Where Are The Angels
"Hello? Is this the residence of Santana Lopez?"
Santana didn't recognise the voice on the other line, puzzled as to who would be calling her. "Yeah, why?"
"This is the Community College. We regret to inform you that we have decided not to accept your request, we're really sorry."
The Latina seemed confused. It was Community College. Didn't everyone get in?
"I-I'm sorry… why exactly didn't I get in?"
"Be-because… well, you neglected to mention one of the most important details of your personal life." The voice on the other line stuttered, seemingly unsure of what to say.
"Which is?" Santana grabbed her arm holding the phone with her free hand. She raised one of her eyebrows, hearing more stutters flowing out of the phone.
"Y-your sexual preference." The voice finally spoke, leaving Santana speechless.
"H-how do you know my sexual preference?"
"Well, in the wake of your roommate Brittany Pierce's death, the hospital sent us records, and you were listed as her girlfriend."
Santana seemed to be trying to hold back tears. "Bu-but what does that have to do with me getting into college?"
"We can't have a homosexual in our school, we're sorry, but it would ruin the image of our school."
"This is 20-freaking-14, no one is gonna care if a person is straight, or gay, or transexual or whatever else. They only care if they have the wits, which I clearly have."
"I'm sorry, but this is not a matter of discussion Ms. Lopez." All Santana heard was a beep before the voice on the other line disappeared.
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"Do you have something to tell us Santana?" The dinner table was quiet, everyone silently eating while dishes were passed around.
Santana stood up, holding Brittany's hand for support. She had planned her coming out speech for so long, written every word at least five times so she knew them by heart.
"For so long, I've been different. Everyone could tell that I was always a tomboy. But I've learned that being different isn't a bad thing. We don't need to start thinking that everyone is exactly the same. W-we just need to accept our differences, and let everyone know you're proud of what you are. And I feel that its time I to-" Santana found herself unable to speak anymore, folding her hands over her skirt.
Brittany stood up as well, their hand holding already broken. "I never told my parents either. I'm lesbian. Or bisexual. I just like girls. I feel the way about girls, that I should feel about guys. Or maybe both."
Santana's parents looked at Brittany, shocked. "Sorry, but I am not comfortable with you in our house. Please leave."
Brittany stared, mouth agape. "I-I'm just trying to help."
"And Santana, if you're a lesbian too, please leave. We do not want to one of them in our house."
The brunette looked between her parents and Brittany, unsure. "Uh.. Nope. I'm not." She looked over at the blonde, who nodded with understanding.
"Yeah. She was just trying to help me. I'm sorry, I'll leave." And as Brittany left the house, Santana snuck her a kiss without her parents noticing.
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Going through her e-mails, Santana found something from the hospital. Clicking the mouse with her perfectly manicured nails, Santana sat back as it loaded.
'Dear Ms. Lopez,
Following the death of your roommate Brittany Pierce, we have emailed all her files and information to her legal guardian, who have been listed as Maribel and Paolo Lopez. If you have any requests to retrieve the information, please contact them.
Thank you,
The Lima Hospital."
Santana's cries of no were second only to her fast typing across the keyboard as she typed back, desperate.
"Please, no no no no no no no!" She threw her laptop to her floor, watching it crack open with a clang that sent a shock through her body. "They can't find out, they can't."
"Santana, please don't worry." Brittany called out to her, only to find her words falling on deaf ears.
"Look, Britt, I know you're probably watching over me from above, but please give me a sign, anything. I need you. I need you so, so bad." Her tears rolled down her face as she hunched over, pulling her legs up to her chest. "Please."
"'Tana, I'm right here." Brittany reached out, placing her hand on Santana's back. "Can you hear me?"
Santana remained unresponsive, curling up into a ball, reaching down onto the floor and placing herself down on the wooden floor.
"I'll always watch over you." Brittany hugged Santana, placing her hands around her and curling up with her.
"Britt, I need you."