The Sound of Silence
Chapter 9
A/N: Thank you again to you incredible reviewers! Also a special thank you to all of you who helped me make a decision about the kissing scene and those of you who helped me decide if I should continue the route I was going! I was thinking of a way to thank you but then i realized you guys got to not only read TWO separate first kiss scenario's for these girls but also got to read it before everyone else! So I hope that is good enough for you all! (: Because no promises that there is a kiss in this chapter or if it is next chapter… (:
Santana and Brittany walk into the school together Monday morning and head for Tina's locker just as Santana does every morning. The Asian doesn't see them as they approach because she has her attention focused on her locker as she loads up her backpack with books.
So when Santana taps her on the shoulder, it causes her to jump a bit, whipping her head around in their direction. Santana is beaming at her and Brittany is standing behind the brunette with a small smile of her own, but she's looking down at Santana and not at Tina.
It's odd how perky Santana looks and it makes Tina give her an amused look. It's not that she has never seen Santana smiling like this, because she has seen it often. She gets this smile on her face anytime she buys a new comic book or a new video game comes out. It's just odd to see her with a smile this big, this early in the morning and especially at school. She doesn't think she has ever seen Santana smile this widely at school.
"What's up with your hair?" Tina asks with a small chuckle, eying the few strands that are sticking up from Santana's normally perfectly slicked back ponytail.
Santana frowns and slaps a hand over her hair as Brittany chuckles. "I gave her a ride to school this morning." Brittany informs the girl, gently prying Santana's hand away from her hair. She then licks her finger and presses the few strands of hair down for her. "It's from the helmet." She adds just to be clear.
Tina nods and raises a brow at Santana, still surprised that the Latina rides on Brittany's motorcycle. Tina doesn't even have Santana's anxiety and she'd be too afraid to ride on a motorcycle. Her eyes then move over to Brittany who is still trying to press down one last strand of hair that doesn't seem to want to lay down. She can't help but look at the blonde bemused because of her affectionate actions.
Santana's face is scrunched up and she giggles before slapping Brittany's hand away finally.
"Well we should probably get to class." Tina says, a bit awkwardly, not sure if she should break up their little moment.
Santana snaps her eyes away from Brittany and gives Tina a smile, nodding her head. She hooks her arm through the Asian girl's and walks in the direction of their class, Brittany walking next to them.
The action confuses Tina because Santana has never been one to really show affection. She doesn't think they've ever really touched unless one was upset and needed a comforting hug or something.
It makes her wonder what this girl is doing to Santana. Not that it's a bad thing. She kind of likes this side of Santana. It's refreshing seeing her in such a good mood.
o0o0o
"How was your weekend?" Tina asks her best friend as they wait for their teacher to start first period. She glances over at Santana who is texting on her cell phone with a huge smile on her face. She doesn't even seem to be aware that Tina is speaking to her. "Hello?" Tina asks annoyed, snapping her fingers in Santana's face.
Santana jumps a bit and snaps her eyes up to Tina. She sees the annoyed look that Tina is sporting and gives her an apologetic smile. She quickly finishes her message before pocketing her phone and giving her best friend her full attention.
"So, how was your weekend?" Tina asks once again, a little annoyed that she'd had to repeat herself.
Santana lets out a content sigh and can't help the huge grin from appearing on her face. She bites down on her lip and writes Tina a note on the spiral in front of her.
Amazing, I spent a lot of time with Brittany.
Tina can't help but smile as well. She still doesn't fully trust the blonde, but she has never seen Santana even close to being this happy. The only time she'd ever even come slightly close is when her brother came back home. Or the time she'd beat some video game that was apparently really hard to beat. Tina can never remember the name. She's not into video games.
"You had a good time?" Tina asks, and Santana immediately nods. "Where did she take you?" She asks curiously.
Santana is about to write out a response when her phone vibrates in her lap. She bites down on her lip and glances down at it before looking back up at Tina. She really wants to read it, but she doesn't' want to be rude and text while talking to Tina.
"Answer it." Tina says with a smile, rolling her eyes. She'd heard the phone go off as well and she could see the conflict in Santana's eyes.
Santana lets out a smile of relief and quickly pulls the phone out of her pocket.
Brittany (8:06 a.m) Hanging out with Puck under the bleachers
Santana frowns and quickly types her message back to Brittany, trying to do it as quickly as possible so that she can talk to Tina again.
Sent (8:06 a.m) You're skipping class?
Santana can't help but wonder how often Brittany skips class. Although finding out that she is skipping shouldn't really be that surprising. Brittany is always so sweet to her, she sometimes forgets that Brittany is the school's badass. Badass' do stuff like this right?
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she remembers her conversation with Tina and quickly writes down what her and Brittany did this weekend just as the teacher starts speaking at the front of the room.
