Santana is frustrated beyond belief. Her parents took away her electronics, so she can't text Brittany to ask if she's okay, if she got her bag, or if she found Santana's letter. The cheerleader can't believe they won't even let her go to school. Actually, she can, because they are crazy sons of bitches. Hell, if her bathroom wasn't attached to her bedroom, she probably wouldn't even be able to take a shit without an escort.
Remembering what happened after the front door shut behind Brittany, Santana shudders.
She feels like her world is caving in around her. The one thing she was dreading has happened: her parents just walked in on her and Brittany, wrapped in each other's arms, naked. "Please, Mami," she begs from the couch.
"Don't even try to explain yourself to me. I don't want to hear it. I did not raise you like this," Teresa scoffs, shaking her head.
Removing his jacket, Antonio hands it to a still-crying Santana so she can cover herself up.
"I really love her," Santana chokes out.
"No. You're just confused. All that pretend dating crap somehow made you think you had actual feelings for her," her mother replies.
"I'm not confused, Mami. I—"
"Santana, just stop. Your father and I need to discuss this. Go to your room."
"What?" Santana asks incredulously.
"Go to your room. Now!"
"Are you kidding me? You're just going to—"
"Santana," her father interrupts. "Please wait in your room while we talk."
Looking between the two, Santana rolls her eyes. "Fine." After standing up from the couch, she bends down to pick up her bag.
"No. Leave your phone and laptop down here."
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Does it look like I'm joking?" Teresa says evenly.
Giving her mother one last glare, Santana turns around, cursing under her breath.
Does it seriously take a whole night, and more, to talk about her? Santana knew her parents would react like this: cruel, unwilling to listen, and with complete disregard for her feelings. The only thing that surprises her is that they didn't immediately kick her out. "Ugh!" she groans, picking up a pillow and throwing it against the wall. Then, she flops heavily back in her bed, trying to calm down.
To her surprise, she also feels a little relieved. If she makes it out of this, she can finally stop hiding, can finally hold Brittany's hand in public, can finally announce to everyone that she is Brittany's and Brittany is hers. She can finally tell people who she really is.
Who is she, though? Is she...a lesbian? She doesn't really care much for dicks, though she admires guys' abs and muscles. Then again, Brittany also has incredible abs and muscles, so hard and defined, and she has boobs.
Santana really likes boobs. Plus, sex with a girl—or, namely, sex with Brittany—is incredible. Vaginas are so much more fun than penises. Okay, so she's pretty gay.
With a jolt of surprise, she realizes that she's okay with it. As long as she has Brittany, she really doesn't care about anything else. The only people that care are her parents, and she doesn't give a damn what they think, not anymore.
"I'm gay," she breathes out loud, barely above a whisper. Saying it out loud makes it seem so much more real.
It feels good.
"I'm gay, and I love Brittany."
Santana smiles to herself. She feels oddly proud.
She is finally being honest with herself.
All of a sudden, it's not enough. She wants to tell Brittany, to see Brittany. Not only that, she wants to tell Quinn, her best friend who has always stood by her. She wants to tell Sam and Rachel and Puck and anyone with ears.
With newfound confidence and adrenaline, she yanks her door open and marches downstairs, ready to confront her parents.
"Santana," Antonio says, surprised by her sudden appearance. Her parents are sitting at their dining room table with papers spread out between them.
"What are—" Teresa starts, but Santana cuts her off.
"I'm gay, and I'm in love with Brittany Pierce."
"No, you're not. We read about it, and you're just confused. Many young adults are intrigued by the taboo of a homosexual relationship, and they confuse excitement and mystery for actual feelings."
"I'm not confused, Mami. I like girls. Boobs and vaginas turn me on."
"Santana!" she gasps. "How dare you use that language in front of us? Have some respect!"
"Respect? I have just as much respect for you as you have for me, which, evidently, is none. I don't believe in your ideals or morals. I don't agree with your principles, and I hate your lifestyle."
Again, her mom is not listening. She just sits there, shaking her head. "I knew we shouldn't have trusted her alone. We should have sent her to church school when I said so," she says to her husband. Then, she turns to Santana. "That Pierce girl has confused you. You just need to spend more time with God."
"God? You think sending me to some bible camp will change how I feel? Let me ask you this: where in the bible does it say that homosexuality is wrong? Where does it say that neglecting your daughter is okay? Or that money and power is everything? Where does it say any of that? And if God is somehow ashamed of me, why do Quinn and Judy Fabray accept me?"
