Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 8
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
A/N: This chapter was beta's by: stargirl888. Also this chapter is a little suggestive about things, all I'm going to say is that not everything is as it seems.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
It was another Monday, but it was completely different to the last Monday that had passed. Santana wasn't going to Brittany for comfort; the whole of last week was spent doing that. This week Santana was now actively avoiding her girlfriend, she'd ignored her all weekend. Well not completely ignored her because if she'd not answered any of Brittany's texts the blonde girl would have been worried beyond belief, but all her responses had been one word messages.
Santana's brother had just dropped her off in front of the school and she now had the challenging concept of avoiding Brittany during a school day. They didn't share that many classes, but they normally spent every other available moment together.
Santana was so distracted about how she was going to get through her Spanish class first period without any of her books, that she didn't notice the body of a tall jock walking her way. Not until his muscular arm was thrust into her walking path, boxing her towards the wall. "We need a little chat Lopez."
"I've got nothing to say to you Alec." The Latina said as she looked up at him before turning around to find a different way to Spanish.
"That's not what you said at Puckerman's party." The words effectively bringing Santana to a standstill.
She slowly turned around to face him. While her face had a look of horror and confusion all over it, his was covered in a smirk. Right now she really wished she could remember what had happened, if only for the fact she would at least know what shit she'd done now.
Alec had all the power in this situation and they both knew it. That was the only thing that made her turn around and walk back to him; she couldn't risk him doing anything that would cause her more problems with her family. He was too close to her brother.
However, despite her knowing he had the power she wasn't just going to lay down and do whatever he wanted. She harshly prodded one finger into his huge chest. "listen here puckhead. I don't know what you think you know but there is nothing that you could say to me that will make me ever want to talk to you."
The passion and anger that she'd been lacking all of last week had suddenly been reignited. It felt good, and it did have the effect of making Alec's smirk falter for a second, but the fact that he recovered it so quickly worried the Latina.
Alec's spare hand, the one he wasn't leaning against the wall with, came to grip firmly onto her shoulder. "Santana, Santana, Santana. I think you'll find what I have to say about your raging homosexuality, highly captivating."
He'd only whispered the words into her ear, and she'd still physically stiffened. He had no doubt that he could get exactly what he wanted from her, he just had to push the right buttons. He'd spent the last week watching her, and having other people watch her where he couldn't, and he believed he knew exactly how to play her.
"I'm guessing you don't want anything bad to happen to Brittany, so this is how it's going to work..."
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Santana had ended up missing first period Spanish, a class that she shared with Quinn, who was no doubt going to inform Brittany of her absence. The mere thought of Brittany had Santana running to the nearest toilets, emptying her entire stomach's content.
The Latina felt so disgusted with herself right now that she didn't even know how to process it. There was no way she was going to go to any of her classes now, she couldn't risk the chance of seeing Brittany, not even in the corridors between lessons.
She couldn't go home now, there would be hell to pay for her skipping school, she was already risking a phone call home by not going to her lessons, one she hoped she could intercept if they actually decided to call. Her only option was to spend the day hidden. With no cheerios practice, she could use their locker room to hide in and not worry about anyone entering.
She stayed in the bathroom she was in, stall locked and waiting for the second period to be well under way before making her way to her soon to be hiding place.
Once in the locker room Santana found the darkest, furthest corner from the door, sank to the floor and let the tears fall. She couldn't believe that she had let this become of her life.
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It was ten minutes into glee club and Santana still hadn't shown. Mr Shue had just left asking them to just go through a few numbers, while he had to attend a meeting about something or another. He wasn't sure whether he'd be back before they finished or not, but begged them to use the time wisely.
Naturally, Rachel Berry had quickly capitalised on the lack of adult supervision, grabbing a dry wipe pen and quickly writing the words 'Glee Emergency' on the board.
"While I'm fairly certain most of you will not have noticed, you all not caring about us succeeding this year as much as I do. It has come to my attention that one of us has in particular been performing sub standard. We need to hold a 'gleevention'. That's a glee intervention.
When it became evident that no one was going to say anything, all just looking at Rachel with mild interest, some on even paying attention to her at all, she continued. "It's Santana. I think she's working for Coach Sylvester again and trying to bring us down." Rachel announced with an odd sense of pride at having figured this out.