Her and Tina end up continuing to write to one another during the class, which surprises both of them. Normally Santana wouldn't even consider passing notes in class. Not only because she doesn't want to get into trouble but also because she always likes to give the teacher her full attention so she can learn as much as possible.
However, she realizes she can still pay attention and write Tina at the same time. It also helps that she'd read the chapter they're talking about like twice before class so it isn't really new material. Honestly, she probably knows more than the teacher. Which isn't new.
They're also talking about Brittany in the note and Santana just can't seem to stop. But she does start to feel a little bad because they've filled up a whole page of notes to each other and it's all about her. She had yet to even return Tina's first question and ask how her weekend was.
Right now they're on the subject of Brittany being her girlfriend because Tina had asked if she was. It'd made Santana blush hard and she'd just shrugged her shoulders awkwardly. She doesn't think that Brittany is her girlfriend because they haven't talked about it. But do people even talk about it anymore or is it just assumed after a certain period of time? They had hung out all weekend and she'd picked her up for school this morning. She is also pretty sure Brittany isn't seeing anyone else. At least she hopes that she isn't.
When Santana gets the spiral back and their conversation has pretty much come to an end, she takes the opportunity to ask Tina what she did over the weekend.
Hung out at the Lima bean with Artie, Rachel, and Mercedes and then me and Artie went to the movies with Blaine and Kurt. And of course Sunday was family day.
Santana should have known that Tina spent a lot of her weekend at the Lima bean. That is where her and her friends from Glee are always hanging out. They'd invited her a few times but she of course had declined. But a part of her has always wanted to go, and be normal and hang out with friends. Maybe now that she is starting to get out of her comfort zone, she can go with them some time. For some reason the thought doesn't seem as scary as it used to. However it'd probably change once she arrived at the coffee shop.
Do you like Artie?
Santana surprises herself with the blunt question and apparently surprises Tina as well, by the look on her face. They don't normally talk about things like this, but lately Santana has been doing all kinds of things that she wouldn't normally do. It's kind of great actually. Honestly it feels like someone else has taken over her body and she's just floating somewhere watching. Not that she is complaining, because the last couple of weeks have been the best weeks of her life. She never really thought she needed friends and definitely not a girlfriend, but now that she sort of has it, she's thinking that she was in denial all that time.
No, why would you think that?
Santana glances over at Tina before she writes down a response and her best friend looks anxious. And believe her, she knows what anxiety looks like. That right there kind of answers her question.
You guys have just always hung out a lot. He's really sweet and I think he likes you too.
Tina's face turns beat red as she reads Santana's response and she hesitates on what to write back. It makes Santana smile because she's pretty sure she is right on with her assumption. She doesn't really know why she hadn't noticed it before. Maybe now that she likes someone and has someone, she's noticing it on other people as well. Or maybe she is just noticing more things in general now. Brittany has kind of made her do that.
The blonde is just so carefree and relaxed. She's always taking in things around her, which Santana does as well but in a different way. Brittany notices details and the way that people are feeling. Santana just calculates everything like how many people are around or how close they are to her. She hadn't really ever picked up on emotions. She's always kind of felt like Sheldon Cooper from the Big Bang theory. Completely socially awkward and oblivious.
But it's slowly changing the more she hangs out with Brittany. She's starting to pick up on Brittany's "Stop and smell the flowers" attitude.
Tina finally starts writing something back to her when she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. Her eyes snap over to the teacher who is reading something off of her notes.
Santana bites down on her lip and places her hand over the phone in her pocket. She has an internal battle if she should pull it out and respond or not. Students text all the time and class and they hardly ever get caught. In fact, looking around the room she can count at least 4 kids who are subtly texting under their desks.
The teacher turns around and starts writing on the dry erase board and that is when her mind is made up. She quickly pulls it out and unlocks it, her eyes not leaving the teacher until she has to look down to read it.
Brittany (8:16 a.m) Santana Lopez are you texting me during class? :p
Santana smiles and the response and then another message pops up.
Brittany (8:16 a.) and yes I am, have you ever skipped before?
Santana glances back up at the teacher but she still has her back turned to them so she quickly starts typing out a response, her eyes glancing up at the teacher after like every word.
Sent (8:16 a.m) No. Aren't you afraid you'll get caught?
As soon as Santana is about to lock the screen of her phone, she sees the three little dots pop up that signal Brittany is texting her back already. She looks back up at the teacher who has now turned back around but is looking down at her notes once again. So she decides to just wait for the message.
Brittany (8:17 a.m) That's what makes it fun
Before she can respond, Brittany sends another message.