Her parents ignore her. "We want you to go live with your abuela for a while and attend the school that her church offers," Antonio explains. "She has already agreed."
Santana's fists clench. "No."
"Excuse me? You are either going to live with your abuela, or you are going to leave right now." Teresa tries to keep her tone even, but her patience is wearing thin.
"Fine," Santana replies simply, then turns around and storms up to her room.
Her mother smiles, thinking she won. "I knew she would agree. There may still be hope for her yet."
After 20 minutes of mini-celebration, however, Teresa and Antonio are shocked when Santana barrels down the stairs with a duffel bag in hand.
"Goodbye!" She waves, making her way to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Teresa fumes.
"You gave me a choice: go to hell on earth, or leave for good. I'm choosing to leave."
"You are making a mistake, Santana," her father warns.
Avoiding eye contact with them, she grabs the doorknob.
"If you walk through that door, there is no coming back! You will not be part of this family anymore!" her mother screams.
Santana turns to face her parents one last time. "What family?" she says evenly.
Then, she walks out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
"Are you coming over to mine?" Quinn asks as Brittany walks over. Immediately, the shorter girl notices something different about her. It looks like Brittany is holding back a smile. Curious about her drastic mood swing, Quinn asks, "What's with the face?"
"Here." Brittany hands over the note from Santana.
Taking it, Quinn reads quickly, her expression changing as she reads. "Ugh, her parents are seriously the worst. Thank goodness she's okay, though. Wait. 'I love you'? You guys said 'I love you'?! Ahhhh!" she squeals, grabbing Brittany's shoulders and jumping up and down rapidly.
Blushing, Brittany bites her lip. "Mhmm," she hums, nodding her head and trying not to look as over the moon about it as she really is.
"No way! When? Where? Who said it first? I need details!"
"Calm down, Q! We said it last night at Santana's house. She said it first. In Spanish."
Quinn opens her mouth and fans herself mockingly. "Damn, girl. So other than her parents finding out, you had a good night?"
"It was amazing. I love her so much, Quinn. It scares me, but like, in the best way possible."
Smiling widely, Quinn tackles Brittany in a hug. "I'm so happy for you two, Britt. I ca—"
"Santana!" Brittany exclaims.
All of a sudden, it's like Quinn doesn't exist. Blue eyes lock onto the Latina, barely believing she's right there, standing in the hallway.
Then, Brittany is gone, running towards her girlfriend. Santana drops her bag just before Brittany hoists her off the floor, embracing her tightly. "I was so worried about you," Brittany whispers as she sets her down but continues to squeeze and smother her with affection.
"I was worried about you too, Britt," she sighs, feeling so much better now that she's back in her favorite person's arms. Being with Brittany, enveloped in her scent, makes all of Santana's sadness and worries and fears disappear. After leaving her house, she came straight to school, needing to see Brittany.
"Just to clarify, I was worried about both of you," Quinn interjects from the side.
"Oh, come here!" Santana says, rolling her eyes, but they both gesture for her to join their hug.
"Also, I don't know if you guys still want to keep your relationship a secret, but people are starting to stare."
"Let them," Santana beams. She dodges Quinn's head to press a kiss to Brittany's cheek.
"Gross! Not while I'm between you!" Quinn protests, trying to get out from between the two girls, but they just squeeze her tighter. "Come on, guys! Let me go!" The shorter blonde thrashes as Brittany and Santana start laughing insanely hard.
Soon, Quinn can't help but join in, and all three are laughing so hard, their grips loosen so they can hold their stomachs. They aren't even really sure what's so funny, but they're all giddy and high with relief. It feels so good to finally have a breather from all the angst.
Finally, they calm down, happy tears streaking down their faces as they try to catch their breath.
"So I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh?" Brittany asks, still holding onto Santana's hand. The Latina nods, the memory of everything flooding back to her after the short reprieve.
"We can talk at my house?" Quinn offers, knowing it is probably the safest choice.
They all agree and make their way out of school.
"What?! They actually wanted to send you to bible school?" Brittany exclaims incredulously.
"No, they wanted to send me to crazy homophobic bible school. There's a difference."
"Ugh, and to live with your God-awful abuela. I swear that woman is Satan's firstborn." Quinn shudders.
"So what happened next?" Brittany prompts.
Santana pauses, wondering how she should explain the next part of the story. "Well, I came out as gay, and my mom said my choices were to live with my abuela, or to leave for good. So I left. For good."
