Title: Inside Out
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 13k
Summary: Santana's back from Indiana for Senior year. She lived here five years ago, but there's something different about the place.
Warning: G!P
Notes: I know it's been a while, apologies. I've rewritten the first 10 or so chapters of NKIN as well, in case you need something to keep you going between updates!
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Santana doesn't call her dad to pick her up.
Instead, she takes the short walk home, knowing that he is probably still with Judy having dinner as they didn't manage to before, and holds her dress up the entire way, moving quicker when she considers him coming back early after he texts her to check in and see how prom is going.
(She doesn't reply.)
The wind is a little chilly, but she makes it back in record time after removing her heels and goes straight up to her bedroom, changing into jeans and a t-shirt and throwing the gown into the closet, kicking the door shut with frustration.
She still feels like a fucking idiot for going. More so than she would've done if she hadn't gone as Rick wouldn't have seen her there, wouldn't have had full enjoyment watching his daughter win with the guy he wants her to be with, and if Santana hadn't seen it, she'd be getting ready to go to the damn afterparty instead of sitting on her bed with her head hung down, sobbing quietly at the images flashing through her mind.
Brittany didn't exactly seem pleased at the result, despite faking a smile to everyone else and that's the only thing making Santana feel better about all this. Clearly she wasn't involved in this plan that she thinks has been carefully concocted, but it sucks none-the-less.
Grabbing her phone, she flicks open the lock screen and sees a message from Rachel and her dad, scanning over the words and finding contradicting statements. One says something about being proud she went and the other says she shouldn't have left, and she feels frustration burning through her as she chooses not to reply to either. There's no text from Brittany yet, and that kind of bugs her as she was hoping there'd be a little reminder of her not being there, but she guesses with all the commotion that was going on when she departed that the blonde is just caught up in the moment.
Which she can't be mad at. Brittany deserves to enjoy being made prom queen in her Senior year.
She also notes the time to be just after 10, which means all the students are on their way already at the afterparty, like she should be, but she can't bring herself to go. Not after seeing Sam grin, and Rick with his fucking smirk, and the two bitch twins who will no doubt be laughing at her when she arrives as they'll definitely be there. She just can't even think about handling that situation after tonight, so she tosses her phone on the bed and lays back, staring at the ceiling as she thinks of how she's going to explain this to Brittany.
As if on cue, the discarded device buzzes and she reaches across to grab it again, finding a text from none other than the person going through her mind, and it's short and sweet and makes her chest inflate, but it's quickly popped when she realises she has no good excuse.
Can't wait to see you! Hurry up cos I miss you xxx
The words wrap around her heart and lungs, making her choke as she wipes away a tear that drops off the end of her nose. She's not sure if it's bothering her that Brittany hasn't mentioned she won prom queen with Sam as king, as she doesn't know why she didn't. On one hand, it could be a good thing as that means it's not that important, but on the other, it could be because it's not great news to hear, it's going to evoke some sort of reaction naturally, and maybe it'll be easier to deliver in person.
Either way, Santana knows she doesn't want to face it. It's a chicken shit way out of it, but she has this horrible feeling in her stomach like Rick Pierce has gone out of his way to alter the votes and push Sam and Brittany together and that could just be the start. It could just be a warning, of what could come if Santana continues to ignore him and as much of a fighter as she is, she knows that'd be fighting a losing battle. He's rich, and powerful, and Santana wouldn't ever want to jeopardise the Pierce family and assholes like that tend to get what they want.
So knowing she could play it off and pretend she fell asleep, she switches her phone off without responding and tosses it behind her, sitting back up and clutching at the edge of the bed. It doesn't sit right, as Brittany hasn't done anything wrong and doing that kind of thing is giving off the vibe that she has, but she just needs some time to herself to process everything and then she can talk to Brittany.
Maybe even swing by the party later to pick her up, just to make sure she's safe and doing so under the cover of darkness and high blood alcohol levels so that won't be another talking point at school on Monday.
But she can't sit at home. There are pictures of her and Brittany in her room now, almost like they're taunting her and so without another thought, she gets up, grabs a hoodie off the back of her door and heads out into the night.
There's always one place she can go when she feels like this to clear her mind.
/
Santana hasn't been up to Lima Point in months now, but half an hour later, she's heading up to it.
She hasn't been here since she found Brittany that one night, sitting on the bonnet of her SUV and crying after finding out about the cheating scandal involving her dad. That was the first night something happened between them, and as she rolls up the dirt track, ignoring the pinging rocks scratching the underside of her truck, she realises that maybe this isn't a good place to clear her mind.
All the memories are filled with Brittany, from the first night they went for a taco to 'test Brittany's truck' to the last, and that's going to cloud her brain whilst she tries to figure shit out.
But she doesn't stop, finding some comfort in the fact it's completely empty and the city lights are shining in the distance, and she climbs out her truck after she parks it, wrapping her hoodie and climbing up onto the bed after going to the back, bringing along a small travel pillow she keeps in the cab to rest her head on. She kicks open the end, stretches her legs out and lays down, looking up at the stars as her mind runs wild.
Tonight hasn't gone the way she expected, and she knows tomorrow she's going to kick herself for how disappointed Brittany's going to be that she not only came to prom but left before she saw her – as there's no way that'll stay a secret – and that she couldn't even bring herself to go to the afterparty. The reasons do involve Brittany, but also don't at the same time and that's going to be really hard to explain, but she knows she'll have to and do it carefully.
They aren't even officially together yet, not having that conversation in the past week as they've been spending that time making up for lost time beneath the sheets and doing what every teenager does when they first get with someone and soaking them up in every way possible both physically and mentally. Which right now, she kind of regrets as it still means they're open, even if she knows she isn't and hopes Brittany is the same, but all that leads her back to is Brittany's freaking dad.
He has the potentially to keep them apart physically, regardless of his daughters objections and that's resonating super fucking hard right now. Especially after tonight as it just goes to show how easy it is. Clearly Sam, Bree and Kitty are in on it, if the smirks they all had are anything to go by, and that means King Dick has followers which is how all evil dictators start off. Hitler did his thing and brainwashed an entire country and Santana can see that happening right here but in like, a considerably smaller way.
But she doesn't get to linger on comparing historical figures to explain how awful her current life is as there's a distinct sound flowing through the air and it's recognisable immediately. It's the sound of tyres going along the dirt track and Santana props herself up on her hands, lifting one to cover her eyes as the headlights flash across them and for a second, she panics.
The likelihood of someone knowing she's here is very small, but it's a strange coincidence that someone would be up here on a Friday night as it really isn't a popular make out spot or anything, and kind of hidden away, and that's one of the main reasons she was drawn here when she first arrived in Ohio. Indiana isn't like this place, even though she's sure there are a few places like this, but none have ever given her this feeling and so suspicion grows hard in her chest as she watches the vehicle come towards her, sliding up beside her truck and stopping.