Brittany's head whipped up quickly at the mention of Santana;s name. She'd not been paying attention, because usually Rachel talked too much and had a liking for long words and whenever she did listen she got bored anyway. This time though her inattention was due to the fact that she hadn't seen Santana all day, nor even received a reply to any of her text messages. If it wasn't for the fact that Quinn said she'd received a message from the girl, stating that she was fine, just didn't feel like coming to class today, she'd probably been going out of her mind worrying.
Bitch talking about Santana usually didn't have as much of an effect on Brittany because Santana was always there to defend herself, however with the Latina's prominent absence Rachel's criticism only caused Brittany's blood to boil with anger.
"How dare you!" Brittany demanded, standing up and pointing her long forefinger directly at Rachel. "She's not even here and you think she's out to get glee club Not everyone's life revolves around this club you know!"
Rachel had physically flinched backwards, while the rest of the club watched with wide eyes and slacked jaws. Wuinn was the only one to move towards the angry cheerleader. Placing a comforting hand onto the shoulder.
"Britt, you need to calm down. Yelling at Rachel, as fun as it might be, really isn't going to make you feel better."
Brittany shook her head. "No! If she didn't have her head stuck so far up her ass then she would have noticed that the way Santana has been acting isn't her trying to bring down the club. Why would she want to take down the best part of her day; or did you all forget that conversation at Sectionals last year?"
Brittany didn't wait for a response before storming out of the room. She couldn't handle talking to these people, not when they were being so thick - and they thought she was the dumb one.
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Santana felt like absolute scum right about then. She'd successfully managed to avoid everyone by hiding in the locker room, but every time she got a text message from Brittany and tried to respond she found herself wanting to throw up again. Eventually there was nothing left for her to up heave and even her tears had run out. She'd ended up firing a text a Quinn, who she'd not texted in almost six months, and curling up to wait out the rest of the day.
She'd battled with the idea of going to glee, but came up with the conclusion that really all it would cause is for her to hate herself more.
Just as she was about to get up and make herself look presentable for when her brother came tp pick her up, the locker room door was thrown violently open. "Damn it Santana!"
She froze, thinking she'd been found, before hearing something get thrown across the room, followed by a defeated sigh. It was only when the next word were said, this time much more quietly and clearly, that she realised the other person was talking to herself, and she also discovered who the person was.
"I wish you'd just tell me what's going on. I'm scared, and the fact that you're pushing me away scares me more. Just tell me where you are."
Santana's head broke as she heard all the emotions running through the Dutch girl's voice. The urge to run out there and tell her everything that had happened today was near overwhelming, but the fear that Brittany would hate her and the fear of what Alec would do prevented her from moving.
Brittany fell silent and a quite had taken over the room. Neither girl spoke. The Latina remaining in her hidden corner hoping that Brittany decided to move soon. The silence was broken a moment later by a tect alert going off.
Santana's eyes widened when she realised that it was her phone the noise came from. She clicked open the new message, seeing Brittany's name standing out clearly with the message below: Where are you? I love you, don't ever forget that. xxx
Her breath got caught in her throat when she heard footsteps moving towards her position. There was nowhere she could go that would hide her from Brittany's view. Closing her eyes she just hoped that she'd get swallowed up by the ground, which, of course, never happened.
"have you been here all day?" Brittany's voice sounded through the room as the footsteps came to a stop.
Santana slowly opened her eyes, her gaze locking on the bare toned legs of the dancer. Not trusting herself with words she gave a nod, refusing to look at her girlfriend's face.
Brittany sank to the floor, sitting next to Santana. "I'm not going to force you to talk to me, but please, I can't help you if you tell me nothing."
Santana could already tell what Brittany's face would look like if she had the guts to actually look at her. She felt like a jerk all over again. "I'm sorry. Andre is going to be here soon, I have to go." Her voice was thick with emotion, she gave Brittany's knee a quick squeeze before getting up and practically running out of the room, never once looking back at Brittany.
Brittany herself found that tears started silently rolling down her face. Something was horribly wrong and she just didn't know what.