Silence.
"Well, fuck," Quinn says.
Brittany just sits there, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, while no noise actually comes out. After she gives up on trying to say something, she grabs the back of Santana's neck to bring her forward and press a kiss to her head. "I'm so sorry, honey," she whispers.
"Hell, I'm not! I mean, it sucks, but it's not like I see them much anyway. Now I just need to find a place to stay."
"You can stay with me," both blondes reply at the same time.
They turn to each other with questioning looks, and Brittany puts on a fake smile. "You're sweet, Q, but she's my girlfriend, and I want to take care of her."
"Brittany, you know that's not a good idea. Think about it. Your girlfriend living with you, your crazy mother, and your little brother? I know for a fact that you two don't have much self-control, and I don't want Tommy exposed to that. Not to mention your dad could turn up at any minute. Plus, we have a spare bedroom," Quinn reasons.
Brittany's lower lip juts out slightly with a genuine pout. "But—"
"Babe, I think she's right. I mean, I'd love to fall asleep and wake up next to you all the time, but don't you think it's a little soon for us to be moving in together?" Santana places a comforting hand on her girlfriend's knee. "Plus, now that I don't have to worry about my parents or anyone else holding me back," she slides her hand up the taller girl's thigh, "Quinn is right. I don't think I can control myself."
Brittany's breath hitches as her eyes flutter shut. Santana can always turn her on faster than she ever thought possible.
"What the hell, guys, I'm right here! See, this is what I mean," Quinn scoffs.
Santana smirks and takes her hand back, much to Brittany's disappointment. "Thank you, Q. Really. I'm so lucky to have you."
"Whatever. I only have two rules: no sex while I'm in the house, and if you have sex on the spare bed, you'd better bring your own sheets."
The girls burst out laughing, and Santana gets out a strangled, "Deal."
"I'm not kidding!"
"I know. I'll be good," Santana reassures her before standing up to give her a hug. "I really mean it. Thank you."
"You're welcome, S. You know I would do anything for you."
"I know. I would do the same for you."
When Quinn calls her mom to explain what happened, Judy is fully supportive of Santana staying with them. While the brunette is a tad envious, she mostly is extremely grateful. Mrs. Fabray has always been more motherly to her than her own mom.
After talking some more, they decide to call it a night, and Brittany insists on staying over again. As the couple separates from Quinn, she reminds them to be abstinent for the billionth time that night. "No sex! I mean it!" she yells from her room before closing the door.
They both change into pajamas: a tank top and short shorts for Santana, and nothing but an oversized shirt and panties for Brittany. "Ugh, how am I supposed to not jump you when you're wearing that?" Santana groans as they slip under the covers.
"Don't tempt me," Brittany smirks, then exhales loudly as she finally wraps her girlfriend in her arms. It feels like all her tension just melts away from her body.
"At least I finally get to be alone with you," Santana sighs, snuggling into her.
"I missed you so much," Brittany murmurs. "I was so worried about you."
"You gave me the strength to come out, B. I couldn't have done it without you, so thank you."
"I should be thanking you. You've made me so happy. I never thought I could feel this way."
"I know how you feel. I love you, and I can't wait to tell everybody."
Brittany separates their bodies so she can see Santana's face. "Wait, you mean...you want to tell people about us?"
"Of course! I've been hiding for so long. I want everyone to know that you're mine and I'm yours. Unless you don't want to tell people about us?" Doubt immediately floods Santana's mind. Is she pushing things too fast?
Her thoughts are cut off when the blonde surges forward to connect their lips in a loving kiss. "Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this moment for so long, you have no idea," Brittany admits, her blue eyes shining with unshed tears of joy.
Seeing the look of happiness on Brittany's face makes Santana want to cry too. She can't believe that all their wishes are finally coming true. "I think I have an idea," she whispers, barely audible.
"I love you, San."
"I love you too, Britt, and I missed you." Her eyes flicker down to thin lips. "All of you."
They lean forward at the same time to press their lips together again, savoring the taste and feel of each other. Breathing gets heavier as they continue to slowly make out, neither of them in much of a rush. Wet smacking sounds emanate through the room as their lips slide against each other, teeth nipping and tongues dancing. Brittany takes Santana's plump lower lip between hers and sucks particularly hard before gently biting down, receiving a groan from the Latina. Their grips tighten around each other as seconds turn into minutes, and hips start to subconsciously move.