And she knows who it is immediately, cool relief washing through her, but unease sets in swiftly after. The SUV is way too familiar to her and she inhales deeply, feeling herself prepare for what's coming as she doesn't know what kind of welcome she's going to get. Brittany's come to find her, or just happens to be here whilst she is, and whereas before that made her feel all fuzzy inside as it was like fate intervened, she feels like this isn't another coincidence.
Apparently that's a theme tonight.
Before she can think of an explanation as to why she's here and not at the afterparty, the car door swings open and Brittany's stepping out, wearing a different dress to the one Santana saw her in earlier, but it still manages to have the same effect. It's a party dress, clutching tightly to her body and accentuates how long those damn legs are, and Santana can't help but let out a sigh, tilting her head to the side in full appreciation as Brittany pauses at the back of her car, grabbing something before coming over.
Nothing is said, and Brittany meets brown eyes, smiling softly as she wordlessly climbs into the bed of the truck, and Santana feels the cold set in, and it's not due to the slight chill in the air. It's because there's no grand greeting, and there's something behind blue eyes that makes her think the blonde already knows why she's here, not at the after party like she said she would be, and that maybe she went to the prom, but she can't bring herself to say anything about it.
She doesn't want to say anything, if she's honest, because she doesn't know where to start.
But Brittany settles in beside her, unfolding the thing in her arms, revealing Santana's old work jacket with the garage logo on it, and it brings back a memory she thought she'd forgotten about. The first time she really spent time with Brittany, she gave her the jacket because she looked cold before she gave her a ride home. Ultimately it was used as a bargaining tool to see her again, even if it was never actually given back.
It makes her suck in a shaky gasp, watching as the blonde throws it over her legs and wraps her arms around them, not touching Santana yet which bugs her more than she'd like to admit, but it's not like she's reaching out to touch her either. But then blue eyes are on her, and she forgets about that and forgets how to freaking breathe. Brittany's still got the same make-up on as she did earlier, and her hair is the same and she's just drop dead fucking gorgeous.
"No Taco Bell?" The blonde quirks, lifting her eyebrow swiftly and letting Santana see the teasing glint in her eye, reminding her of how they first spent time alone together.
Santana manages a quiet chuckle, shaking her head and feeling a lightness creep in which releases the thing around her chest a little bit. "I'm not hungry," she swallows against the lump in her throat. "Just wanted some time alone to think."
Brittany frowns, chewing on her bottom lip for a long moment. "You were with Judy and your dad, weren't you?"
Not knowing how she knows that, Santana freaks out. Her chest seizes, and she tries to think of who said something after they left for prom earlier without the knowledge of the dinner, but ultimately she knows that it doesn't really matter. It was probably Rachel who said something to Quinn, and she can never keep her mouth shut, and she'll find out later for definite, but for now she'll go with the truth as if she lies, Brittany's going to see through it anyway.
"I was earlier," she admits with a slight lift of her shoulder, eyes dropping to the jacket as it's giving her a comfort she needs right now every time she looks at it. They've been a long time coming, never been able to avoid the connection they formed straight off the bat, and Santana has to have something to remind her of that with everything going on in her head. "But I came to prom to surprise you after they set me up," she finally gets out and Brittany doesn't flinch.
Shit. She does know.
Brown eyes flash up and see that confirmed in blue as the blonde sucks her lips into her mouth and nods, sadness flashing across her face, and it makes Santana think about how she should be at the afterparty right now with Brittany like she promised.
But wait… Brittany isn't there either, and she still doesn't know how she knew she was here anyway. The girl must have a tracking app on her phone or something, even though she's pretty sure that her dad is the only person who has access to that thing.
"What are you doing here?" She asks tentatively, not wanting to come across accusatory or mad because she isn't. As worked up as she was when Brittany pulled up, she's now thinking the blonde isn't angry or that upset, and instead more concerned. The little dip between her eyebrows is telling her that and she sighs out loud at the realisation. That's one of the many reasons she's falling hard and fast for this girl.
"Rachel told Quinn who told me that you came to the prom," Brittany finally replies and yup, that's what Santana assumed. She thought Rachel could keep her trap shut but obviously not. "And when you didn't text me back and when I saw you weren't at home when I swung by, I knew where you'd be," she explains and decides to lay back, which makes Santana do the same thing until they're both staring up at the night sky again.
A hand reaches out, brushing against hers and she immediately sinks into the touch, turning her palm up until fingers skim across it before sliding between hers and holding, a thumb rubbing over the back of hers which makes her head roll to the side to find blue eyes staring back at her already. Her heart skips a beat, but she can't pretend like she can't see the concern and sadness in Brittany's expression and shit, now she feels really bad for leaving the prom without even saying hello.
"I won prom queen, by the way."
Santana pinches the side of her lips up in a half-smile and lets her eyes fall shut as she nods. She already knows that, but she hates the memories that came associated with those words now. She wants to be happy for Brittany, but she knows she's now tied to Sam in a lame high school way, and it's still bothering her regardless of how pathetic that is. There are probably going to be photos all over the internet, they'll probably have to have a school picture in the McKinley Thunderclap at the end of the year and it's always going to be a reminder that Rick fucking Pierce engineered it to be that way.
How is she supposed to just get over it?
"I know," she finally admits and looks back up to the sky, feeling blue eyes burn into the side of her temple. "I'm happy for you," she breathes, even though it comes out entirely unconvincing and she thinks Brittany knows that by the way she exhales heavily.
But the blonde doesn't reply, instead props herself on one elbow to look down into brown eyes and Santana panics again. She really is happy for Brittany, or at least trying, and she's hoping that the blonde can see why because it's for things she hopes aren't too pathetic to admit but she's still scared. Not going to the afterparty and not replying to her text were total douchebag moves and she's still got to apologise for that, but words are a struggle for her right now.
She doesn't want to say something stupid that might fuck this thing up between them.
"If you came here to be alone, do you want me to leave?"
It's not what Santana was expecting to hear, and so for a second she's confused but there's always intention behind Brittany's words. People think it's because she's ditsy, but everything she says usually has logic and she knows this moment is too intense for Brittany just ask that without having a reason to.
So she answers honestly, and with as much explanation as she can muster as to why she's here. "No… But I don't think your dad would like you being here with me that much."
Brittany gets it instantly, nodding her head as her eyes drop to focus on the hand tugging up Santana's jacket over her legs between them. She plays with it a few seconds, thinking of what to say and Santana's scared. She doesn't want to say out loud that this thing between them is going to be super freaking hard if her dad doesn't warm up to the idea in fear Brittany won't think that it's worth it. And when a parent feels that type of way, there's usually good reason even if she doesn't feel like there is – it still feels like there's no good reason for Rick Pierce to harbour such strong feelings towards her – but that's the stuff she doesn't want to discuss.