Part 9
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
A/N: This chapter was beta's by: stargirl888. Also this chapter is a little suggestive about things, all I'm going to say is that not everything is as it seems.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
It was another Monday, but it was completely different to the last Monday that had passed. Santana wasn't going to Brittany for comfort; the whole of last week was spent doing that. This week Santana was now actively avoiding her girlfriend, she'd ignored her all weekend. Well not completely ignored her because if she'd not answered any of Brittany's texts the blonde girl would have been worried beyond belief, but all her responses had been one word messages.
Santana's brother had just dropped her off in front of the school and she now had the challenging concept of avoiding Brittany during a school day. They didn't share that many classes, but they normally spent every other available moment together.
Santana was so distracted about how she was going to get through her Spanish class first period without any of her books, that she didn't notice the body of a tall jock walking her way. Not until his muscular arm was thrust into her walking path, boxing her towards the wall. "We need a little chat Lopez."
"I've got nothing to say to you Alec." The Latina said as she looked up at him before turning around to find a different way to Spanish.
"That's not what you said at Puckerman's party." The words effectively bringing Santana to a standstill.
She slowly turned around to face him. While her face had a look of horror and confusion all over it, his was covered in a smirk. Right now she really wished she could remember what had happened, if only for the fact she would at least know what shit she'd done now.
Alec had all the power in this situation and they both knew it. That was the only thing that made her turn around and walk back to him; she couldn't risk him doing anything that would cause her more problems with her family. He was too close to her brother.
However, despite her knowing he had the power she wasn't just going to lay down and do whatever he wanted. She harshly prodded one finger into his huge chest. "listen here puckhead. I don't know what you think you know but there is nothing that you could say to me that will make me ever want to talk to you."
The passion and anger that she'd been lacking all of last week had suddenly been reignited. It felt good, and it did have the effect of making Alec's smirk falter for a second, but the fact that he recovered it so quickly worried the Latina.
Alec's spare hand, the one he wasn't leaning against the wall with, came to grip firmly onto her shoulder. "Santana, Santana, Santana. I think you'll find what I have to say about your raging homosexuality, highly captivating."
He'd only whispered the words into her ear, and she'd still physically stiffened. He had no doubt that he could get exactly what he wanted from her, he just had to push the right buttons. He'd spent the last week watching her, and having other people watch her where he couldn't, and he believed he knew exactly how to play her.
"I'm guessing you don't want anything bad to happen to Brittany, so this is how it's going to work..."
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Santana had ended up missing first period Spanish, a class that she shared with Quinn, who was no doubt going to inform Brittany of her absence. The mere thought of Brittany had Santana running to the nearest toilets, emptying her entire stomach's content.
The Latina felt so disgusted with herself right now that she didn't even know how to process it. There was no way she was going to go to any of her classes now, she couldn't risk the chance of seeing Brittany, not even in the corridors between lessons.
She couldn't go home now, there would be hell to pay for her skipping school, she was already risking a phone call home by not going to her lessons, one she hoped she could intercept if they actually decided to call. Her only option was to spend the day hidden. With no cheerios practice, she could use their locker room to hide in and not worry about anyone entering.
She stayed in the bathroom she was in, stall locked and waiting for the second period to be well under way before making her way to her soon to be hiding place.
Once in the locker room Santana found the darkest, furthest corner from the door, sank to the floor and let the tears fall. She couldn't believe that she had let this become of her life.
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It was ten minutes into glee club and Santana still hadn't shown. Mr Shue had just left asking them to just go through a few numbers, while he had to attend a meeting about something or another. He wasn't sure whether he'd be back before they finished or not, but begged them to use the time wisely.
Naturally, Rachel Berry had quickly capitalised on the lack of adult supervision, grabbing a dry wipe pen and quickly writing the words 'Glee Emergency' on the board.
"While I'm fairly certain most of you will not have noticed, you all not caring about us succeeding this year as much as I do. It has come to my attention that one of us has in particular been performing sub standard. We need to hold a 'gleevention'. That's a glee intervention.
When it became evident that no one was going to say anything, all just looking at Rachel with mild interest, some on even paying attention to her at all, she continued. "It's Santana. I think she's working for Coach Sylvester again and trying to bring us down." Rachel announced with an odd sense of pride at having figured this out.