Brittany (8:17 a.m) You should skip with me one day. Take a walk on the wild side (;
Santana's heart starts racing a bit in her chest just at the thought of skipping class. She's been doing things that she isn't used to doing and stepping out of her comfort zone, but she isn't sure if she will be able to skip class any time soon. Although for the first time it sounds appealing.
o0o0o0o
"Do you mind if we go somewhere before I take you home?" Brittany asks, handing Santana her helmet. Santana looks at her a bit skeptically and Brittany smiles. "There is just no chances of me getting to surprise you is there?" She asks with a hint of amusement. She's not really angry about it however it would be nice to be able to surprise Santana sometimes.
And she will. She just needs to give it some more time.
Santana frowns and looks down at the ground, shaking her head. She obviously feels guilty. It's not that she likes ruining surprises, she just can't stand not knowing where they are going or what is going on. It'll cause her to have a panic attack.
"Well, it's not even a surprise really," Brittany shrugs. "I just want to stop at this shop that sells motorcycle swag." She informs Santana who then nods her head, telling her that she doesn't mind going.
Brittany smiles and takes the helmet back from Santana then places it on the Latina's head, careful as always not to break her glasses.
They get to the shop within 15 minutes, the longest that Santana has ever been on the bike. She's starting to get used to it and it's not near as scary. Although she does still hang on to Brittany for dear life, she's gotten to wear she can at least open her eyes and look around. Though she first time, she'd opened them she shut them right back after a couple of seconds.
Brittany takes the helmet from Santana and carries it into the store with them. She's not one of those people to just leave it on the handle's or the seat to be easily stolen.
Brittany opens the door for Santana and the Latina slowly walks in side, but steps to the side to let Brittany walk inside and walk in front of her. The blonde leads them over to a wall lined with helmets and a purple, white and black one immediately catches Santana's attention. However, she doesn't feel like she should pick it up so she just admires it from the shelf.
"You like that one?" Brittany asks, taking it off the shelf.
Santana nods with a timid smile and Brittany carefully places it on Santana's head.
"Does it fit okay?" She asks, and Santana once again nods.
Brittany mirrors her nod and then carefully helps Santana take the helmet off. She keeps it under her arm then turns back to the wall of helmets, looking over the others.
"Is it your favorite?" Brittany asks, glancing over at Santana.
Santana looks down at the helmet in Brittany's arms then looks back at the wall. She takes a few seconds to scan over all of them, but quickly comes to a conclusion and nods her head in confirmation.
"Okay, then we'll take it." Brittany says with a smile, making Santana shake her head, her eyes widening. But Brittany just smiles. "It's for you." She says as if she knew Santana's thoughts, but this just makes Santana shake her head even more. She couldn't let Brittany buy her a helmet, these things are expensive. "Hey, if you're going to be riding on my bike more, you need your own helmet." Brittany says with a shrug.
Santana sighs, because Brittany is right. Brittany always lets her wear her own helmet but that means that Brittany has no helmet. And Santana doesn't really like Brittany riding without one, although she doesn't like herself not riding with one either. That is why she'd never protested the helmet. Which is a little selfish, but whatever. Honestly if it were up to her she'd wear knee pads, and elbow pads as well. The whole works.
But if she is buying her a helmet, she at least doesn't have to buy her one this expensive. There are others that are like 200 dollars cheaper. So Santana makes her way over to the cheaper brands, scanning them up and down.
She finds another purple one, it's just solid, but she still likes it. So she takes it off the shelf and hands it to Brittany who is at her side.
"You're favorite color is purple isn't it?" Brittany asks with a smirk and Santana nods her head with a shy smile. Brittany takes the helmet from Santana's hands and looks at it with a frown, before looking back up at Santana. "This is crap." She says bluntly. "You may as well just put a plastic bucket over your head." She says, emphasizing even more how crappy the product is.
Santana thinks she is being a bit overdramatic although it's obviously not as good as the other or it wouldn't be so much cheaper.
"My girlfriend isn't about to be riding around with a plastic bucket on her head." Brittany says, shaking her head as she puts the helmet back. She looks back over at Santana who is suddenly frozen with wide eyes. It's then Brittany realizes what she'd said. "Did I say that out loud?" She asks, laughing awkwardly.
Santana just continues staring at her with a shocked expression, still trying to wrap her mind around what had just come out of Brittany's mouth.
Girlfriend.
Brittany lets out another awkward chuckle and fiddles with the helmet in her hands. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it just kind of slipped." She says shrugging slightly as her eyes find Santana's again. "I mean, I know we've only really gone out on a date like once. Twice if hanging out at my house counts…"
Santana blinks a few times, the shock slowly starting to ware off, but just enough to pull her out of her trance. But she still doesn't say or do anything. She just continues watching Brittany as the blonde rambles.
"That was really soon so just forget I said it." Brittany says, and for the first time, Santana sees her face turn beat red.
Santana decides that she should probably do something now, but she still really isn't sure what. She reaches out for Brittany's hand and squeezes it gently, gaining the blonde's attention.