It'll pop the bubble they've been living in for a week now.
"You know, I kept this jacket because I always knew there was something about you," Brittany breathes and it's off track from the topic, so Santana frowns but bites her tongue to listen. "Even if my first impression of you was that you were a cat murderer and had zero balance–" The blonde giggles and Santana goes to as well, memories of the bleachers tumble and almost running over that damn cat that ran behind her truck flashing through her mind, but then she's speaking again. " –When we were first alone together properly, you took me back to my house after my car broke down," blue eyes flash up and the breath Santana tries to take gets stuck in her throat.
"Even though it totally wasn't on the way, but you didn't think I knew that, and I started to realise there was more to you than you let everyone see," she continues, teasing with a tip of a grin playing at her lips and Santana's mouth drops open, her entire body freezing at the reminder. Maybe she wasn't as cool as she thought she was. "I'd seen you around school you know," she carries on and runs her tongue along her teeth, eyes dropping back to the jacket as her thumb hems the collar and Santana begins watching, too.
"Everyone knows when someone comes back just for Senior year, San," she throws in with a small chuckle and glances back up again, those bright blue eyes sparkling to the point where Santana has to squint. "But I was kind of scared to talk to you," is whispered so quietly that Santana has to lower her head, as if it'll be any louder but the blonde doesn't repeat it. "Until you came to rescue me and my car on Route 81."
Instead, she chews on her bottom lip and gives the smallest of smiles, as if to tell Santana that yeah, she said that, and for the first time tonight, Santana's stunned for good reasons. Brittany was scared to talk to her? What? Why? How? She honestly has no idea how someone like freaking Brittany, the damn prom queen and literally the best person in school can even think that it would be hard for her to talk to Santana?
Santana, the person who's stuck in limbo in the middle, skating between popularity and Loserville, or at least used to be, after transferring from another state, another life. How could someone as amazing and brilliant as this fucking girl be remotely concerned about talking to someone like Santana who sure, was a little standoffish at first, but that was due to the dumbest cat that ever existed and made a complete tit out of her self by almost face planting the bleachers in front of the whole damn school?
And because she can't think of any logical explanation, she just repeats the words said to her. "You were scared to talk… to me?"
Brittany smiles properly for the first time tonight, her entire face lighting up and Santana can't help but sit up to match the blondes position, returning the very same look. She knows Brittany is random at the best of times, even when there's logic that can't be found behind it, but she doesn't think she's hearing this just because. She feels like there's a reason behind it, just like everything else that's happened tonight.
"You're kind of intimidating, Santana," the blonde admits, scrunching up her face and laughing as her cheeks go pink, but she quickly turns her attention back to the jacket, biting her lip like she's trying to hide it. "You're beautiful, you're strong, you're confident... And I didn't know if you wanted to talk to me or you were just being polite because you knew who my dad was, so I took this jacket," she holds it up between them. "Hoping that it might be a little motivation to see me again," she shrugs and blushes and Santana almost faints at the sight. She didn't know the sentiment behind it, even though she did question it at the time.
"And I felt something when I was with you that I've never felt before, and I knew there was something about you that you didn't even know," she exhales heavily and drops the clothing, choosing to reach over and cup Santana's cheek, holding her eyes strongly. It makes her entire body scorch with heat, but she leans into the touch anyway, not knowing how much she needed it until now. "You got me good, Santana Lopez," Brittany says, and the words soak into her heart, branding on her heart where she reckons it'll stay. "And nothing and no-one is going to change that."
It's such a statement because Santana hears other things behind the sentence. She hears that Rick isn't an issue. She hears that Brittany knows tonight was rigged. She hears that Brittany feels as strongly as she does about this thing, and that they'll fight hell and high water to get through it together because their connection is unmatched. Nothing in the world can compare to this electricity, this heat, this love between them and it does terrify her, which is why she got so worked up, but it feels better now because she thinks Brittany's right there with her, experiencing everything as she is.
Brittany is that freaking important to her, and she can't believe she ever lived without knowing someone like her existed in the world.
And she goes to show her that, by closing the gap between them as words just isn't enough to explain, but just as she registers the way blue eyes flash down, perfect lips curl up at the side, Brittany reels back just the slightest, adjusting the grip on her cheek and moving it behind her ear, fingers winding into dark locks to secure her and reassure that she is going to kiss her, but wants to say something first.
"I'm keeping the jacket, by the way," Brittany whispers against her mouth, her voice low in a way that only Santana hears.
She laughs though, wanting to shake her head because the blonde is such an idiot but she's her idiot and that's more than okay, but can't because of the hand on her neck.
So instead she meets blue eyes, unable to stop herself from squinting and grinning to read why the blonde felt the need to say it as usually kissing is top priority. "Yeah?"
"Yeah… I like wearing my girlfriends stuff."
Santana reels back so fast she thinks her neck temporarily suspends from her body, shock setting in hard and fast. Her hands snap out, grabbing at Brittany to touch her, to make sure this moment is real because there's no way in hell Brittany just called her, her girlfriend. There's no way she actually just said that, even though they've been acting like it anyway, but it feels so surreal to actually hear the words. She wanted to ask for like, a solid week now, ever since they slept together, but always having to bite her tongue when it teetered on the end.
Apparently she wasn't alone and so she can only stare wide-eyed at her girlfriend, stuttering out her breaths as she tries to catch up with them and fill her body with the right amount of oxygen, so she doesn't pass out, and makes herself talk. "Girlfriend?"
Brittany just rolls her eyes and closes the gap between them finally, her tongue stroking inside her mouth almost immediately and halting all progress of breathing.
That's good with Santana.
/
Brittany throws a leg either Santana's hips after pushing her backwards, and she can only watch with wide eyes as the blonde sits up on her lap, breaking the kiss for the first time to stare down at her.
Blue eyes are dark and narrowed, boring down on her, a smirk playing on the blondes lips and arousal surges through Santana as she watches her freaking girlfriend reach down to the hem of her dress, whipping it off in one smooth motion, flinging it into the space she was just laid down in, making it clear what she wants.
It reveals perky breasts and pink nipples, and Santana's mouth runs dry as she sits herself up, hands setting on a bare waist to aid because fuck yes, she wants this too.
She leans forward and ducks her head immediately, wrapping her lips around one nipple whilst flicking her tongue out instantly. Hips grind down into hers, a sharp hiss coming from the girl above and Brittany threads her fingers into dark hair, tugging lightly at the root and holding her face against her chest as she bites down gently on the flesh in her mouth.
