sandwich she had made a few minutes ago. She was bored out of her mind, but wasn't really sure what to do. She had called Puck but he had gone out on a date with a freshman cheerio, the name always escaped Santana.
She wasn't going to lie she had briefly considered calling Quinn, but she only thought of that for about .5 seconds before deciding no good would come out of that.
She hears her front door open and close once again, confusing her, but she doesn't move from her spot. A couple of seconds later her mother comes waltzing into the room with a smile on her face. "Hey Sanny." The woman greets, ruffling the young Latina's hair.
Santana just about growls and fixes her hair back before turning to look at her mother who was digging through the refrigerator. "Are you drunk?" Santana asks accusingly, narrowing her eyes at her mother.
The woman stands up straight, and closes the fridge behind her, turning back to her daughter. The smile quickly fades from her face and she places her hands on her hips. "Don't look at me like that Santana." She hisses, glaring at her daughter. "I am a grown woman, and I can do what I like without being judged by you." She responds, before turning back to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of wine.
Santana inhales sharply, rolling her eyes and turns back to her sandwich, deciding not to reply to the older woman. A noise from the living room catches her attention and she quickly turns back to her mom. "Is someone here?" She asks curiously with a grimace.
"Yes, my date." The woman replies distantly as she searches the cabinets for two glasses. "I didn't think you'd be here. You're never here on Saturday night." She adds as she finds what she was looking for. She smiles triumphantly, and grabs the wine from the counter, headed for the door. "Why are you here?" She asks, stopping behind her daughter before she walked out. "You're girlfriend dump you?" She adds with a chuckle.
Her tone sounded annoyed like it was such a terrible thing she was home, and Santana has to close her eyes and breath deeply, so that she doesn't lash out at the woman. "That's not your business." Santana says lowly. "I live here, and I am allowed to be here." She adds, not turning to look at the older Latina.
"Do not speak to your mother like that Santana." The woman chastises, pointing a finger at the girl with the hand that held the two wine classes. "God, you are just like your father." She spits out harshly, before turning to walk out of the kitchen.
Santana's fists clench on top of the table at the mention of her father. She stands up from her chair abruptly, and turns to see her mother walking out, "The only thing I have in common with that man is that I want to leave you just as badly as he did." She retorts, before brushing past the older woman and walking out of the house.
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It's Saturday night, and Brittany is lying on her bed, staring up at her ceiling. Her stereo is playing softly, but it seemed like everything had been on repeat today. That was probably because she's basically spent her entire afternoon lying on her bed listening to music. She tried dancing for a little while, but she just wasn't feeling it today.
She was bored out of her mind, which was odd, because before a few weeks ago, she'd never had friends, and she always spent her weekends at home. It seemed like now that she's had a taste at a social life, she didn't know how to go back to being on her own. She couldn't fathom what she used to do to entertain herself then.
She called Mike earlier to talk to him on the phone, but he was getting ready for a date with Tina, and Rachel hadn't answered her phone. She'd talked to her parents for a little while, but it was getting late, and they had now retired to their bedroom, and so she was left by herself. She considered going to sleep, but it was still early to her, and she wasn't even the least bit tired.
Brittany stands up from her bed, and moves over to her stereo changing the station trying to find a song she hadn't heard a million times today. Her phone begins ringing from it's place on her nightstand, and she quickly makes her way over to it hoping for some kind of entertainment.
She smiles when she sees Rachel calling, and hits answer bring the phone up to her ear. "Hello?" She answers, moving back to lie down on her bed.
Brittany informs Rachel on how bored she is, and the brunette offers to come over, but Brittany tells her she still cant' have company and besides it's late. Rachel understands and agrees to talk to her on the phone for a little, and save her from some of her boredom. They begin talking about their group assignment for glee, which Rachel is excited for, and mainly does all of the talking.
A few minutes later Brittany hears something tapping against her window, making her eyebrows furrow. She brushes it off, and turns her attention back to Rachel on the other line, but then hears it once again. Still listening to Rachel ramble on the other line she stands up from her bed, and walks over to her window, carefully peering out to see what the cause of the noise was.
She sees Santana standing below her window with a hand full of rocks looking up at her with a smile. Brittany's eyes widen and a gasp escapes her lips, "Um Rachel, I'm sorry but can I call you back?" She asks, interrupting the brunette mid-sentence.
Rachel is quiet for a couple of seconds before responding with a "sure."
Brittany hangs her cell phone up, before sliding her window open, hanging her head out to look at Santana. She looks down at the dark haired girl confused, and Santana simply waves and smiles at her. "What are you doing here?" the blonde hisses out in a whisper.
"Come out here." Santana whispers back, motioning for the blonde to join her outside.
Brittany shakes her head, "No!" She replies folding her arms over her chest. "I'm grounded, and besides I don't want to see you." Brittany tells her firmly, making the brunette frown.
"Well, can I come up there?" Santana asks, although she knew what the answer was going to be. The blonde simply shakes her head no at the question and Santana sighs. "Britt please, just for a couple of minutes." Santana begs, clasping her hands together over her chest.
The blonde rolls her eyes and lets out a huff, "Fine, but only for a couple of minutes." She replies, and before she could say anything else, Santana was climbing the tree outside of her bedroom window. "I was going to open the door for you." Brittany deadpans as Santana makes her way to the branch closest to her window.
