Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 7
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic - mostly mentions of it.
Spoilers: All to be safe. - Only minor things anyway, this has a different direction completely from season 2 but there might be things from conversation etc.
A/N - This chapter was beta'd by stargirl888
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
One week has passed since the party. Santana hadn't returned to 'normal', this wasn't something that happened after a punishment. She still kept her appearance up in the halls and Cheerio's practice, but both with increasingly less enthusiasm. It wouldn't be long before someone outside of glee noticed a change.
Inside the club she barely sang or danced any more. It was getting to the point where even the less attentive people of the club started noticing the change. Gone were her sarcastic comments. Not even mocking Rachel Berry seemed to bring out the old Santana. It was starting to unnerve them.
Brittany hadn't been able to spend a single moment alone with Santana. They hadn't hung out after school, but after Santana's warning the other day that didn't surprise her, except that it was nearly a week since then and she hadn't expected it to last that long. The only time during school that they were together were; their shared classes, lunch, Cheerios and glee, and then the were always surrounded by people. Usually they either fit in time for a quickie or at least a make out session, they'd had neither.
It wasn't that that was all that Brittany wanted, but even when Santana wasn't talking, she was still into getting it on. They were both very sexual people.
Santana hated this last week. She hated the fact that her brother was breathing down her neck, that he'd changed. She used to find comfort in him after one of her parents episodes. From his straight A's, captaincy of the football team to his perfect girlfriend, he could do no wrong in their parents eyes, and thus he had never once been subjected to any punishments. But he'd never held the same views as them, he always had told her that it was okay to be who you are.
She had always wanted to run track, but her parents wouldn't let her, they made her try out for cheerleading, and she;d had to stay in it. She enjoyed video games, especially 'shoot em ups', but her parents had once found her hidden stash of console and games and the results of which was punishment including said games all being smashed and burned in front of her.
Every part of her life was being controlled by her parents, she was never allowed to make her own decisions and it was frustrating. It never used to bother he , not until she meet Brittany anyway.
She was ten when the Dutch girl moved to town, her only female friend to that point was Quinn, who always did as her parents wanted anyway.
Brittany was a breath of fresh air. She was so free and her parents always supported her. Even when at eleven years old when she had told them that she was one day going to race motorcross; they actually got her a mini bike and taught her how to ride. Helping her to join all the right clubs. Now at sixteen Brittany was one of the best under eighteens in the country.
Santana couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that she started falling for her best friend. If she had to she'd probably say from the moment they had first met.
She had always known her parents views on homosexuality. It wasn't a subject they openly talked about, but if it happened to be on a television show that they were watching, they'd make comments about how unnatural it was, and how they should all be burned at the stake.
Santana had never thought that her closeness to the other girl would ever be anything that her parents wouldn't agree with. Her parents didn't seem worried about it either, in fact they seemed pleased that Santana and Quinn had a third friend. Even from an early age her parents seemed a little dubious of her spending time with Quinn, despite the religious morals of the Fabray family.
Although Santana wasn't sure when she first had feelings for Brittany she did know when she first wanted to kiss the blonde girl. They were fourteen.
Both of the young teens were at the blondes house hanging out. laid on Brittany's bed watching The Lion King, and while Santana would never admit it, she loved watching Disney films. Likewise Brittany would never admit to knowing about Santana's love for them. It was the scene where Mufusa died and it always made Santana cry. Of course Brittany being the friend that she was meant that she pulled Santana into a tight, comforting embrace.
No longer did Santana bawl her eyes out when the scene was on, but it still took a while for the tears to stop flowing. Once they did Brittany loosened the hug, but didn't let her friend go. Santana had her eyes closed, slightly with embarrassment, but when she felt the pads of Brittany's thumbs gently wiping away her tears. Slowly she opened her eyes and despite the fact that it was over the death of a character in a movie she'd seen a hundred times she could see the concern swimming in the blue eyes above her. It made her chest ache, in a good way.
Santana wasn't even aware of what she was going. Her eyes were taking in the concern that was etched over Brittany's face and ended up focused on the blonde girl's lips, head inching forward.
It wasn't until their lips ghosted together that Santana realised what was happening. It was the briefest of kisses, the faintest of touches, and truthfully, neither was sure if they actually kissed or it was just imagined. Either way it was enough for Santana to freak out. Her eyes wide in shock as she broke out of the embrace, grabbing her stuff and leaving without a word. It was her first kiss, but also the kiss that prompted her to take Puck up on his offer of going out. Puck's kisses never compared to that one kiss that the two girls had shared.
Santana spent the following six months pretending that it never happened. Their closeness took a knock but Santana didn't cut Brittany out of her life, and apart for that first week after it happened she didn't ignore her. Brittany seemed to just let it go but Santana now knew that Brittany had just been waiting. Apparently she'd spoken to Quinn about the whole incident and even fourteen year old Quinn seemed to be understanding.
The six months ended when Santana turned up at Brittany's door in tears. She'd slept with Puck for the first time, losing her virginity, and it just felt so wrong. It was painful and he didn't seem to care about her, even afterwards he had just started playing on his x-box, not even bothering to give her a hug or anything, not even making a comment when she left. She'd made it out of his house before tears began falling down her face. It was nothing like she had wanted her first time to be, or how it was meant to be. Everything from TV to books all went on about how amazing it was, yet it had been one of the worst experiences of her life so far.
All she knew was that she needed her best friend and though she had contemplated going to Quinn, Brittany always seemed to know what she needed. A part of her couldn't help but think; Brittany would have treated her better. The thought was pushed from her mind as soon as she had thought it.