"God, Santana."
The words shoot through her, as well as the moan that follows as Brittany flings her head back and whimpers at the way Santana's working her up already. The girl is just so fucking hot, and the need to get off hits Santana hard in the gut as her grips drop down, slipping around to squeeze at the flesh of her girlfriends ass, starting up a rocking motion as she thinks of all the things she wants to do to her and how exciting it is to do it so publicly, but to be honest, she's fucking amazed that it's happening at all after tonight, so she's more than happy to go with it.
The hands in her hair release, and Brittany's roughly manipulating Santana's head until she can kiss her again, sloppy, and open-mouthed and they make out for a few moments, losing each other with their tongues sliding together. But the heat building low in her spine is quickly brought back to the forefront of her mind when Brittany's hands move between them and tug impatiently at the fabric of her hoodie, the kiss slowing down.
Santana wants to laugh, but then the clothing is being removed from top half of her body and the blonde scoots back on her lap so she can lower her face to Santana's neck and begin ravishing it and she swallows the sound, eyes rolling into the blonde back of her head when Brittany finds her pulse point immediately and sucks at it.
"Fuck," she hisses, followed by more mumbled expletives as hands work on her bra and then that's thrown away to the side too as Brittany bites down on neck. Her fingers squeeze harder against the girls ass, piping hot arousal surging through her blood as her bulge presses up between the apex of the blondes thighs, causing her to whimper against her skin loud enough to make Santana jerk up again in reaction and tilt her head back further.
Then the lips against her neck move to her ear, allowing her to hear how heavily Brittany's breathing as she reaches between them to begin popping open the buttons to Santana's jeans, and teeth nibble on the lobe which shoots straight through Santana, bottoming out low in her groin. She moans, unable to keep herself up as electricity pulses through her and flops back to the bed of the truck, her head hitting the travel pillow she put there earlier and she's presented with her girlfriend fucking smirking down at her, hands stilling after doing their job, eagerly anticipating the next move.
With the moonlight behind her, creating a fucking halo around her head, Santana is completely enamoured. She's frozen in spot, even though every part of her wants to give into the deep urges swirling around inside her stomach, but all she can do is stare because Brittany's just so fucking beautiful.
And that's what leaves her mouth. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Despite the heat of the moment, Brittany hears it, and her eyes flash up, her whole body stilling as she cocks her head to the side and smiles so softly that Santana can only sigh. The girl is looking at her like she's the best thing in the entire universe and for a whole minute, she almost forgets what they were about to do.
But the blonde doesn't. She snaps out of it, moving down to sit on Santana's legs as her hands continue working on the removal of her jeans, but not her boxers, and hot skin meets the chill of the wind which only makes the goosebumps forming over Santana's skin triple when the clothing is pulled free from her ankles. Then they're kissing again as Brittany scoots back up her body, gripping at her cheeks and deepening the kiss and Santana's body aches with the need to be inside of her.
She's fucking mesmerised by the way her girlfriend is kissing her though, and rotating her hips in a slow and sensual way and Santana just lets her do it for long moments, desperately trying to ignore the tugging feeling in her spine and how hard she is right now. She didn't bother with her concealment briefs tonight after changing out of her gown, as she wasn't exactly expecting this to happen, but right now that's the best thing as she's feeling the dampness of Brittany's underwear soaking through her own.
"Santana," Brittany moans into her mouth, and lifts up to reach between them again, pushing down her own underwear and getting it down by her knees, and Santana does it too, urging them as far as she can go as her member springs free, the blondes fingers wrapping around it immediately as Santana's move between strong thighs.
"Fuck, you're so wet," flies from her mouth when she slides between slick folds, circling tactically at the bundle of nerves at the top and Santana wants to tease her, wants to see how turned on she can get her before giving in to what they both want, but then Brittany's sucking on her bottom lip and grunting impatiently and Santana knows she needs to get a move on. As much as she loves foreplay between them, she needs to be inside her like now and she knows Brittany wants that by the way the blondes eyes flutter and a crease forms between her brow when Santana doesn't show any further signs of getting to the best part.
But she does, and she drops her hand away to grab at herself, hand wrapping around the back of the other girls as she steers her cock towards where it's needed, pressing the head against a tight entrance but pausing before she can use the other hand she has on Brittany's hip to lower her down because she wants to see her face. She wants to look her in the eye when she slides into her and it's not like they haven't done this a lot already, considering it's only been a week, but this feels more intense. This feels more significant than all the other times, bar the very first one, and there is a part of Santana that wonders why, but then again, they did just make it official.
So she puts it down to that, stroking her nose against Brittany's forehead from where she's looking between them, and she slowly glances up, seeing the way her eyes are burning with need and adoration, how her cheeks are flushed, and lips are swollen and Santana all about explodes just soaking it in.
Then there's lips on hers again, and a hand stroking softly against her cheek and Santana restarts her brain, kickstarts herself into action after shutting down for a brief second there and moves, putting pressure on Brittany's hips until she's being sucked up into tight, wet heat and brown eyes are rolling into the back of her head as she drops it back down to the pillow, revelling in the pleasure that courses through her.
"Fu–uck, San'tna," the blonde gasps, the words being lost against Santana's mouth as she kisses her and sparks fly through her body when Brittany takes her all in with one swift motion, sitting flush against her lap.
The hottest fucking noise she's ever heard flows to her ears, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she holds back the groan bubbling up the back of her throat in reaction as she peels her eyes open slowly, finding Brittany sitting on top of her, palms now pressed to her breastbone, fucking smiling. It's kind of embarrassing, as she was lost in the feeling whilst Brittany was staring at her, but she doesn't get to feel the heat of that as the other one takes over when Brittany leans on her body, using the position of her hands as she begins rolling her hips expertly, parting her lips as breathless moans come out of them.
The motion wipes the smile from the blondes face, and the noises only continue as Santana watches the way the girl starts working her, panting heavily and building up a sweat as she uses the strength from years of being a dancer to bounce up on and down on her lap, hitting a spot deep inside of her that makes her squeak.
It's a thing of beauty, and Santana watches in awe for a good minute before taking in the reactions is too much and she needs to make Brittany feel as good as she does now. Her hands slip around to her girlfriends ass, her legs adjusting as feet plant to the cool metal of the truck bed, and she pushes up into her on a downward thrust, creating an obscene smacking noise and a high mewl from Brittany as she buckles, face falling down and hand shooting up to grab at Santana's neck.
"Oh my–God," is painted against her mouth, in a hot breath and Santana smiles as she cranes her neck to kiss her, just once, before putting her all into fucking the blonde the way she likes it.