Their legs tangle, and Santana fists Brittany's shirt while the other girl's hands cup her ass. The thrusts become more deliberate, the kissing more furious, and the moans more frequent. Neither of them purposely initiate sex. They just want to enjoy each other, but given their intense attraction to one another, it isn't a surprise that their lust quickly overwhelms them.
When Brittany pulls away, Santana leans forward, chasing her delicious mouth. "We promised Quinn we wouldn't," the blonde whispers, obviously conflicted. Usually, she wouldn't care, but their best friend has been so amazingly supportive.
Santana smiles and leans back in, kissing the corner of the blonde's mouth before trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses to her neck. "We're not having sex. We're just...having a private reunion," she reasons between kisses.
"Mmm, San," Brittany moans, moving her hands to tangle into thick, dark hair. "If we don't stop now, I don't think I'll be able to control myself," she pants, but she continues to press Santana's head closer to her.
Poking her tongue out, the Latina drags a trail on pale skin, from neck to ear, before whispering, "Then don't control yourself." She worries when the other girl stills against her, so it takes her completely by surprise when Brittany quickly rolls on top and straddles her waist, hooded blue eyes boring into her brown ones.
"Bad Santana," Brittany teases playfully, then leans down to whisper, "You'd better know how to keep quiet."
"Shit," Santana pants as a gush of wetness flows through her and her hips thrust forward in a vain attempt for friction.
"You know, making love is sweet and all," the blonde breathes while running her hands down Santana's back and under her shorts and panties, "but right now, I really just want to fuck you. Hard and fast."
Santana tries desperately to hold back a moan. She isn't entirely successful and instead lets out a broken whimper when Brittany presses against her center, hard, through her panties.
"Stay quiet, or we stop," Brittany whispers, rubbing circles right on top of Santana's clit.
Breathing hard, the Latina lets out short gasps, trying to control herself. "I-I need you," she pants into the blonde's neck.
"I know. Your underwear is fucking soaked," Brittany groans in awe.
Before Santana can ask again, Brittany swiftly pushes aside the ruined garment and plunges two dexterous fingers into her girlfriend. Santana's whole body seems to clench as her face contorts in a silent scream. Distracted by Santana's beauty, Brittany stops moving inside her.
"Fucking move, Britt." Neither girl knows if Santana is demanding or begging, but she is certainly desperate as she reverses their positions, then thrusts herself up and down on Brittany's fingers, her breasts bouncing.
"Fuck, look at you riding my fingers. It wouldn't matter if I started moving, would it? You seem to be taking care of yourself just fine."
"Please, Britt. Please," Santana begs, clutching the blonde's neck as she continues to bounce up and down, relishing the feeling of Brittany inside her. It has been much too long, and Santana is already embarrassingly close.
Not that the blonde is holding up any better. Without even being touched, she is slowly falling apart, entranced by the vision in front of her.
"Fuck!" Brittany moans in surprise when Santana suddenly reaches down her panties and easily thrusts inside her, she's that wet. Unlike Brittany, however, Santana doesn't stay still. No, she fucks her hard and fast. Brittany immediately starts grinding down on tanned fingers.
"Stay quiet, or I stop," Santana says deviously.
They lock eyes for a second before Brittany resumes her movements, roughly slamming in and out of her girlfriend's tight hole. Santana bites her tongue to keep from moaning, then copies her actions, pumping into her harder.
They move and rut against each other, rocking and thrusting in perfect sync. After a few minutes, however, although they both try valiantly to concentrate on getting the other off, doing so becomes increasingly more and more difficult as their orgasms approach.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," Santana moans into Brittany's ear as quietly as she can, her walls fluttering uncontrollably around the blonde's fingers, a telltale sign that she's close.
"Fuck, me too. Oh! Come with me, San!" Brittany sloppily connects their lips before they climax at the same time, groaning into each other, stifling their cries of release. Both girls shake and tremble against each other, lost in ecstasy.
They calm down after a little while, basking in their post-orgasm glow.
"I came so hard. Fuck, I missed you so much," Santana pants.
"Me too. When you started fucking me...damn, I'm surprised I didn't come right then, you felt so good."
"Well, I love making you feel good," she says sweetly, pecking her lips.
"Me too." Brittany smiles in return. "We should probably get some sleep now. We've got a big day tomorrow. I get to flaunt you and show everyone that you're taken."
"Mmm, can't wait," Santana sighs happily as she snuggles into Brittany.
They melt into each other, finally relaxing peacefully.