Brittany's head whipped up quickly at the mention of Santana;s name. She'd not been paying attention, because usually Rachel talked too much and had a liking for long words and whenever she did listen she got bored anyway. This time though her inattention was due to the fact that she hadn't seen Santana all day, nor even received a reply to any of her text messages. If it wasn't for the fact that Quinn said she'd received a message from the girl, stating that she was fine, just didn't feel like coming to class today, she'd probably been going out of her mind worrying.
Bitch talking about Santana usually didn't have as much of an effect on Brittany because Santana was always there to defend herself, however with the Latina's prominent absence Rachel's criticism only caused Brittany's blood to boil with anger.
"How dare you!" Brittany demanded, standing up and pointing her long forefinger directly at Rachel. "She's not even here and you think she's out to get glee club Not everyone's life revolves around this club you know!"
Rachel had physically flinched backwards, while the rest of the club watched with wide eyes and slacked jaws. Wuinn was the only one to move towards the angry cheerleader. Placing a comforting hand onto the shoulder.
"Britt, you need to calm down. Yelling at Rachel, as fun as it might be, really isn't going to make you feel better."
Brittany shook her head. "No! If she didn't have her head stuck so far up her ass then she would have noticed that the way Santana has been acting isn't her trying to bring down the club. Why would she want to take down the best part of her day; or did you all forget that conversation at Sectionals last year?"
Brittany didn't wait for a response before storming out of the room. She couldn't handle talking to these people, not when they were being so thick - and they thought she was the dumb one.
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Santana felt like absolute scum right about then. She'd successfully managed to avoid everyone by hiding in the locker room, but every time she got a text message from Brittany and tried to respond she found herself wanting to throw up again. Eventually there was nothing left for her to up heave and even her tears had run out. She'd ended up firing a text a Quinn, who she'd not texted in almost six months, and curling up to wait out the rest of the day.
She'd battled with the idea of going to glee, but came up with the conclusion that really all it would cause is for her to hate herself more.
Just as she was about to get up and make herself look presentable for when her brother came tp pick her up, the locker room door was thrown violently open. "Damn it Santana!"
She froze, thinking she'd been found, before hearing something get thrown across the room, followed by a defeated sigh. It was only when the next word were said, this time much more quietly and clearly, that she realised the other person was talking to herself, and she also discovered who the person was.
"I wish you'd just tell me what's going on. I'm scared, and the fact that you're pushing me away scares me more. Just tell me where you are."
Santana's head broke as she heard all the emotions running through the Dutch girl's voice. The urge to run out there and tell her everything that had happened today was near overwhelming, but the fear that Brittany would hate her and the fear of what Alec would do prevented her from moving.
Brittany fell silent and a quite had taken over the room. Neither girl spoke. The Latina remaining in her hidden corner hoping that Brittany decided to move soon. The silence was broken a moment later by a tect alert going off.
Santana's eyes widened when she realised that it was her phone the noise came from. She clicked open the new message, seeing Brittany's name standing out clearly with the message below: Where are you? I love you, don't ever forget that. xxx
Her breath got caught in her throat when she heard footsteps moving towards her position. There was nowhere she could go that would hide her from Brittany's view. Closing her eyes she just hoped that she'd get swallowed up by the ground, which, of course, never happened.
"have you been here all day?" Brittany's voice sounded through the room as the footsteps came to a stop.
Santana slowly opened her eyes, her gaze locking on the bare toned legs of the dancer. Not trusting herself with words she gave a nod, refusing to look at her girlfriend's face.
Brittany sank to the floor, sitting next to Santana. "I'm not going to force you to talk to me, but please, I can't help you if you tell me nothing."
Santana could already tell what Brittany's face would look like if she had the guts to actually look at her. She felt like a jerk all over again. "I'm sorry. Andre is going to be here soon, I have to go." Her voice was thick with emotion, she gave Brittany's knee a quick squeeze before getting up and practically running out of the room, never once looking back at Brittany.
Brittany herself found that tears started silently rolling down her face. Something was horribly wrong and she just didn't know what.
Part 9