The grip she has on her helps with the tilt, and she buries herself deeply after hammering into her for a good twenty seconds, holding still whilst Brittany takes the opportunity to restart the kiss and Santana quivers as Brittany grinds her hips down again, smirking against her lips like she's asking her to take it slowly even though she can feel how close she is already, and she wants to. God, she really fucking wants to, but Brittany always gets her so fucking hot and her stamina is fucking shot when she's with her, and she wants to make her come over and over, but she does as she's told, rolling her body in a wave, and feeling Brittany move with her, their bodies dancing in a horizontal tango that only they know.
The kisses return between Santana switching it up, knowing exactly what she wants to do and switching from fast and frantic to slow, drawn out thrusts that make Brittany come in a second, and as expected, the first orgasm punches through the blonde, her mouth stilling against Santana's as intense pleasure hits.
She muffles a scream, her thighs tightening around Santana's hips and Santana continues the slow pace, dragging her down slowly from the peak, even though the grip around her dick is only getting tighter and the heat is only getting hotter, and she doesn't know how much longer she's going to last. Especially when Brittany's eyes bulge open, her hands snapping up to hold Santana's face as she stares into brown eyes and lets her inside her soul, lets her see what she's doing to her, and unexpected affection rises in her chest.
And Santana believes now more than ever that Brittany meant every word she said before. This isn't just casual, this is a once in a lifetime thing they have, and she knows all the shit they've gone through has only made them stronger, and that nothing else matters. Not tonight, not anyone else's opinion, not anything.
Because it doesn't matter if certain people don't want them together. It doesn't matter that people aren't approving of their relationship and that they had to fight through hell to get here and are probably going to have to continue to do so to stay in this bliss, because they're going to do it.
Brittany kissing her brings her out of her thoughts, and she takes the opportunity to distract the blonde by pushing her tongue into her mouth and rolling them over, her hand moving up to cradle her girlfriends skull as she settles between long legs and finds a new position. She puts full focus into remaining inside the blonde whilst doing so, and starting where they left off, her other hand stroking up the curve of Brittany's leg, up to her hip and gripping as she thrusts into her deep and slow.
Fireworks could be going off around them and they wouldn't notice, and Santana tips her head back up to suck in the blondes bottom lip as the other girl whimpers, her hands splayed across Santana's back and holding her tight against her.
Santana wants to switch it up like she did before, but she's obsessed with how her girlfriend is reacting to being fucked deep and slow, dragging out every movement like it's the last one she's ever going to get.
Brittany's moaning into her ear, low and guttural and Santana can feel the second orgasm rapidly approaching, along with her own, but she wants to convey how she feels about Brittany with this. As much as sex is just sex to a lot of teenagers, this isn't like that – both of them would know – and she thinks she's read about it in books and seen it in movies, and it makes three little words crawl up her throat until she has to bite at Brittany's neck to stop herself from saying them.
She can't. She can't say it just yet, not after technically a week together – even though they were going on way before that – because that's naïve and totally cliché.
More than anything, she can't say it during sex, because that's totally lame too and might give the impression it's just her being lost in the moment and Brittany deserves more than that, so she settles on focusing on their bodies moving together like they've been doing it for years until the heat is building too high in her spine and she knows it's coming too soon.
But she pulls back, wanting to give Brittany what she gave her a second ago and allows herself to feel everything about this moment, how her cock is sliding in and out so slowly that she thinks she's going in slow motion, how fingers are mapping out every inch of her skin, or even how the blonde is smiling up at her like she's the best thing in her universe, but it only contributes to kicking her closer to the end of the line.
And before Santana wants it to, she reaches her climax and buries herself deeply, a few jerky hip motions being thrown into the mix as she chokes on her breath and releases herself, spilling inside the blonde.
It's enough to bring Brittany with her, nails digging into the skin of Santana's back as she breaks hard again too, snaps like a rubber band pulled too tight for too long and they both breathe out each other's names as intense sudden waves of pleasure crash upon both of them, eyes locked and souls bared, their lips finding each other when it gets too much, and then their tensed bodies collapse against one another.
/
After getting really cold seeing as they're naked and just had sex in the open flat bed of Santana's truck, they both grab their clothes and clamber into Brittany's SUV, curling up naked against each other in the back seat, hands clutching at each other and wound into hair and bodies so close they could fuse into one.
There isn't much talk for the following ten minutes, as they just stare at each other with goofy smiles and the windows begin to steam up as they're still radiating heat and twitching from what they just shared, but it's bliss.
It's literally like their very own version of paradise and Santana's not embarrassed to admit that she's do anything for this girl. She'd move mountains if she could, and she almost goes to say that, but then she blinks herself out of her daze and notices blue eyes no longer on her face, instead focused on the small wound on her shoulder, covered in a bandage that's coming unstuck at the sides, and she has to ask what she's thinking.
"What are you thinking about?"
Brittany's eyes move back to her, and she sucks in her lips before she replies. "The school shooting," she admits lowly, and concern pulses through Santana. "And how you came to find me."
She sits up a little, back propped against the side of the door as they're lying lengthways across the seat and furrows her brows, hands stroking up her girlfriends arm. "What do you mean?"
"You came to find me," the blonde repeats, resting her temple against Santana's shoulder and staring up at her through long lashes. "You literally risked your life to make sure I was okay, even though you could've stayed inside the library."
Well, yeah, but why wouldn't she have done that? "I needed to know you were safe," she explains and it's true.
There wasn't another thought in her head when she got that damn text telling her Brittany was in the girls bathroom. She didn't even hesitate before she was trying to bolt out into the hallway, only being stopped by Puck who let her go eventually anyway. She would've floored him if he'd tried to physically restrain her, but she just had to and until now, she'd never really seen the importance behind that but it she knew she just had to do it and there are zero regrets that come with it.
Even if the image of Principal Figgin's dead body is burned into her mind.
"You wouldn't have got shot if you hadn't come out to find me though," Brittany responds but that part isn't true.
"That didn't happen until a while after we got back."
Blue eyes hold hers for a long minute, but there's still fight there so Santana will hear her out. "You saw Azimio and told him to go to the library, which you wouldn't have done if you hadn't seen him when you came to get me," she explains and Santana's mind clicks, linking the two, but that's not how she sees it. Brittany isn't to blame here. "Quinn wouldn't have had to go crazy on him if he hadn't been there," she pouts and her eyes drop for the first time, focusing on her fingers as they dance across Santana's stomach.
But her hand shoots out, stopping the movement and earning the blondes attention again. "Britt, that's not how anyone sees it," she says because she means it. She doesn't see it like that and honestly, she didn't know Brittany was still thinking about that, but she wants to know why. "Why are you even thinking about that?"