Santana climbs in and shrugs, "This is more romantic." She says with a sly grin, and Brittany simply scoffs. Santana licks her lips, the smile fading from her face, and she looks around the room awkwardly.
"What are you doing here?" Brittany asks, placing her hands on her hips, staring the other girl down.
The brunette looks up at Brittany as she stuffs her hands into her pockets, "I wanted to see you." She says quietly. "I miss you." She adds, looking deep into Brittany's baby blues.
The blonde's hard stare never falters, "Well as you know, I'm grounded, and can't hang out so just go run along and fuck Quinn." Brittany spits out harshly, making Santana physically wince.
"I deserve that." Santana says with a nod. She brings her left hand up to the back of her neck, scratching as she looks down uncomfortably. "Look, I just really needed to get out of my house, and I had nowhere else to go." She whispers, her eyes not looking up from their place on the floor.
Hearing this Brittany's eyes soften significantly. She was still angry at the girl, but she knew how Santana's home life was, and how her mother was, and although she hated admitting it, she loved that Santana had come to her when she was upset. "What happened?" The blonde asks sincerely.
Santana sniffles, and blinks back her tears; she couldn't break down in front of Brittany. "I really don't want to talk about it." Santana says quietly. "I just wanted to see you." she adds, looking up at the blonde. "You make me feel better." She adds with a shrug, scuffing her shoe against the wooden floor.
Brittany smiles softly, and walks over to Santana, grabbing her hand. She pulls her over to her bed, and signals for her to sit down, which the brunette does, and Brittany sits down next to her. "Santana, although I am upset with you, and I don't want to date you right now, I do still care about you. And I'm glad you did come to me when you were upset." She admits, squeezing the Latina's hand comfortingly.
Santana smiles when she feels the squeeze Brittany gives her hand. "Brittany…" She starts quietly, and desperately. "Please just…you have to give me another chance." The girls begs, looking deep into Brittany's eyes, pleading with her.
Brittany sighs and shakes her head slightly, looking down, "Why would I do that Santana?" She asks bluntly. It may have sounded harsh, but Brittany wasn't going to sugar coat anything. "I didn't even want to give you one chance, but I did and you screwed up." She explains, looking back up at Santana and she could feel tears begin to well up in her eyes.
"I made the biggest mistake of my life Brittany, and I will always regret it." Santana says seriously, taking a hold of both Brittany's hands in her own. "I don't want Quinn, I can barely even stand her. I was just insecure and I knew she'd sleep with me so I called her." Santana explains the situation once again, although Brittany already knew what had gone down.
The blonde nods her head, her eyes moving down to their interlaced hands, "That doesn't help Santana." She says seriously, looking back into dark chocolate eyes that were beginning to get watery. "Like I've already said, what if something happens and you feel insecure again? How do I know you won't cheat again?" Brittany asks almost desperately, like she needed the answer to be able to breath.
"I will get insecure again." Santana says with a nod, making Brittany look down, "There is no doubt about that, but I will deal with it in other ways, and I'll talk to you instead of just jumping to conclusions. Believe me, I've learned from this. I am going to trust you actually want to be with me, and not get worked up over little things. I love you, and I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I don't know how to act, but I'm learning." Santana says as a single tear falls from her eye.
Brittany's head snaps up and her wide eyes meet Santana's, and she just stares at the Latina for a good few seconds as the brunette gives her a confused look, "You-you love me?" Brittany asks, after opening and closing her mouth a few times, not being able to get the words out due to shock.
Santana's eyes widen as her own realization to what she said hits her. That definitely was not supposed to come out of her mouth, "I didn't say that." She says quickly, averting her eyes away from the blonde.
The blonde's eyebrows furrow, "You just did." She counters, giving Santana a confused look. Santana looks back up at Brittany and swallows hard. She shifts in her seat, and Brittany can tell the Latina is extremely uncomfortable. "Did you mean it or are you just trying to get me back?" Brittany asks carefully. She knows Santana could easily lie to her, but she was hoping Santana wouldn't, and that she could read her as well as she thinks she can.
"I meant it. I mean it." Santana says quietly, her eyes looking down at the ground. Santana didn't do feelings and was obviously not comfortable with where this conversation was headed. She's told girls she loved them plenty of times before, but she'd never actually meant it until now.
Brittany smiles softly at the girl and gives her hands a gentle squeeze, making Santana look up at her. The blonde moves in closer to Santana, and the brunette closes her eyes when she feels Brittany's breath against her lips, but just as Brittany was about to kiss her, she turns her head, "Prove it." She whispers in her ear, before pulling back.
Santana lets her eyes flutter back open, and sees the blonde looking directly at her with a serious yet soft face. Santana can only nod with a look of determination. She would prove it to her. She'd do whatever it took.
"You should go now, before my mom catches you, and I'm grounded even longer." Brittany tells her, letting go of her hands. She stands up from her place on the bed, and looks back down at Santana as the brunette nods and stands up also.
"I'll see you on Monday." She says, before leaning in giving Brittany a quick kiss on the cheek. She pulls back and makes her over to the window crawling back out of it, and down the tree with a smile.
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