New fic time!
Title: Hide and Seek (1/?)
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: Up to Sectionals
Summary: This was off of a prompt I read on the glee_angst_meme which went as follows:
"Santana's parents walk in on them (sex, kissing, whatever) and react badly."
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
It was right. She knew it. Santana knew it had to be right because she did so many things wrong. She got into fights, she had promiscuous sex, she took pleasure in a friend’s misfortune if it helped serve her in any minuscule way. She and Quinn may have been friends for years now, but boy did Santana like Miss bossy pants getting pregnancy fat if it made Santana top dog of the school.
Santana Lopez did so many things wrong she knew this had to be right. She knew when you had sex it should be with someone you love and she loved Brittany. So, this had to be right. What had started out as experimentation had quickly turned into addiction. Worse. She was in love.
Santana also knew it had to be right because it also felt right to Brittany. Brittany who did not know how to spell her own last name. Brittany who thought the square root of four was rainbows. Brittany who thought ‘The Dark Knight’ was a documentary about middle England and wondered what the ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ guy was doing there. Santana then had to explain that the movie and real life was not middle England and why Brittany has been failing history all the this time.
Brittany did not know a lot of things, but she knew how to have sing, how to dance, and most importantly at the current moment, she knew how to make love. The answer? Like an angel. She was Santana’s angel.
This was right. Santana pressed tender kisses against Brittany’s skin as her hand continued to pump inside of her. She was rewarded with the encouragement of Brittany’s moans that were getting louder with each passing second. Santana, could swear all she could hear was Brittany and her own pounding heartbeat. Unfortunately she did not know how right she was.
Her bedroom door flew open and in an instant she was moving to cover herself and Brittany with her sheets. She was not even processing what she was doing instinctually. She could not process the screaming, but still it persisted.
"Santana, what are you doing? What are you doing?!" Santana’s mother screamed. She was screaming so much she was gasping for air. Santana wanted to get up and support her mother but part of could not move. So, she remained rooted in her spot, naked in bed with a naked Brittany. At least, Brittany had her bra on...
At least she could figure her mother out. Her father was a strict but happy man. Now, she was seeing expressions flash across his face she had never seen before. Some she could not place, but others she could recognize all too well. Pain. She could see it in his face and she felt it in her heart, not that she would let anyone know she had one.
"What you doing here?" Santana was asking out of fear and confusion but it came out as an accusation. It did nothing to ease her parent’s emotions.
"We were called to the school today." Her father said severely. "Noah Puckerman’s phone got confiscated. The principal found several text messages from you that he thought should be brought to our attention. We came home early to talk to you. We had no idea what we would find would be this awful. This sinful."
Santana stayed firmly in place. She was too shocked. She could not move. Normally she thrived on emotion and adrenalin. Now she could not move.
Brittany shifted next to her, sitting up slightly. "Santana, I’m confused."
"Be quiet, you trollop," Santana’s mother spat.
"Don’t call her that," Santana yelled back.
"Don’t you dare defend her, Santana." Her mother said angrily.
Her father rested a hand on her mother’s shoulder. "No, she’s right. We are not Brittany’s parents, only hers. Brittany’s sins only matter to her parents."
Santana heard the sound of heavy waddling footsteps down the hall. Normally she would roll her eyes at the sound, but now it was just another unwelcome disturbance at one of the most excruciating moments of her life. Quinn called out, "what is going on in here?"
"Back out, Juno," Santana warned, but as always Quinn did not listen. She saw Quinn’s head peak out behind her father’s shoulder. Her hand flew to her mouth and covered a gasp.
"Santana, we have always been very loving parents to you. You do well in your schooling, extra-curricular activities, your friendships and your obedience to God. All this time we had faith you were a good girl who loved her parents and so we gave you a lot of leeway. We overlooked your many nights out without a curfew because of your many school obligations, your tattoo of a cross because of your faith in God, your co-dependent friendship with Brittany because it seemed in your best interests until now," her father said angrily gripping her door handle.