Brittany takes a deep breath in and changes position, bracing herself by her arm and leaning up, remaining cuddled into her side. "I'm just thinking about everything we've gone through and how we've probably got more to deal with," she exhales the words and the lightbulb flicks on above Santana's head.
That's just the root thought of everything that's led them to this moment, including tonight and how her dad is trying to keep them apart but regardless of life threatening situations or ex-girlfriend/best friend drama, they're still going strong, and she finds herself smiling, leaning over to nudge Brittany's face up and kiss her softly because she's going to reassure her.
Except before she can get that out, the kiss breaks and then there's a buzzing coming from somewhere around them, in another area of the car and Brittany pulls back, frowning as she begins searching for it. There's confusion in her eyes and she sits up, leaning into the front and finding it immediately, sitting back beside Santana's hip as she curls around her, arm looped around the blondes waist to pull herself up and peer at the screen.
She doesn't get to do it though before Brittany's going completely still and Santana feels the atmosphere shift. Her brows furrow as she tries to read who it's from, but blue eyes dart down to her and she knows she needs to ask.
"Who is it?"
Brittany swallows thickly, looking at to the phone and then back again. "It's Quinn," she says and Santana, not seeing a problem with it, nudges her slightly as if to ask why that's a reason to freeze. It's only Quinn. "She asked me if I'm with you."
There still doesn't seem to be an issue, and brown eyes flit from left to right, her lips sucking into her mouth and leaving a beat of silence like Brittany's going to fill it. She doesn't though, just hovers over the phone shaped icon in the corner of the screen like she wants to call her, and Santana chooses to take over. She grabs the phone, ignoring the objection from the blonde and sits up properly, sparing one glance into blue eyes before she's pressing down on Quinn's name and there's a dialling tone as she brings it to her ear.
"Brittany?"
Santana clicks her tongue and shakes her head, a smile on her face. "No, it's me," she says and Brittany, who's still frozen in her spot, just stares with fear in her eyes. "What's up?"
"Rick's looking for Brittany. He just turned up at the party and he's pissed."
Fear runs through Santana's veins, cold flushing through her body and her mouth drops open to explain what's being said, but seeing as there's no outside noises, she knows Brittany heard it. Now she gets why she was frozen, although she's curious as to what the text said exactly as if it said that, she could've said instead of allowing Santana to call Quinn, but it doesn't matter. Brittany's dad is fucking looking for her and now she's beginning to panic as that man has a habit of knowing where people are and when and this is so not a situation she wants to be caught in.
"Wha–what?" She stutters out, eyes locked with blue ones, and she can feel the nerves spiking beneath her veins, warming up her blood for entirely different reasons this time.
"Rick's fucking looking for her, Santana," Quinn hisses down the line, and Santana can hear how scared her best friend is. If she's scared, and that's after seeing Rick at the party, she knows that she should probably be, too. "He asked me, and I said I didn't know but Dani overheard and…" She trails off and Santana wishes she could punch her down the phone and make her just spit it out.
"Dani did what, Fabray?" She spits, anger now present in her voice, and it evokes a reaction out of Brittany after hearing her friends name. The blonde begins scrambling through their discarded clothes piled up in the foot well and starts changing immediately, rushing through the motions, and looking all out of sorts as she does so. It's fucking scaring Santana and she reaches out, trying to grab at Brittany's arm but she's doing everything too fast and then Quinn's replying and her hand drops to the seat.
"She said you found Brittany up at Lima Point once and so she might be there," Quinn breathes out, sounding more defeated than anything and Santana's heart drops out her ass for the third time tonight.
Rick knows where Brittany is.
And Santana's with her.
Which means he's going to find them together.
FUCK.
"He left about ten minutes ago but apparently you don't have your fucking phone switched on for me to tell you that," Quinn grits, and in any other situation, Santana would probably snap back at her because she had her reasons, but she's watching as Brittany wiggles her dress up her body, grabbing the garage embroidered jacket and then Santana's clothes and throwing them at her and fuck… This isn't good.
This really isn't good, and Santana doesn't know what to do. She wants to do too many things at once, the first being flying out of here somehow and escaping to Alaska, but she knows so she can't and instead mentally calculates how long it'll take for Rick to get here from the after party, and she knows it isn't long. Ten minutes or so, to be exact, as there's no traffic in the streets at this time of night and she doesn't even bother with a goodbye as she hangs up the phone and tosses it into the foot well, doing the same thing the blonde did a minute ago and starts changing frantically.
She puts her shirt on backwards, and her hoodie too but catches it before it's around her hips. Her heart is somehow beating far too hard in her chest, but also is stuck somewhere in her throat and she tries to steady herself when the rush of emotion becomes too much and she starts feeling dizzy, but she can't. Her hand shoots out to the seat in front of her, the wound in her shoulder screaming at the movement but she manages to shrug her jeans on as Brittany rapidly opens the door to her SUV and then Santana freezes.
Distantly, there's the sound of wheels on the dirt track and it makes her speed up and follow the blonde as she climbs out, stepping into the glow of the headlights as a car pulls up behind the truck. Santana stumbles as she leaves, panting heavily as Brittany reaches back to steady her and she would say thank you, but she instead chooses to take in their appearance and realise how fucking messy they look. There's no doubting what they were just doing, and the windows in Brittany's car are still steamed up and shit.
She doesn't know what to fucking do.
So she just waits.
/
The headlights don't go off, as the person inside the car steps out, as well as someone in the passenger side. It shadows them, making the two girls squint against the brightness with hands over their eyes, but Santana hears the way Brittany stops breathing as the two people move in front of the light, revealing it to be exactly who was expected.
Rick's there, still in the same pinstripe suit he was wearing at the prom, but Santana barely even looks at him as she takes notice of the second person, which obviously, is fucking Sam.
Can't this guy just fuck off?
Rick takes a moment to eye them both, his vision wandering over their messy attire, ruffled hair and then they shift to the SUV they just climbed out of, his upper lip curling as he takes in the steamed up windows and puts two and two together. But he doesn't comment on that, instead glares down at Santana, then to his daughter and Santana braces herself as there's no talking herself out of this one.
The freaking car looks like the one Jack and Rose were in, on the Titanic, but without the handprint on the glass but that so isn't required to figure out what's been going own. It's pretty obvious already.
"Brittany," Rick growls, his voice completely void of emotion, and he steps closer. "Get in the car," he demands and pauses and Santana can't help but reach out, hand pressed to the base of her girlfriend's spine to remind her that she's here as support because he's pissed and very obviously so. His fists are clenched, his shoulders are square and if looks could fucking kill, Santana would be dead, but they said they'll get through anything as long as they're together and this is the first challenge to prove it since that was verbalised. "Now."
