The teens arrive at Santana's house where they plan on doing their tutoring session. Santana hops out of the car and slings her backpack over her shoulder. Brittany does the same with her cute 'My Little Pony' backpack. Brittany has only been to Santana's house a few times before and she was happy that she got to come over today.
Santana led the way into her house. "Do you want something to eat or maybe something to drink?" Santana wondered as they set their things down in the living room.
"No, I'm good, thanks Tana," Brittany replied as she sat down between the couch and coffee table in the living room. The only times that Brittany has been to Santana's house, they do tutoring stuff, and they always worked on the coffee table in the living room.
"Okay," Santana sat down next to her girlfriend and began pulling out a few things from her backpack. Brittany did the same.
Tutoring started off normally. They began with talking about which classes Brittany needed help in and then they started going over notes and looking at homework and prep for upcoming tests.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Santana asks, "What are your plans for college?"
Brittany was taken by surprise, "I haven't really thought much about it. I always just assumed that with my grades that I would never get in anywhere."
Santana had wanted to ask Brittany this for a long time, but didn't want Brittany to be discouraged. "Do you want to go on a college road trip with me? I mean, we'll have to run it by our parents, but I think…"
Before Santana could finish her reasoning for wanting to go on a road trip, Brittany pulled Santana in for a kiss. "I would love to go on a college road trip with you," Brittany whispered between kisses.
"Cool," Santana breathed before reconnecting her lips to Brittany's. Brittany puts her hand on the small of Santana's back and pulls her in closer, deepening the kiss. Brittany then slides her tongue across Brittany's bottom lip asking for permission. Santana immediately allowed Brittany's tongue entry into her mouth. Soon the kiss turned sloppy as their tongues battled for dominance.
"Santana?!" Santana heard her mother's voice behind her yell.
Santana's eyes shot open and she felt like her heart stopped. Santana immediately broke the kiss and jumped to her feet. "Mom, I-I…" Santana tried to form words. Brittany quickly got to her feet to stand next to Santana.
"What the fuck is going on?" Mrs. Lopez wondered with venom coated words. Santana had never heard her mom curse like that before.
"Mom, I-I…I'm…I'm…" Santana still couldn't form words. She was too scared to form words. She was scared of her mother and what her mother might do. Santana looked back to Brittany who tried her best to put on her supportive face, but Brittany was equally scared of Mrs. Lopez.
"What are you thinking? Are you just doing this to rebel? Do you have no morals anymore? This is disgusting!" Mrs. Lopez continued her tirade.
Santana desperately wanted to interject, to say something to defend their relationship, but she was frozen. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. She couldn't bring herself to believe all of the things that her mother is saying to her…to them. Santana shot Brittany an apologetic look, but all Brittany saw was the fear in her girlfriend's eyes. Brittany has never seen Santana look so small and vulnerable before.
Mrs. Lopez yelled a couple of unintelligible things before adding, "…and all of those times that I let you spend the night at her house! Do her parents even know about all the dreadful things taking place under their roof?!"
"They know…" Brittany mumbled.
"So what? Everyone knows about this except for me? Everyone knows about the shame that you are bringing to our family except for me?!" Mrs. Lopez was fuming. "You," Mrs. Lopez pointed to Brittany. "This is all your fault!"
"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" these are the first words that Santana has formed since the yelling began.
Mrs. Lopez pushed Santana out of the way and is now face to face with Brittany. Santana fell to the ground with a thud. Santana wasn't so much hurt by the fall as surprised. Brittany moved to help Santana, but Mrs. Lopez blocked her from doing so.
"You are disgusting! You will stop seeing my daughter immediately!" Mrs. Lopez yelled as she moved a threatening step closer to Brittany.
"No," Brittany replied curtly.
"What did you just say to me?" Mrs. Lopez challenged.
Brittany took in a deep breath and said, "No, I'm not going to stop seeing Santana. I love her."
"You stupid little bitch!" Mrs. Lopez said as she brought her hand up. Quickly, Santana scrambled to her feet and stepped in front of Brittany. A smack landed on Santana's right cheek. Brittany flinched at the sound.
Santana held a hand to her burning cheek, "You can't slap the gay away, Mom." Santana's eyes filled with tears, Damn she can pack a punch. "I love Brittany. She didn't do anything wrong. Our relationship isn't wrong. And don't you ever call her stupid or raise a hand to her! She is my girlfriend and I will love her no matter what you say!"
Mrs. Lopez looked Brittany dead in the eyes and said, "Get the fuck out of my house!"
"If she goes, I go too," Santana replied.