Part 8
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic - mostly mentions of it.
Spoilers: All to be safe. - Only minor things anyway, this has a different direction completely from season 2 but there might be things from conversation etc.
A/N - This chapter was beta'd by stargirl888
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
One week has passed since the party. Santana hadn't returned to 'normal', this wasn't something that happened after a punishment. She still kept her appearance up in the halls and Cheerio's practice, but both with increasingly less enthusiasm. It wouldn't be long before someone outside of glee noticed a change.
Inside the club she barely sang or danced any more. It was getting to the point where even the less attentive people of the club started noticing the change. Gone were her sarcastic comments. Not even mocking Rachel Berry seemed to bring out the old Santana. It was starting to unnerve them.
Brittany hadn't been able to spend a single moment alone with Santana. They hadn't hung out after school, but after Santana's warning the other day that didn't surprise her, except that it was nearly a week since then and she hadn't expected it to last that long. The only time during school that they were together were; their shared classes, lunch, Cheerios and glee, and then the were always surrounded by people. Usually they either fit in time for a quickie or at least a make out session, they'd had neither.
It wasn't that that was all that Brittany wanted, but even when Santana wasn't talking, she was still into getting it on. They were both very sexual people.
Santana hated this last week. She hated the fact that her brother was breathing down her neck, that he'd changed. She used to find comfort in him after one of her parents episodes. From his straight A's, captaincy of the football team to his perfect girlfriend, he could do no wrong in their parents eyes, and thus he had never once been subjected to any punishments. But he'd never held the same views as them, he always had told her that it was okay to be who you are.
She had always wanted to run track, but her parents wouldn't let her, they made her try out for cheerleading, and she;d had to stay in it. She enjoyed video games, especially 'shoot em ups', but her parents had once found her hidden stash of console and games and the results of which was punishment including said games all being smashed and burned in front of her.
Every part of her life was being controlled by her parents, she was never allowed to make her own decisions and it was frustrating. It never used to bother he , not until she meet Brittany anyway.
She was ten when the Dutch girl moved to town, her only female friend to that point was Quinn, who always did as her parents wanted anyway.
Brittany was a breath of fresh air. She was so free and her parents always supported her. Even when at eleven years old when she had told them that she was one day going to race motorcross; they actually got her a mini bike and taught her how to ride. Helping her to join all the right clubs. Now at sixteen Brittany was one of the best under eighteens in the country.
Santana couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that she started falling for her best friend. If she had to she'd probably say from the moment they had first met.
She had always known her parents views on homosexuality. It wasn't a subject they openly talked about, but if it happened to be on a television show that they were watching, they'd make comments about how unnatural it was, and how they should all be burned at the stake.
Santana had never thought that her closeness to the other girl would ever be anything that her parents wouldn't agree with. Her parents didn't seem worried about it either, in fact they seemed pleased that Santana and Quinn had a third friend. Even from an early age her parents seemed a little dubious of her spending time with Quinn, despite the religious morals of the Fabray family.
Although Santana wasn't sure when she first had feelings for Brittany she did know when she first wanted to kiss the blonde girl. They were fourteen.
Both of the young teens were at the blondes house hanging out. laid on Brittany's bed watching The Lion King, and while Santana would never admit it, she loved watching Disney films. Likewise Brittany would never admit to knowing about Santana's love for them. It was the scene where Mufusa died and it always made Santana cry. Of course Brittany being the friend that she was meant that she pulled Santana into a tight, comforting embrace.
No longer did Santana bawl her eyes out when the scene was on, but it still took a while for the tears to stop flowing. Once they did Brittany loosened the hug, but didn't let her friend go. Santana had her eyes closed, slightly with embarrassment, but when she felt the pads of Brittany's thumbs gently wiping away her tears. Slowly she opened her eyes and despite the fact that it was over the death of a character in a movie she'd seen a hundred times she could see the concern swimming in the blue eyes above her. It made her chest ache, in a good way.
Santana wasn't even aware of what she was going. Her eyes were taking in the concern that was etched over Brittany's face and ended up focused on the blonde girl's lips, head inching forward.
It wasn't until their lips ghosted together that Santana realised what was happening. It was the briefest of kisses, the faintest of touches, and truthfully, neither was sure if they actually kissed or it was just imagined. Either way it was enough for Santana to freak out. Her eyes wide in shock as she broke out of the embrace, grabbing her stuff and leaving without a word. It was her first kiss, but also the kiss that prompted her to take Puck up on his offer of going out. Puck's kisses never compared to that one kiss that the two girls had shared.
Santana spent the following six months pretending that it never happened. Their closeness took a knock but Santana didn't cut Brittany out of her life, and apart for that first week after it happened she didn't ignore her. Brittany seemed to just let it go but Santana now knew that Brittany had just been waiting. Apparently she'd spoken to Quinn about the whole incident and even fourteen year old Quinn seemed to be understanding.
The six months ended when Santana turned up at Brittany's door in tears. She'd slept with Puck for the first time, losing her virginity, and it just felt so wrong. It was painful and he didn't seem to care about her, even afterwards he had just started playing on his x-box, not even bothering to give her a hug or anything, not even making a comment when she left. She'd made it out of his house before tears began falling down her face. It was nothing like she had wanted her first time to be, or how it was meant to be. Everything from TV to books all went on about how amazing it was, yet it had been one of the worst experiences of her life so far.
All she knew was that she needed her best friend and though she had contemplated going to Quinn, Brittany always seemed to know what she needed. A part of her couldn't help but think; Brittany would have treated her better. The thought was pushed from her mind as soon as she had thought it.
Part 8