That makes Brittany wince, and Santana darts her vision between all three people in front of her, ribcage aching with how hard her lungs are working and she knows she has to say something. Anything to make this situation feel a little less tense because they're going to be together regardless, and she's never gone down without a fight. What they just shared in the past couple of hours is evidence of that, and Santana feels stronger than ever right now, even if she's downright terrified of the consequences to come and so she needs to say something.
"It's not Brittany's fault," she blurts out, stepping around until she's just slightly in front of the blonde. "We lost track of time and–"
"Shut up, Lopez," Rick cuts her off, tone hard and his eyes flash to her in a glare, his upper lip curling. She just cocks her head to the side at how he's addressing her; he's never called her by her last name before. "I know exactly what you were doing... I'm taking my daughter with me, now."
Santana does the same thing she did when he tried to stop her from going into the house to find Brittany and lifts her chin in defiance. She won't be spoken to like this, especially because Rick's only got his big boy boots on when her dad isn't around, and she wishes she had her damn phone on so her dad could check her whereabouts. She did say she'd check in on him and she hasn't and that was a few hours ago, but she knows she can't always have him around to protect her.
This problem is between her, Brittany, and Rick. This needs to be sorted out as there's still no real reason for Rick to dislike her so much. She's never broken Brittany's heart, regardless of his assumptions about her bringing drama with her wherever she goes. Everybody makes mistakes, and she wants to prove to him – as much as she hates that she has to – that she isn't a bad person and isn't going to drag his daughter down. She's only going to help boost her up, because she thinks she loves her and it'd be totally cliché to say, but it almost leaves her mouth.
Almost because after the long moment of uncomfortable silence, Sam steps forward. He reaches out as if he's going to grab Brittany's arm and she steps back, in time for Santana to move in front and block it because really? Does he actually think he's going to fucking touch Brittany? Let alone help her get back in a car with her dad when she obviously doesn't want to?
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Trouty?"
"Santana," Brittany says from behind and shocked that the first chance the blonde has to say something, it's a warning to her, she snaps her head around, brows furrowed but she sees how scared the girl is. She can see the fear in her eyes, like she knows she has a reason to be scared and possibly hasn't told Santana, but she's really fucking hoping that isn't the case. They've had more than enough time to share stories if there are any, and due to that, Santana's rendered speechless.
But Rick isn't. "Get in the fucking car, Brittany," he repeats, his voice lower than it was before and considerably angrier but Santana's not having this.
She won't accept this, even when Sam is dumb enough and clearly didn't take her threat seriously and reaches out again, but she's right there, folding her arms and stepping up in his grill until their toes are touching and if she were taller, they'd be nose to nose. "Back off, Frogger," she spits, and this time it doesn't warrant the same reaction from Brittany.
Instead, the blonde grabs her and tugs her back, causing Santana to stumble a little against the rocks beneath her feet but she stands strong once again, returning her gaze back to Sam because if he does that shit again, she's going to break his wrist.
"Dad," Brittany breathes, but she sounds like nothing Santana's ever heard before. She sounds like a scared little girl, wanting to fend for herself but holding back and Santana doesn't know how to react based off that. She thought they were fighting for them, like they said. "Dad, don't do this."
Rick moves again, only a step away from them now and he's towering over. Sure, Santana knows that's where Brittany got her height from, but she wishes he didn't look so much like a Disney villain that's going to succeed with his evil plan, or she'd lay him out. She probably couldn't reach him if she tried and she's hating how small she is right now amongst many other things.
Although that doesn't mean she's not feisty, and she sure as hell isn't going down without a fight and so she just stands there, flaring her nostrils, blood rushing through her body and eyes trained on the older man as he turns his attention to her.
"I told you to stay away from her," he spits her way, and she makes sure not to flinch. She's not going to show him she's weak because she isn't. The only reason she's not releasing the demons within is because she's pretty sure that'd get her in trouble with Brittany. "I warned you and you're not listening," he continues and snaps his hand out, grabbing his daughter by the bicep and Santana lurches, the instinct to defend kicking in strong but then there's a similar grip on her arm and she snaps her head around to find Sam gripping onto her.
"Get your hands off me before I remove them," she threatens, with full intention if he doesn't immediately release her but he really is as stupid as he looks and just glares at her instead.
"Leave it," he replies, his upper lip curling in a way that makes Santana think she's pissing him off. Good. That's the intent.
Mouth dropping open, venom curdling at the back of her throat, she goes to fire some his way but then she registers a small welp and all focus goes into roughly yanking herself out of Sam's grip and reaching out for Brittany. Rick sees it, making a point to pull Brittany past him until he can stand between them, and fury burns through Santana's veins. It's hot, and fast, and it's all happening so quickly that she's out of breath and slightly dizzy from it that she fails as she reaches out to grab at Brittany, her hand falling through the air and being shoved away roughly by Rick who closes the distance between them and again, towers over her.
He's not going to let her fight.
"You're trash, Lopez," he grits out and offense joins in with the emotions in Santana's body as she draws her head back to look up at him. Now she knows why Puck started a fight with that Carmel High kid after he was called that. It hurts. "Just like your mom, just like your dad," he adds on, flashing a smirk but there's anger in his eyes when she scoffs – this guy literally recoiled into his shell when Diego intervened last time – and Santana forces a smirk back. She's getting under his skin and if he tries to drag Brittany away from her, she's scared of what she'll do but then she processes his words, and all fight drains out of her at the mention of her mom.
How does he know her mom?
"You will always be trash, and I'm going to say this for the last time," he bends down slightly, his face coming level with hers and she bites down so hard on her tongue that she thinks it's going to bleed, her eyes boring into his. "Stay. Away. From. Brittany," he pauses between each word and reveals his teeth in a silent snarl, his vision dragging over her in disgust. "Or I'll be forced to take more permanent action."
She doesn't know what that means, but the fact that Brittany's stood by his car instead of her truck makes her think that's a serious threat. They've talked about the whole moving to Washington thing, but maybe Santana was right, and all her fears are coming to life. Maybe tonight with the whole prom king and queen manipulation was just the start of a bigger picture that she didn't even know was being painted, and the fear that she first felt begins overriding the heat beneath her skin.
It's so much colder, so much heavier, and it seems to have the effect Rick wanted as he straightens up, tugging on the lapels of his blazer and spins on his foot immediately, stalking back to the car and thrusting open the door, shoving his daughter inside. Brittany fights for a good ten seconds, her fists banging against his chest with tears streaming out her eyes now, but all Santana can do is watch because maybe that's why Brittany was so scared when she saw Quinn text her.
Maybe Brittany knows something Santana doesn't, like she first suspected, and that maybe the plans have changed and them being here have done that, however unwittingly.