"Good riddance," Mrs. Lopez replied. "You have thirty minutes to get your things and get out of my house."
Santana kept Brittany safe behind her as they walked past Mrs. Lopez and up to Santana's room. Tears flowed freely from Santana's eyes, but she couldn't let the sadness stop her from getting a bunch of her things and leaving as quickly as she could. Santana pulled a suitcase out from underneath the bed and began filling it with clothes.
"What do you need me to do?" Brittany wondered as she suppressed her own tears.
"Start pulling shirts out of my closet," Santana directed. Brittany quickly began pulling out the shirts that Santana regularly wore and the ones that Brittany liked out. Santana quickly folded them and put them in the suitcase. Santana then grabbed a large duffle bag and continued to fill it with clothes. Then, Santana put her laptop and all of her other electronics and cords on top of the clothes. She then zipped up both. Santana began wheeling the suitcase out of her room and carried it down the stairs. Brittany followed her with the duffle bag. The teens then grabbed their backpacks and put them on their backs. They then made a quick exit.
Santana could hear the timer that her mom had set go off as they lifted the bags into the trunk of the Bug. Santana took one last look at her house before getting in her car. She saw her mother in the living room window. Her mother's eyes were so full of hate that Santana couldn't even believe that she was related to the woman. Santana felt sick to her stomach, but she suppressed any feelings of sickness to get out of there as quickly as she possibly could. Santana slid into the driver's seat and took off to Brittany's house.
When the two pulled up to Brittany's house, Santana completely broke down. She sobbed into the steering wheel. "What am I supposed to do?" Santana sobbed.
"You can stay with me. I'm sure that my parents won't mind," Brittany offered.
"Thanks, nena…it-it means a lot," Santana continued to cry. Santana didn't really know what think. Her mother had called her disgusting and then kicked her out of the house. She knows that she loves Brittany, but she can't help but think whether choosing Brittany over her family was the best decision.
Before Santana could continue thinking back to everything that happened, she heard her door open. "Come on, let's go inside," Brittany offered her hand to Santana who gladly took it. When Santana was completely out of the car, she wrapped Brittany in a tight hug. Brittany hugged Santana tight to her. "It's okay, I'm here. Everything's going to be okay."
Brittany pulls away from Santana briefly. Brittany leans inside Santana's car and pulls the keys out of the ignition. She then closes the driver side door of the Bug and laces her hand with Santana's. She then locks the car and leads Santana up her front steps and into her house.
Santana felt so numb that she didn't even really remember climbing the steps, or how she managed to do so. Lucky for her, Brittany has strong dancer arms. Brittany directs Santana to sit on the couch and says, "I'll be right back," before disappearing into the living room.
Brittany was gone for what seemed like an eternity. Santana curled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her knees. She didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Pierce to see her like this. While Santana hid her face in her knees, it seemed as though the world just disappeared around her. It was only her and the intense pain that she felt from being hated by her own mother.
Brittany walked into the living room where her parents are watching TV. "Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you about something."
"What's wrong?" her mother shot off the couch and was at her daughter's side in a matter of seconds.
Brittany hadn't even realized that she had been crying. She wipes a few of the tears away and tells her parents about what happened with Santana. Her parents stood still like statues in disbelief.
"So, I wanted to ask you if Santana could stay with us. She doesn't know what to do. All of her family lives in Chicago and she doesn't have anywhere to go," Brittany explained.
"Of course she can stay with us. She can stay here as long as she needs to," Mr. Pierce replied without hesitation.
Brittany ran and wrapped her dad up in a hug, "Thank you so much."
"Where is she?" Mrs. Pierce wondered.
"She's in the living room. All of her things are still out in her car," Brittany explained.
"I'll get everything out of her car, you take care of her," Mr. Pierce said. Brittany handed him Santana's keys and followed him to the front of the house.
When Brittany walked into the front room, she hated the sight before her eyes. Santana was curled up with her head buried in her knees and was still crying her eyes out. Brittany sat down next to Santana and pulled Santana into her. Santana turned and buried her face in her girlfriend's neck. The new contact didn't stop the tears from flowing. Brittany kissed Santana's temple and rubbed her hand up and down Santana's back in an attempt to comfort her.
Brittany had never seen Santana like this. She had never imagined that Santana's mom would react like this. Brittany was so utterly unprepared for everything that happened. Usually Santana is the strong one. Santana is the one with all of the answers. But now, Brittany is here, holding a broken Santana in her arms. Brittany ran through all of the things that she wanted to say in her head, but she didn't know if she should say anything just yet. Santana isn't very good at talking about her feelings, so Brittany would allow Santana to cross that bridge when she's ready.