Brittany stops talking and moves her eyes up from the helmet to look at Santana who is smiling shyly at her. Brittany lets out a breath, her shoulders dropping and she smiles, rolling her eyes at herself. Taking in a deep breath, she composes herself and looks into Santana's dark eyes, smiling gently. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" She asks hopefully, in a small voice. "If not, it's cool. I mean if it's too soon or whatever…" She starts rambling once again and Santana can't help but roll her eyes at the girl and smile amused.
She gives Brittany's hand another squeeze, successfully shutting her up again. This time the blonde smiles embarrassed and sighs.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm being like this." She admits with a slightly awkward shrug. "I'm not normally this lame." She adds, making Santana smile and her dimples show. "Santana, I want you to be my girlfriend. Do you want to be mine?" She asks once again, this time ceasing the rambling.
Santana bites the inside of her cheek and tries not to explode from happiness, although she feels like she is about to burst. She smiles bashfully at Brittany and nods her head, looking at the blonde through her lashes.
Brittany lets out a huge sigh of relief and pulls Santana by her hand into her body. She lets go of Santana's hand to wrap her around the brunette's waist, careful not to hit her with the helmet that is still in her left hand.
After a minute Brittany pulls away, noticing the two guys behind the counter, staring at them. She gives them both a glare over Santana's shoulder, successfully making them look away. Her face then transforms into a smile as her eyes land back on Santana. Her girlfriend.
"Oh! We need to get you a leather jacket!" Brittany says excitedly, grabbing Santana's hand and pulling her through the store. She sifts through a few jackets, winding around all of the clothing racks, Santana following only half a step behind her, not really looking too intently at the jackets.
She watches as Brittany takes a few off the rack, looking them over before frowning and putting them back. She does this about 4 times before finally finding one that she likes. It's black with a slender purple stripe going down both sleeves.
"It matches your helmet." Brittany says with a grin, holding it out for Santana to look at. She then places said helmet on top of the clothing rack so that she can have both of her hands to take the jacket off of the hanger. "Try it on." She says, holding it out and open for Santana.
Santana frowns at her, but Brittany just shoves it even closer giving her an insistent look. So Santana of course sighs and turns around, sticking her arms out behind her to put the jacket on with Brittany's help. She then turns back around, looking down at the jacket, her fingers gripping onto the edges where the zipper is.
"Does it fit?" Brittany asks, giving Santana a once over. Santana just nods her head in response, making Brittany smile. "You look so badass." She grins. She reaches out and pulls Santana's hands away from the jacket so that she can see it fully. "Give me a spin girl!" She says teasingly, making Santana roll her eyes. "Aw, come on, You don't like it?" She asks with a small pout.
Santana looks back down at herself and just shrugs awkwardly. She does kind of like it, but she doesn't want Brittany buying two things for her. Especially since neither one are exactly cheap.
"Seriously," Brittany says in a low voice, stepping closer to Santana. She reaches up and grasps onto the jacket, smiling a bit bashfully at Santana. "You look so sexy in this jacket." She just about purrs, making Santana swallow hard.
Santana bites down on her lip, her face flushing as she lets out an awkward giggle. She has to take a step back from Brittany just to be able to think clearly and to see straight. Being that close to Brittany just does things to her. Especially when said girl is telling her in that low voice that she looks sexy.
"Okay, let's go pay." Brittany says suddenly with a smile, pulling completely away from Santana. She grabs the helmet off of the rack and heads for the register leaving a very flushed Santana behind.
o0o0o0o
Santana walks into her house that afternoon, clutching the helmet to her chest, her new jacket zipped up snuggly on her body. She closes the door and leans up against it letting out a content sigh. She again can't wipe the huge grin off of her face because Brittany is her girlfriend now. Her girlfriend!
"Santana?" She hears Manny's voice, snapping her from her daze. She looks into the living room and sees him standing near the couch, looking at her. "Can I talk to you?" He asks curiously, and something about his face makes Santana uneasy.
She pushes herself up off the door and nods her head, before walking into the living room. She walks past him, giving him a curious look as she sits her helmet on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch. "What's up?" She asks a bit hesitantly.
"Is Brittany friends with that Puckerman kid in your grade?" He asks, his brows furrowed.
It confuses Santana and her brows also scrunch up. "Um y-yeah," she answers slowly, not really sure where this is going or why he cares. She isn't really even sure how Manny knows Puck.
Manny lets out a sigh and sits down on the coffee table across from her. "I thought so," he says, but seems to be talking to himself more than to her. "Santana," He starts, giving her his full attention now and Santana doesn't like the tone of his voice. It's that tone he only gets when he is about to tell her something he doesn't want to tell her. "I don't want you hanging around Brittany anymore." He says bluntly, making Santana's eyes widen.