"I love her." Santana whispered as tears filled her eyes. Only a select group of people had ever seen Santana Lopez cry; her family and Brittany. Quinn was about to join that select group, but Santana could not help it.
"Well, I cannot adjust to the amount of disgust I feel for you, Santana." Her father said sadly as though the words hurt him as much as they hurt her when they left his mouth. "You may be my daughter, but you can no longer be under my roof. Here is what is going to happen. Brittany will put her clothes back on and your mother will drive her home and have a talk with her parents about what we have seen today. You and Quinn will pack your bags and in a half hour you will leave and never come back. Do you understand?" Her father said eerily calm.
Santana pushed herself to her knees and put her hands together in a plea, while still trying to hold the sheet to her body. "Daddy, please."
He repeated, "do you understand?"
"Dad-" Santana started before being cutoff by her father once again.
"Be ready to leave in a half hour." He slammed her bedroom door shut.
Santana sat very still for a few moments, not knowing what to do next. She turned to find Brittany staring at her with an expectant expression. She did not know what to do either.
Santana breathed in slowly. "Put your clothes on, baby. My mom is going to take you home. We will talk tomorrow at school and you can tell me what happened. I have some things to figure out now. We’ll talk soon and everything is going to be okay."
Brittany was smiling radiantly in a moment. She trusted Santana. "Okay."
Brittany pressed a few kisses at the places where Santana’s tears were starting to well up. Santana felt herself exhale and relax ever so slightly. Brittany preceded to pick up her clothes and dressed quickly before going into the hall, tossing one last look at Santana. Santana managed a tight smile in return before Brittany exited. She could almost feel her leave as much as hear her. The sound of footsteps and voices, the front door closing, and the sound of tires rolling down the driveway and out of the street. With every bit of distance Santana felt her strength leave. She laid down on her bed for what she knew could be the last time and finally broke down and cried.
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Half an hour later, Quinn and Santana had their bags in hand as they walked out of the front door. Her father locked the door behind them. They walked lazily to the end of the walkway, before sitting down on the sidewalk. Both were exhausted, Santana from the emotional afternoon, and Quinn from her pregnancy. Santana felt it was fitting that she ended up sitting in the gutter. She already felt like she was.
"So, you don’t have your car keys?" Quinn asked.
Santana rolled her eyes. She could not believe that was all Quinn had to say to her after all she had just been through. "No, Quinn. My dad took away my car keys and my house keys and I’m not going to hotwire my family’s car so don’t suggest it."
"I wasn’t going to," Quinn said, before adopting a softer tone. "I’m sorry. I know this is a hard time for you. It’s not sunshine for me either though. I got kicked out of my house for being pregnant with Finn’s baby. I got kicked out of Finn’s house when it turned out to be Puck’s baby. I got kicked out of Rachel’s house when her dads caught me making out with her. Now I got kicked out of your house because you were fooling around with Brittany. Abstinence club failed us."
Santana had to laugh with Quinn on that one. She was trying even if Santana did not feel like laughing right now.
"We’re never going to get invited to any glee sleepovers anytime soon. Even glee club, the school’s outcasts won’t have us. We keep making out with them." Quinn pouted.
"Yeah," Santana agreed.
Quinn realized the time for joking was over. "I’m going to have a baby soon. I need a constant roof over my head. We both do."
"But we’ve kind of exhausted our options." Santana pointed out.
Quinn bit her lip thoughtfully. "Well, we definitely won’t be hooking up with each other."
"Got that right."
"Shut up," Quinn demanded, slapping Santana on the arm. Quinn was secretly pleased however. If Santana was making jokes, she was maybe close to okay.
"Given both our track records with Puck, we need to stay with someone who we know for sure neither of us will hook up with." Quinn said.
The girls were both silent for a minute before they looked at each other at the same time. The knew their answer.
"Kurt," the girls said in unison.