Santana's sobs became silent with exhaustion. She wasn't only leaning on Brittany for comfort and moral support, but to just keep her from falling over and passing out. She was weak – emotionally and physically – and she didn't know how she could possibly recover from this mess. The mess that she created. She should have told her mother. Her mother shouldn't have had to find out the way she did. It's all my fault. My mother hates me and it's my fault, Santana thought as she pushed herself further into Brittany's embrace.
After about an hour of sitting on the couch, Brittany suggested, "We should go upstairs honey."
Santana simply nodded in response. Brittany wrapped her arm around Santana's waist to help her up the stairs and into her room. Santana's room, for now, is going to be the guest bedroom. But neither teen wanted to be alone, so Brittany decided to just go to her room instead. Santana lied down on Brittany's bed. Brittany climbed onto her bed and cuddled into Santana's back. Brittany wrapped an arm around Santana's waist and pulled Santana closer to her.
"It's okay, everything's going to be okay," Brittany cooed.
"No, no, it's not," Santana mumbled into the sheets. Brittany just waited for an explanation, not wanting to push Santana to explain if she wasn't ready. "It's not okay. My mom hates me."
Brittany didn't want to defend the woman. Brittany hated Santana's mom for she did to Santana, but Brittany didn't want Santana to think that her family abandoned her. "She doesn't hate you Sanny. She just doesn't understand. Give her time."
"She almost slapped you, Britt! How can you defend her?!" Santana turned to face Brittany.
"I just have to believe that she still loves you. Because she does still love you… I love you," Brittany brushed a lock of hair out of Santana's face.
"You're too nice for your own good," Santana smiled for the first time since the incident.
"One of my many talents," Brittany kissed the top of Santana's head.
"I'm so lucky I have you," Santana pressed her forehead against Brittany's.
If you were lucky to have me then you wouldn't be crying right now. Your mom was right, this is my fault. If we hadn't started seeing each other than you would have never gotten kicked out of your house, Brittany thought.
As if Santana could read Brittany's mind, she added, "No matter what anyone says or what happens, I'm lucky to have you." Even though Santana's words conveyed that she was a little more hopeful, tears continued to escape from her eyes. Brittany remained silent and just held Santana until she finally drifted off to sleep.
Brittany noticed that Santana had finally gone to sleep, so she carefully moved out of her bed. She then grabbed Santana's phone off of her nightstand. She didn't want to leave Santana alone, even if it was for just one phone call, but she had to. Brittany quietly left her room and looked through Santana's contacts. Brittany smiled to herself when she saw the hearts surrounding her name in Santana's contacts. Then she found it, the name she was looking for. She pressed call and hoped to God that the person would pick up.
"Hello? Santana?" a man's voice came through the phone.
"Hi, is this Seth? Santana's brother?" Brittany wondered.
"Yeah, who is this?" Seth wondered.
"This is Brittany, we met during winter break," Brittany explained.
"Oh, right, Santana's hot girlfriend," Seth remembered.
"So she told you?" Brittany wondered.
"She didn't have to. I've never seen my little sister look at anyone the way she looks at you. Plus, you two were pretty obvious. So, what's up Brittany?" Seth wondered.
"Well, your mom kind of caught Santana and I making out in the living room…" Brittany began.
Seth had to interrupt, "Go Santana!"
"Yeah, did you miss the part where your mom caught us?" Brittany's tone was serious even though Seth tried to lighten the mood.
"No, I didn't. How'd she take it?"
"Not well. She completely freaked out and cussed us out and almost slapped me, but Santana jumped in front of it. Then she kicked us out…both of us…"
"Holy crap…" Seth's tone changed from total dude to empathetic. "Is she okay?"
"That's just it. She thinks that your mother hates her and she feels like her family has abandoned her. I know your down at Ohio State and all, but if you have a chance to come up here, I know it would mean a lot to her," Brittany explained.
"Yeah, of course. It's the weekend after all. I'll be up there first thing tomorrow. What's your address?" Seth wondered.
Brittany gave Seth her address and then said, "Thanks for doing this, she's been crying all night and just feel asleep not to long ago."
"My mom can be a total bitch sometimes. She means well, but, yeah, totally psychotic. I'll stop by home and see if I can talk any sense into her. How did my dad react?" Seth wondered.
"He's out of town," Brittany remembered Santana saying something about that between rambles.
"Right, I forgot about that. Jesus, I can't believe this is happening," Seth said.