Her face scrunches up in confusion and she opens her mouth, but then closes it not really sure what to say. "W-What? W-why?" She finally asks, completely confused and honestly a bit angry.
"I know that Puckerman kid, he's not a good guy and that is where I remember Brittany from. She's apart of his little group, and I don't think they are good influences on you." He tells her honestly. "You remember my ex-girlfriend Taylor?" He asks, and she just slowly nods her head, still trying to process what he is telling her. "He slept with her! She cheated on me with him." He informs her.
Santana continues looking at him confused, and shakes her head, trying to get her thoughts together. "What d-does that have t-t-to do with B-Brittany?"
Manny shakes his head, "That doesn't specifically." He says, before leaning forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "I'm just saying that I know all about her and her friends, and they aren't people you need to hang out with." He tells her sternly. "They're always getting into trouble and it's not just because they're texting in class or something." He says seriously. "They get into some real trouble."
Santana continues shaking her head at her brother, her brows deeply furrowed, trying to wrap her mind around all of this. And finally, she stands up from the couch abruptly. "Y-y-you c-can't do th-this!" She says angrily.
"Santana-
"No!" She shouts, taking a step away from him when he tries to reach out to her.
"Santana, you know I'm only trying to look after you." He says sincerely, taking a step closer to her, but she just backs away again.
"What's going on?" Maribel's voice asks, from the doorway, making both Manny and Santana's eyes snap over to her.
Maribel eyes them curiously, and sets her purse down on the table before taking her jacket off. "Santana?" She asks, directing her attention over to her visibly distraught daughter. "What's going on?" She asks once again, placing a gentle hand on Santana's arm.
Santana doesn't say anything and just hugs her arms tighter to her chest, trying her best to hold the tears in her eyes back.
"I told her I don't want her hanging out with Brittany anymore." Manny informs her, making the woman look at him just as confused as Santana had. "Mom, her and her group of friends aren't anyone Santana should be around. I went to the same school as them for a couple of years and I remember." He explains. "They're always getting into some kind of trouble whether it is fighting, skipping, vandalism, they do it all." He tells her and her eyes widen slightly at the information.
Maribel looks back to Santana and sees a few tears slipping down her cheeks. It breaks her heart, but if what Manny is saying is true, she isn't so sure that she wants Santana hanging out with her either. "Santana is that true?" She asks carefully.
Santana just hugs herself tighter as tears continuing running down her face, but she manages to shake her head.
"Yes it is Santana!" Manny says with a sigh. "Honestly, I'm surprised that you even want to be around someone like her. You normally have such good judgement." He says, his brows scrunching up in confusion.
Santana looks up at him and inhales a shaky breath through her mouth. "S-she's n-n-not a bad p-person." She says through her tears, looking at him helplessly.
"Santana," Maribel says gently. "I know you really like this girl, but if what Manny is saying is true then-" She starts to explain, but Santana interrupts her before she can even finish the sentence.
She rips herself away from her mother, successfully stoping her from speaking. "Y-You guys c-c-ca-can't d-do this," Santana says, squeezing her eyes shut as her stutter begins to get the best of her. It always seems to happen when she gets really worked up and honestly she can't remember the last time she was this angry.
Without another word, Santana spins around and storms up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door shut behind her.
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Brittany is lying back on her bed, flicking a lighter on and off in her hand as she semi pays attention to the TV in front of her. She'd just gotten home about 30 minutes ago and she is already bored and more so she already misses Santana. She'd text her about 20 minutes ago but she hadn't gotten a response.
She assumes Santana has probably started studying or something and hasn't checked her phone. The thought of seeing Santana sitting at her desk, her brows creased slightly in concentration as she reads over the material, makes her smile more than it probably should. She can see her using her index finger and thumb to adjust her glasses in the corner like she always does when she is concentrating on something or feeling nervous.
A knock on her door pulls her from her thoughts and she runs out of her room a little more excited than she will admit. She is hoping it is one of her friends wanting to hang out or something, though they normally don't knock. Except Sugar, if she is alone. But she hardly ever comes over alone.
When Brittany opens the door she spots Santana standing on her doorstep, her arms wrapped around herself and tears running down her face. "Santana?" She asks confused, looking past her to see her bicycle laying over in the front yard. "What is the matter?" she asks, pulling the Latina into her. "What happened?" She asks worriedly, caressing the back of her neck with her fingers.
Santana just lets out a sob and buries her face into Brittany's neck, grasping onto her shirt like she is her lifeline.
"Come inside." Brittany says, before placing a kiss to Santana's head. She pulls back enough to pull Santana into the house and shut the door behind them. She then leads Santana upstairs and into her room, guiding her to the bed. "Baby what happened?" Brittany asks, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. Her voice quivers a bit as tears threaten to fall from her own eyes just seeing Santana so upset.