And that's what makes the fight drain out of her. That's what makes her stand there, unable to intervene as Brittany disappears in the car, with Sam beside Santana, pretending like he's keeping her there when she knows she's about two seconds away from busting some balls if he even attempts to because she's not fighting because she doesn't want to. She's not fighting because she's thinking that anything she does is only going to make this worse and if she stops now, maybe she can come back from it.
But all of those are just maybes, and when Sam backs off and slides in the passenger side, the sound of Brittany yelling at her dad in the car flows into Santana's ears, she breaks into a jog as the car engine roars to life, banging her fists on the bonnet much like the blonde was doing to her dad a second ago and grabbing the side mirror as it stops abruptly. Running over a teenager probably wouldn't go down too well with a Senator, but if she has to throw herself under the wheels to get him to stop, she will.
"Rick, wait," she pants, hands scrambling at the window until it rolls down and then she's panting heavily, looking into eyes that could destroy her if that was possible. "Rick, you don't understand–"
"You're trash, Lopez," Rick cuts in, smirking at her with the reminder and Brittany objects by shouting dad, stop as loudly as she can, but he just waves her off and leans against the side of the door, towards Santana. She manages to peer over the man's shoulder, through the back of the seat and see Brittany crying, mouthing an apology to her. "Do as your told, or I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never see my daughter again," he pauses, clears his throat until her vision returns to him and he makes a point of turning his head to look at Sam, before staring at her right in the eye. "Brittany has other options."
The inference doesn't go amiss, nor does the threat as it echoes through her, but she doesn't get to say anything else before the wheels of the car spin in the dirt track, small pebbles flinging up and stinging her leg through her jeans, but then the car is reversing, turning in a three point as quickly as possible and disappearing into the trees and the darkness.
/
Santana has no choice but to leave Brittany's SUV in the parking lot.
She climbs back into her truck after slamming the flatbed door, choking back the tears that threaten to spill and speeds after the Rick's car. It's like an action movie, with the trees blurring past her and her taking corners way too fast considering the beat up truck she's in, but she knows cars and Rick has a fast one, which probably is excessively expensive but it's not like he has the funds.
She hates that, and she fucking hates him, and the heat is far too much as she repeats what just happened over and over, until the street is blurring in front of her, and she's forced to slow down in fear she'll crash the damn thing. That won't help anyone, and she has no idea where her phone is as it's switched off so if that happened, she wouldn't even be able to call for help and she fucking hates herself for that, too.
But after speeding for ten minutes, she's pulling back through the familiar streets of Lima, and she knows she can't go to the Pierce household. The damn maid probably wouldn't even let her go through the gates and so against the desperate urge to make this better, to see Brittany and tell her that this still doesn't matter, that she won't do what Rick says because she can't stay away from her, she drives home.
The lights are on, and she drags herself out the car, sniffling loudly at the tears and still feeling frustration burn through her body which only intensifies as time goes on, and before she knows it, she's kicking open her front door after getting the key jammed in the lock and stumbles through it, crashing to the floor. Her whole body gives up. Anger, pain, jealousy, hate rushes through her and it all gets too much until she's sobbing loudly on the hardwood floor, on her knees like she's trying to pray for a miracle.
It won't come though.
"Mija?" Comes from the kitchen, followed by footsteps swiftly after and she hears as gasp as Diego drops down to her side, strong hands clutching at her and shaking her gently until she looks up to her dad. "Mija," he repeats but more worried this time. "What's wrong? What's happened?"
The last thing he knew, was she was at the prom and so it isn't shocking that he's scared. The whole kneeling on the floor crying is probably alerting too, and she tries to find the words to say but she just ends up crying again. She can't help it. She feels like she's losing Brittany and that their happy ending is just getting further and further out of reach, and she doesn't know how to do this.
How is she supposed to fight for what she wants, when the thing she has to fight is Brittany's fucking dad? Not only is he a Senator, but he's her fucking family too and Santana knows how loyal the girl is. It's one of the many things she loves about her, and now she's fucking terrified that Brittany's slowly slipping out from her very hands because she's being given a choice she doesn't want to make.
"Santana," Diego entreats, using her full name to show how much he needs to know what's wrong with her, and how he can help. He's one of those dads, fiercely protective and she wants to tell him so he can do what he did before and scare Rick off, but what would that do? That might exacerbate things and she's already done a swell job of that tonight apparently.
But the words flow out before she can stop them. "It's Rick," she croaks, voice thick with sadness and pain and Diego reacts instantly, his entire body tensing, shown by the grip tightening around her biceps and his nostrils flare widely. "H–He threatened–"
"He threatened you?" Diego finishes off, looking so damn pissed in a way that she's never seen before. He's got his back up instantly, like he did when he found Rick talking to her outside the auto shop after closing up, and Santana tries to tell him that he can't do anything as Rick didn't threaten her with violence or anything, but with something he's entirely able to do; separate his daughter and Santana.
Which is just so much worse than violence. She'd have the shit kicked out of her by several large men if it meant she'd be able to be with Brittany.
"He c-called me t-trash," she chokes out, trying to make her explanation not sound as bad as it really is, but she can't. The truth is just coming out. "He said I was trash after finding me and Brittany together," she sniffles, regaining a strength in her tone as her dad stares down at her, eyes burning with anger, and she's so done with people looking at her like this. Even if this specific anger isn't directed towards her this time. "He said I was trash like you," she hiccups but then the words Rick said flash through her mind again and she stops crying completely. "And like mom," she finishes, but her tone is more curious than sad now, breathy too, and Diego's face falls, his hands dropping from her biceps.
It's such a strange reaction, for her dad to go from burning with fury to looking like he's seen a ghost, and she knows instantly that there's more than she's aware of. There's more information that she doesn't know, and her dad falls back to sit on his ankles, looking defeated and hurt and Santana hates herself for bringing up her mom, but she wasn't the one to do it originally. It was thrown at her, and due to the situation at the time, it wasn't the thing she was focused on but perhaps she should've been.
Perhaps she should've pressed Rick on how he knows her mom, and the longer she looks at her dad, the quicker she realises that there's a missing piece of the puzzle which is leading her to being entirely confused when she doesn't need to be. So she moves, she flips up the positions and reaches over to comfort her dad because her mom has always been a sore spot, and that wasn't easy to say but she needs to know.
She needs to know why Rick hates her so much, whether it's to do with her mom and why her dad has harboured such strong feelings towards the guy because she knows he does. His eyes only confirm it when they finally return back to her, holding strongly and he gulps audibly, wetting his lips and takes the longest moment to reply, but he does, and Santana suddenly can't breathe.
"It's about time you know something about your mom, Santana," he gets out, voice nothing like it was before. It's weak, scared, and the fact he's even said the words your mom are weird because the never leave his mouth.
But all she can do is listen, and so she does just that.
/
Any guesses?