Wwby 11
A/N: hey just to clear up any confusion, the beginning of this chapter and the last chapter is from that first night Santana is rescued from Finn, and Ill kind of jump from the present(her breaking down at Pucks) to that first week…Ihope its not to choppy…please read and review
DISCLAIMER: I do not own glee
Santana laid with her eyes open, listening to the sound of Rachel breathing, Even in sleep the girl was melodic, the beating of her heart pounding out a soothing rhythm. She had never laid so close to anyone other then Brittany before but had to admit in the divas tiny embrace she felt safer then she had in a long time. Part of her was screaming for her to move, to not be so weak but a bigger part of her relished in the human contact, and she decided to soak it up while she could.
Rachel stirred a little, mumbling something Santana couldn't quite make out, and tightened her grip around Santana.
" why are you being so nice to me?" She whispered not really expecting a response. She stiffened a little when Rachels eyes fluttered open. Their eyes met in the dark.
" because its you " Rachel said just as softly, her eyes already closing again. It was such a pure and honest answer Santana was sure that it was only said because sleep had lowered Rachels walls but at the same time she wondered what the other girl meant. She was too afraid to ask.
(PRESENT DAY)
Rachel cursed under her breath when she pulled up in front of her house and was greeted with the stern gazes of both her fathers who were standing in the driveway with
Santanas own angry looking parents. Both girls shared a look.
" what happened we wer-" Leroy started but was cut off by the angry voice of Santanas father.
" Santana Maria Lopez again?" The girls father shouted causing the three berry's to wince. He paid them no mind however as he yanked the passenger door opened and dragged Santana roughly out of the car. Her mother stood close by.
" hey!" Rachel piped up tearing out of her own door . Hiram stepped forward, " Hey now I must insist you let the child go"
Santana stood emotionless as the people gathered around her. The grip on Santanas arm tightened as Santiago Lopez squared his shoulders, " I do not presume to tell you how to raise your child I do not expect your commentary on how I raise mine"
" all the same" Hiram said, straightening out to his full height, " I wont stand by and let you man handle a child"
Both men stood in each others face. Leroy trying uselessly to calm his husband down. Rachel watched with wide eyes.
" were leaving" Santiago said, his wife already moving towards their car. Santana yanked herself free of her fathers grasp and wrapped herself around Rachel, " I don't want to leave R-"
" Santana now" Her mother hissed, " your embarrassing yourself and us"
Rachel scoffed. That's what the woman was worried about? How about the fact that your daughter is in a middle of a breakdown, or how about why she was so close to the edge? Rachel thought as she did her best to soothe the crying girl.
" he dicho ahora" Santiago said menacingly which only made Santana hold onto her tighter.
" Don't let them take me Rachel" Santana begged, gripping onto Rachels clothes as her father tried to pull the two apart.
Rachel looked to her dads for help doing her best to hold Santana tight.
" It is clear she doesn't want to go with you " Hiram said. He didn't really understand what was going on with the girl but she was clearly terrified to leave with her parents.
" Alright you want her that badly" Santiago said, " Then you can have her, she is a disgrace to my name" He roughly let go of his daughter which made both girls stumble back a little, " you'll be begging me to take her back by tomorrow" He gave his daughter one last disgusted look before turning and ushering his wife to their waiting truck. Santanas mother threw a worried look over her shoulder but said nothing as her and her husband got into their truck and drove away.
" Shh, they are gone Santana, shh, its ok calm down" Rachel said , staring at her fathers over Santanas shoulder. She was trying to convey with her eyes that she would explain everything in just a little while.
" I'll go make us some tea" Leroy said with a pointed look at his daughter. Hiram nodded and absently watched as his partner rushed inside. After a few beats he looked to Rachel. " Why don't we move this inside Rach" He said in a soft tone.
" were going to go inside now San ok" Rachel said. Santana kept her eyes on the ground but nodded to let Rachel know that she heard. Santana wobbled a little as she followed behind Rachel.
" you were drinking?" Hiram asked once they were all seated around the kitchen table cups of tea in front of them.
" no daddy, I juat went to pick her up from the party, Im sorry if I worried you in any way it was kind of an emergency" Rachel said her eyes flickering towards Santana. Hiram shared a look with his husband.
" You were drinking?" He looked to Santana. The latina girl slowly raised her eyes from the table, looking to Rachel as if asking permission before locking him completely in the eye. Her eyes were wide and filled with unshed tears. His breath caught, he had never been regarded with that much fear before.
" She is the one I was telling you about, the one who stayed with me a couple of weeks ago while you guys were out of town"
He nodded. Santana just stared at him
" She sings with you doesn't she?" Leroy asked, his eyes narrowing and Rachel realized that he was putting a face to a name.
" Please don't be mad at Berry" Santana said, slurring her words, " She was only trying to h-help me"
" Go to my room Santana" Rachel said cutting in, and knew she was breaking her promise to never speak to the girl in that tone again but she was going to have to explain some of what was going on to her fathers and she didn't want Santana to have to relive the tale all over again. Santana stumbled from the room.
Rachel turned back to her fathers.
TBC…ok so this chapter isn't exactly what I wanted nor is it as good as I would like but eh, here you go…let me know what you think and I promise next chapter will be better