Santana opens her mouth to say something, but another sob just escapes instead and she grips tighter onto the blonde.
"Okay, it's okay." Brittany says soothingly, running her hand over the back of Santana's head gently. "I've got you. Just breathe." She says softly, trying to calm to girl down.
Santana inhales a shaky breath which makes her cough and she buries her face into Brittany's neck even more, her tears wetting Brittany's neck and soaking her shirt.
It takes almost 15 minutes to get Santana to calm down, but she eventually does. She's still crying and she still has her arms wrapped tightly around Brittany, but she's not sobbing or close to hyperventilating anymore.
"Baby tell me what happened, please." Brittany asks desperately.
Santana sniffles, and adjusts her head to where her cheek is resting against Brittany's shoulder, her hands fisting Brittany's shirt. "M-manny d-doesn't want me seeing y-you anymore." She admits, making Brittany's brows furrow.
"Why?" Brittany asks, her breath catching in the back of her throat in fear. She doesn't want to lose Santana.
Santana inhales another shaky breath before continuing, closing her eyes to concentrate, hoping her stutter doesn't get too bad. "He r-remembers you and your f-f-friends and doesn't think you're a g-good influences on me." She informs her, her chest tightening, having to repeat the words that Manny had spoken.
Brittany sighs and hugs Santana closer to her, resting her head against Santana's. "I'm so sorry Santana," Brittany says, not exactly sure what else to say, but she feels the need to apologize. After all, she is upset because of her even if it is indirectly. "This is all my fault." She says sadly.
Santana shakes her head and picks her head up to look at her girlfriend. "N-no." She says simply but firmly.
"Santana," Brittany sighs. "You know that he isn't wrong." She says, knowing that Santana can't argue with her. "I don't have a good reputation and I can't blame him for being concerned." She says honestly. "But Santana, you know I care about you right? I wouldn't hurt you or get you into any kind of trouble." She says, looking desperately at Santana, hoping that she believes her.
Smiling softly, Santana nods her head. "I know," She whispers, placing her hand on Brittany's cheek.
Brittany smiles and turns her head a bit to place a kiss to Santana's palm. "What happened after that? I'm surprised they let you come here." She says, and Santana suddenly looks very guilty. "They know that you're here right?" She asks slowly.
Santana purses her lips and ever so subtly shakes her head back and forth.
"Santana," Brittany chastises, shaking her head. "Come on, we have to get you back home." She says, standing up off the bed, but Santana frowns and won't let the blonde pull her up. "Santana, this is going to make them hate me even more." She says worriedly. "You sneaking out and coming over here is just proving his point." She explains, making Santana frown even deeper. She's right. "Besides, they're probably really worried about you. Do you even have your phone?" Brittany asks with a frown and Santana shakes her head, looking even more guilty.
For the first time, Santana is thinking clearly and for the first time it really hits her and she realizes what she had done. She'd snuck out of her house for the very first time in her life. "Oh g-god, I'm g-g-going to be in so much t-t-tr-trouble!" She says, beginning to panic and she pulls her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them.
Brittany is immediately at her side once again, wrapping her arms around her. "Hey, no it's going to be fine." She tries assuring her. "They won't be mad at you, they just want you to be okay." She says gently. "Come on, they're probably worried about you." She says, standing up from the bed and pulling Santana up with her.
Santana is still extremely nervous about facing her mother when she gets home, but she knows that Brittany is right. And she also knows that she can't hide out here forever and the longer that she waits, the angrier and more worried her mother will be.
She hadn't really been thinking clearly when she came over. She was just really angry at Manny for telling her she couldn't see Brittany and even more mad that he had told her mom about it all. She was mad and upset and she'd just wanted to see Brittany, so without even thinking it through, she'd left.
They load Santana's bike into the back of Brittany's car and drive over to her house. The ride had been completely silent, Santana out of fear and Brittany just not really knowing what to say. But the blonde had reached over and laced their fingers together, kissing the back of Santana's hand every few minutes, trying to give her some reassurance.
When they pull up in the driveway, Santana stares up at her house fearfully, biting down on her lip.
"Hey, it's fine." Brittany assures her. "Do you want me to go inside with you?" She asks, taking her seatbelt off, only detaching her hand from Santana's long enough to do so, before grabbing it once again. She turns in her seat, pulling her right leg up and bending it under her left so she can give Santana her full attention.
Santana slowly turns her head to look back at Brittany and just shrugs her shoulders. She of course wants Brittany to come inside with her, but she doesn't know if Brittany wants to come in with her. They aren't her family and she shouldn't have to deal with this drama that will probably unfold. And she also doesn't know if Brittany will want to come inside, knowing how Manny feels about her now.
"I'll come with you." Brittany says firmly. She reaches over and unbuckles Santana's seatbelt, and helps guide it off of her. "You ready?" She asks gently.