"Tell me about it. Look, I'm really glad that you're coming up, but I don't want Santana to wake up and find that I'm not there. So I think this is going to have to be goodbye," Brittany explained.
"Wait, you two are sleeping together?" Seth's tone turned back to frat-boy.
"No! Is that all you think about?" Brittany wondered shocked that Seth would ask such a question about his sister.
"What? I'm a dude. I was just imagining you nak…" Seth didn't get to finish the word.
"Gross. Bye Seth," Brittany hung up the phone before waiting for Seth to say bye back.
Brittany then quietly walked back into her bedroom. Santana was still fast asleep. Usually Santana is a light sleeper, but she was so emotionally exhausted that she didn't even feel the bed dip as Brittany slid in next to her. Brittany delicately wrapped her arms around Santana. Before Brittany even knew what hit her, she fell asleep with Santana in her arms.
Brittany and Santana awoke to the sound of knocking on Brittany's door. Mrs. Pierce peeked into the room. Brittany began to sit up and so did Santana. Santana tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes, but she was still so tired.
"Santana, someone's here to see you," Mrs. Pierce said.
"If it's my mom tell her that I don't really want to talk to her right now," Santana groaned as she flopped back onto the bed.
"It's not your mother, sweetheart," Mrs. Pierce smiled as she let Seth into Brittany's bedroom.
"Seth!" Santana exclaimed as she all but leaped from the bed with newfound energy and into her older brother's arms.
"Sis, you're a hot mess," Seth commented as he tried to fix some of Santana's bed hair.
"I know, I must look awful," Santana replied as patted some of her hair that was sticking up back down.
"I think you're beautiful," Brittany commented from the bed.
"You're biased," Seth added.
"I'm also right," Brittany stuck her tongue out at Seth.
"¿Qué pasó ayer?" Seth wondered as he looked Santana in the eyes. Seth looks a lot like Santana, only male and tall and he has a squarer face.
"Nuestra madre es psicópata. Mamá nos vio besarse y … kicked us out!" Santana realized that they were talking in Spanish and Brittany probably didn't follow the conversation.
"Yeah, I know that much. Why were you getting your mack on with your girlfriend when Mom was home?" Seth wondered.
"She wasn't supposed to be home. She was supposed to have the late shift that night," Santana leaned up against the wall and sighed.
"I talked to her before I came. She seemed to still be pretty mad, but you know Mom. She just wants what's best for you. Now, mind you, her vision of what's best for you and your vision of what's best for you are quite different, but what she did doesn't mean that she hates you," Seth tried to reassure Santana of Brittany's words last night.
"You weren't there. That was hate in her eyes!" Santana started to cry again. Santana didn't think that it was even possible to cry anymore. She thought that her tear ducts must be all shriveled up and unusable by now.
"She will come around eventually hermanita. Te lo prometo."
"I hope so," Santana replied as her brother wrapped her up in another hug.
Brittany simply watched the conversation from afar, trying not to but in, but not wanting to leave in case Santana needed her. Brittany was surprised that she followed the bits of the conversation that were in Spanish. Santana did wonders for Brittany as her tutor.
"I'll always be here for you, sis," Seth gave Santana one last squeeze before moving to the door and grabbing a bag. He handed the bag to Santana.
"What's this?" Santana wondered as she examined the bag.
"You didn't bring any of your toiletries with you. I thought that you might want to at least smell good since you're going to be spending some more time with your girl," Seth winked at Brittany. Brittany didn't like the way Seth objectified her, but she had to like him because he's Santana's brother.
"Oh my God, thank you so much!" Santana gave Seth another quick hug.
Seth then whispered into Santana's ear, "Brittany, she's a good one. Don't let her go. She's like really hot and she's really worried about you and she even called me when I know she doesn't like me. Hold on to this one."
"I will," Santana looked over her shoulder at Brittany and gave her a quick smile.
"Oh and you," Seth pointed to Brittany. "Take care of my baby sister while I'm not around. She acts all tough, but I like knowing there's someone looking after her."
"I will," Brittany mimicked Santana's words from just seconds ago.
"Alright, well, I think that my job here is done. I need to head back to school and finish up a chemistry lab. Are you going to be okay, or do you need me to stay for a little bit longer?" Seth wondered.
"It's okay, you can go," Santana said as she kissed Seth on the cheek.
"Love you, sis," Seth said as he walked out of Brittany's room.
"I love you to, bro," Santana replied.
Once Seth was out of the room, Brittany walked up behind Santana and wrapped her arms around her. "You called him?" Santana wondered as she leaned into Brittany.