Santana inhales deeply, her shoulders rising and falling as she inhales and exhales. "Yeah," she says softly, looking back over at her house.
As soon as they're in the door, Maribel runs over to them, wrapping Santana up in a big hug. She has a phone in her hand, and Brittany assumes that she has been calling Santana and god knows who else looking for her. She just hopes she hadn't called the police yet.
She picks Santana up, squeezing her tight, the relief all over her face. "Oh my gosh Santana, I was so worried about you." She whispers, pressing her lips to Santana's temple. She puts her daughter back down on her feet and pulls back but keeps her hands on Santana's shoulders, looking her over to make sure she is still alive. "Santana, why would you sneak out and not take your phone? You've never acted like this before." She says with a worried frown.
Brittany stands in the doorway a bit awkwardly, watching the two's interaction. Her eyes then glance around the room but she sees no sign of Manny, which confuses her. She figured he'd be picking her up in a bear hug as well. Or maybe even threatening Brittany or something, but his lack of presence is odd.
"I-I'm sorry," Santana apologizes, tears escaping her eyes.
Maribel sighs and shakes her head then her eyes move over to Brittany as if she's just realized her presence.
"Brittany," She says, making Brittany stand up a bit straighter.
Santana looks at her mother a bit nervously, as the woman detaches from her and approaches Brittany. Brittany also looks extremely nervous. She can see the blonde swallowing and clenching her jaw nervously.
"Thank you for bringing her home." Maribel says with a kind smile, surprising both teenagers.
"Uh, it's no problem." Brittany says, her voice shaking a bit. She gives the woman a smile, trying to hide her fears. She's never been nervous around authority figures, but this is different. This is her girlfriend's mom and not to mention, the woman has already heard about her reputation. She has a lot of redeeming to do, if she will even allow Santana to continue dating her.
"I think that me and Santana need to have a talk," She says smiling, but giving Brittany a look, that tells her it is time for her to go.
Brittany just nods her head, "Right, of course." She nods and then glances back to Santana. "I'll just put your bicycle on the porch." She says, motioning with her thumb over her shoulder. "Um I guess, I'll see you at school tomorrow." She says, shifting awkwardly, not really sure what to do. Could she hug her? Probably not…
She gives Santana an awkward wave but then before she knows it, Santana takes a few steps forward and is wrapping her arms tightly around her neck. Brittany smiles in relief and in returns wraps her arms just as tightly around Santana's waist.
Though, Maribel still isn't sure about this girl, she can't help but smile at the sight. She really has never seen Santana take to someone like she has taken to Brittany. It both worries and joys her.
They pull apart after a few seconds and Santana smiles at Brittany, her eyes sparkling. Brittany's hand slides down Santana's arm, finding her hand and giving it a firm squeeze, before backing up until they can't reach anymore, forcing them to drop their hands. She then turns to give Maribel a small smile, before walking out the front door.
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"Where is M-Manny?" Santana asks situating herself on the couch, like her mother had asked.
Maribel walks around the couch and stands on the other side of the coffee table. "He was out looking for you." She says, making Santana feel even more guilty. "I was on the phone with him when you came in, so he should be back soon." She informs her.
"I-I'm sorry M-mami," Santana says in a small voice, more tears falling from her eyes. "I-I was really mad." She says even though she knows it's not an excuse. Before she can say anymore, Manny bursts through the door, letting it slam shut behind him.
Santana flinches at the noise and looks up at him. He doesn't look mad, like she'd figured he would be, he looks relieved. "What were you thinking?" He asks, making his way over to her and pulling her into a big hug. "That wasn't cool lil sis." He scolds, and Santana just nods, looking guilty and apologetic. "Where were you?"
Santana looks away from him and down to the floor, looking hesitant. "Brittany's." She admits, knowing it'll just upset him even more. But surprisingly, he just sighs, which is the opposite of what she was expecting. She'd assumed he'd blow up and start yelling or something.
"Santana, I know all of this is new, with Brittany and everything. It's new to all of us. We know you are a teenager but we aren't used to you actually acting like one and sneaking out like this. You've never gotten into any kind of trouble." She says and Santana just nods, her eyes still on the ground. "You were overwhelmed, but you can't just run off like this when you get upset or we have an argument." She says firmly, but gently.
"I-I know," Santana says quietly.
"This is exactly why she shouldn't be around Brittany." Manny says, making Santana's head snap over to him, her bottom lip poking out, and her brows furrowing like she's going to start crying again. "Santana has never acted out. Not until she started hanging out with Brittany." He says honestly.
Santana huffs and folds her arms tightly across her chest, comforting herself. She doesn't like being talked about like she isn't in the room. "S-she's not b-b-bad." She says trying to sound stern, but the quiver in her voice kind of lessens the effect.
Maribel lets out a heavy sigh and sits down on the couch next to her daughter. "Santana, I'm kind of at a loss." She says honestly. "I definitely believe you should make your own decisions and I don't feel like I should tell you who you cannot hang out with," She says, making Santana look up at her with hopefully eyes. "But If Manny is right, I'm not sure that I am comfortable with you hanging out with her so much." She then says defeated. She doesn't want to upset her daughter because it is obvious how much Santana likes Brittany, but she really doesn't want Santana getting into any trouble.
"M-mom" Santana says desperately. "She's a g-good person. She won't g-g-get me into trouble. She c-c-cares about me." She says, hoping that her mom will believe her and give Brittany a chance. She is extremely close to her family and it would kill her for them to not accept her girlfriend. She doesn't want to give Brittany up, but she doesn't know if she can date someone that her family doesn't like.
Maribel smiles gently at her daughter and caresses her cheek with her hand. "Maybe I can get to know her too?" She asks, and Santana immediately nods her head. "I want to trust her because I know how much you like her and I do trust your judgement." She says sincerely. "Invite her over for dinner one night this week?"
Santana lets out a huge sigh of relief and practically throws herself into her mother's arms. "T-thank you," She whispers, squeezing the woman tightly.
She pulls back after a few minutes and looks over at her brother who is standing there quietly, his face pretty much void of any emotions. "M-Manny?" She asks nervously.
He looks up at her and tries to muster up a smile, but it doesn't work out well. "I'm sorry Santana, but I don't trust her." he says with an apologetic look. "I'm your big bro." He adds with a shrug. "I'm supposed to look after you and worry about you."
Santana gets up from the couch and pulls him into a hug, "Don't ever st-stop." She says gratefully. "But pl-please just t-try and get to know her." She asks, pulling away from the hug, giving him a hopefully look. She understands his concerns and she loves him so much for it, but all she wants from him is to try. "F-for me."
"I can try." He surrenders with a sigh, "But no promises." He adds quickly, after seeing the smile appearing on Santana's face.
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Santana crawls into her bed later that night, grabbing her cell phone off of her night stand. It's only 9:30, but today has been exhausting for her. So much had happened and she is completely drained. After talking to her mom and brother for a bit longer, she'd helped her mother cook dinner. And then after eating, she'd done as much studying as she could, before her eyes just refused to say open.
However, she hasn't talked to Brittany since she left and she really needs to, so she tries to stay awake long enough to text her.
Sent: (9:32 p.m) I'm sorry about everything today.
Santana places the phone right next to her head, hoping that if she accidentally falls asleep, the ringer will be loud enough to wake her back up. Thankfully, it doesn't take Brittany long to respond, so she is still up.
Brittany: (9:32 p.m) Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. Besides, today is one of my favorite days ever.
Santana frowns at the message and blinks a few times, waking herself up, before she types back.
Sent: (9:33 p.m) Why?
How could this possibly be her favorite day? Sure, Brittany hadn't dealt with as much as Santana had, as far as she knows, but it still wasn't all that great. She'd shown up to Brittany's house a complete mess, telling her that she may not be able to see her anymore. Not that they'd be able to stop her, but the fact that they may ask her to was disappointing to her.
But maybe Brittany is happy about it. Maybe she doesn't want to be with her anymore and this is her way out.
Santana's heart starts racing in her chest and her phone rings next to her head. She grabs it and lets her finger hover above the unlock button, a bit afraid to read her response. What if she doesn't want to see her anymore?
Brittany: (9:33 p.m) Because you became my girlfriend (:
Santana lets out a huge sigh of relief, and a grin appears on her face. How could she have not thought of that? Why does she always have to think the worst?
Sent: (9:34 pm.) I've never had a girlfriend before
Santana slightly regrets admitting that to Brittany because it's a little embarrassing. She is a junior in high school and she has never had a girlfriend. How lame is that? Although she is pretty sure that Brittany probably already knows that.
Brittany: (9:34 p.m) Glad I can be your first (;
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A/N: okay so no kiss again, but this had to happen! The kiss I PROMISE will be next chapter no more teasing! lol (: Let me know what you think because I was afraid this may be a little too angsty or doesn't fit with the story! So I'd appreciate to know what you think even if it is bad!
twitter HeatherMS - Got a twitter! Had one but couldn't remember my password or anything! I'll start using it to keep you guys updating and give you little samples of the new chapters! (: As well as post questions because I have been informed that a lot of people don't see when I post questions or samples of the updates on tumblr. So hopefully you'll see it here!
Also Happy Valentines day! (: Everyone got plans?
And happy Glee day! Naya all sexed up in bed? Yes please!
Also! I want to update another one of my stories so vote on which one you want a new chapter for first! The Light at the end of the tunnel, exposed or how I met your mommy! If you read any of my other stories anyway (:
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