"Sorry. I just knew that you needed to know that you have people who love you," Brittany kissed a spot behind Santana's ear. The action made Santana's legs weak.
"You don't have to be sorry. I wanted to thank you, I really needed that," Santana said as she placed her hands on Brittany's hands around her waist. "And I also really need this. I can taste my breath and it's gross," Santana pointed to the bag with all of her toiletries in it. Santana's words earned her the angelic laugh of Brittany.
Santana stood there in the taller girl's embrace for what seemed like a lifetime. She never wanted to move. If they could just stay like this forever, Santana would be completely content. But of course, life goes on.
A week has passed of Santana living with the Pierce family. It's also been an amazingly fun week. Santana gets to spend every waking moment with her girlfriend. Also, Mr. and Mrs. Pierce are fun and hospitable. The Pierce family really did everything in their power to help Santana take her mind off of the events of last weekend. Even if her parents let her back into their house, Santana might never want to leave.
However, living with Brittany has presented its problems. For instance, Santana is around her girlfriend all the time and it's hard for her to keep her hands off of Brittany. But she has to be appropriate in the Pierce household. Brittany's parents are pretty cool about giving the girls some leeway, but it can still be hard to remain gentlewomanly all the time. Oh, and Lord Tubbington keeps sneaking into Santana's room and walks all over her in the middle of the night. With a normal size cat, this wouldn't be a problem, but he's called Lord Tubbington for a reason.
"So, how is Go Club going?" Mrs. Pierce wondered as the four sat down to dinner.
"It's really great. It's a lot of fun. After the pep assembly we got another six people to join, so the club is safe from extinction," Brittany explained.
"That's great, sweetheart!" Mrs. Pierce was happy that Brittany could do even more of what she loved to do.
As the conversation carried on, there was a knock on the front door. "I'll get it," Mr. Pierce said as he stood up from the table. Mr. Pierce left the dining room in a rush to get to the door. No one had any idea who it could possibly be.
Then, when Mr. Pierce returned to the dining room, he wasn't alone. Santana's father was right behind him.
"Dad…" Santana stood up from the table and walked over towards him. Santana's dad wrapped her up in a bear hug.
"Kiddo, I'm so sorry about what your mother did. Why didn't you call me?" Mr. Lopez wondered.
Santana began crying, "I just assumed that you would hate me too."
"Your mother doesn't hate you. She just doesn't know what to do. You know her. She always has an answer, but now she doesn't and she's freaking out. I want you to come home. She had no right to yell at you like she did and kick you out. You belong at home," Mr. Lopez said.
Brittany got a worried look on her face. The last thing that Brittany wanted was for Santana to be at home with her psychopathic mother who clearly hadn't resolved her issues concerning Santana. Brittany doesn't know what she would do if Santana got hurt like she did again.
"I can't go home, Dad. I can't go home when I know that Mom doesn't want me there," Santana replied.
"I really want you to come home and I know that she wants you to come home too, she's just too afraid to say it," Mr. Lopez continued trying to get Santana to go home.
"She shouldn't be afraid to say it, Dad. If she wants me home, then she'll tell me herself. I-I just can't go home to a mother who hates me."
Mr. Lopez's eyes were filled with remorse. He knew that he should have been there, that he should have been able to stop all of this from happening, but he wasn't. He wasn't there when his daughter needed him the most and now his family is broken. He just hoped that it wasn't broken beyond repair.
"Alright," Mr. Lopez gave up trying to convince Santana to come home because he knew that his words would never convince her. "If you're ever ready to come home, the door will be open."
"Thanks, Dad," Santana replied as she hugged her dad again. She knew that none of this was his fault and she wanted to be home with him, but she just couldn't face her mother. Just the thought of her mother sent a cold shiver down her spine.
"I love you," Mr. Lopez whispered to his daughter. With that, Mr. Lopez left and apologized for interrupting dinner.
Brittany stood up from her seat at the dinner table and wrapped Santana up in a hug. Brittany knew that Santana wasn't great at talking about her feelings, so Brittany just hugged the feelings out of Santana.
"What's on your mind, Sanny?" Brittany wondered as she pulled away.
"I'm really happy that my dad is trying to reconcile, but it's just not that easy, you know? I mean, you were there. I can't just go back," Santana cried into Brittany's shoulder. "I mean the things she said to us. I-I just…"
"I know, I know," Brittany cooed as she rubbed circles into Santana's back.
Author's Note:
I would like to thank those of you who have left reviews, it really does keep me going on this story. I appreciate any form of review/feedback/critique that you provide! =)
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