Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 1
Title: Deeper meanings
Pairing: Santana/ Brittany
Rating: 18/M
Summary: I guess this is like the deeper meanings behind the way Santana is the way she is, including her home issues,
Spoilers: I'm going to say everything, just because while I'm ignoring the season two plot I'm fairly certain I might make some references to some things from that season.
A/N: This fic will have lots of mentions of domestic violence, I highly doubt I'll go into a scene with it happening, but it is mentioned, and if your not comfortable or if it will upset you, please don't read. Also lesbianism in it so likewise if you don't like that then don't read.
A/N 2:This is on my fantiction only this one is slightly edited, because after rereading this chapter I found a couple of things that needed straightening out, which I can't be arsed to do on fanfiction, cos I am that lazy it's true.
A/N 3: This chapter is based just before Regionals season one.
Brittany was smarter than people thought, she wasn't a genius by any measure but she knew people. All she had to do was look at someone and then somehow she knew at that moment what they were feeling, some people thought she as a mind reader, reading people was her thing, well that and sex she was really good at sex, but that wasn't the point. Reading people was, and there was one person she could read better than anyone and that was Santana, she knew how the girl was feeling, so instead of being frustrated when the brunette was in total denial about their 'relationship', it bothered her sure, but she knew Santana's history, or more family and could understand her hesitation, she'd once just wished she'd at least admit that she meant more to the other girl then just a bed buddy. She also knew that the whole 'sex isn't dating' was how she was hiding it, and the endless boys, which only started after one particular incident was how she protected herself from any more rumours. Although Santana wasn't in denial about only wanting to blonde any more, even if it was just a private thing and behind closed doors, Brittany was glad that Santana had promised to stop sleeping around, it was a huge step forward and one that accrued last night, even if they still weren't officially dating yet.
The blonde cheerio remembered a convocation that she'd had with Quinn, a few weeks ago, the only person who actually knew about them, unlike the other half of the glee club that knew they had slept together after she accidentally let it slip before sectionals, Quinn was who Brittany had confided in, and Quinn had never used it against her or the Latina, she had proven to be a better friend then she first thought.
"I just don't get it, how can you deal with her being a complete ass, sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry?" Brittany had been feeling low about the whole Santana thing a few weeks ago, and after finding comfort in the blonde girl had accidentally let slip everything, about how she felt about the Latina and how she knew, even if Santana hadn't admitted it, how she felt about her, she'd been relieved when Quinn hadn't brought it up again, that was until now. They were both at Brittany's house, hanging out after glee when Mercedes and Santana had their sing off about Puck.
"Quinn I get her, I know why she does it." She paused, not entirely sure if she should say this but decided that she really needed to talk about it. "You remember those weeks last year when San wasn't in once cos she was 'ill?" She waited for the ex-cheerleader to confirm that she did indeed remember that she had been ill, a two week period that had left her puzzled because Santana was never off ill and on the rare occasions she was Quinn's phone never stopped getting messages through. Also upon the Brunette's return their friendship had started to fall apart.
"You remember that rumour about you and her that had spread?" Quinn nodded, "Sure I do, we laughed together about it." Brittany nodded, "Well San's mother and father found out about it on the Friday and..." Brittany stopped, her usual happy face was now sad and her eyes filled with tears, one escaping and running down her cheek. Quinn moved from the other side of the bed to hold onto the usually bubbly blonde, wiping the tear off her check, wondering if it was bad enough to cause this reaction out of her friend if she really wanted to know. "Britt it's ok, shh, you don't have to tell me anything," carefully rubbing comforting circles on the girls back. The Dutch girl just shook her head in response. "You need to understand, but you can't tell San, she would never talk to me again, she doesn't even know that I know." Quinn nodded, "I promise I wont mention it." Brittany looked her in the eyes, clear blue to hazel, before deciding that the ex-cheerleader wasn't lying; she really would keep it to herself. Brittany took a deep breath stealing herself for the revelation she was about to make.
"Her parents, well entire family, are Catholic, only they have a rather insane take on it, and when San got home that Friday night her mom ripped off her clothes, telling her she needed to be 'purified' - I'm not really sure what that means, but in her basement there's this cage, I stumbled upon it once when we were really young and her parents were out. San was locked in there for three days straight, no food her only water was what was thrown over her." Brittany stopped to calm herself the tears rolling freely down her face now. Quinn herself didn't know how to reacted, this clearly was the reason the Latina had stopped inviting her over and rarely went to her house any more. "After those three days she was taken out of the cage, and for the rest of that week, her father had her tied to a bench where he'd use a whip on her." That was when Brittany broke, and turned into a crying mess Quinn having to hold her till she fell asleep, there was more to the story but the tall blonde was in no state to tell it right then and the other blonde wasn't sure she wanted to hear it.
And that was why Brittany could handle Santana's problem with coming out.
Part 2
Pairing: Santana/ Brittany
Rating: 18/M
Summary: I guess this is like the deeper meanings behind the way Santana is the way she is, including her home issues,
Spoilers: I'm going to say everything, just because while I'm ignoring the season two plot I'm fairly certain I might make some references to some things from that season.
A/N: This fic will have lots of mentions of domestic violence, I highly doubt I'll go into a scene with it happening, but it is mentioned, and if your not comfortable or if it will upset you, please don't read. Also lesbianism in it so likewise if you don't like that then don't read.
A/N 2:This is on my fantiction only this one is slightly edited, because after rereading this chapter I found a couple of things that needed straightening out, which I can't be arsed to do on fanfiction, cos I am that lazy it's true.
A/N 3: This chapter is based just before Regionals season one.
Brittany was smarter than people thought, she wasn't a genius by any measure but she knew people. All she had to do was look at someone and then somehow she knew at that moment what they were feeling, some people thought she as a mind reader, reading people was her thing, well that and sex she was really good at sex, but that wasn't the point. Reading people was, and there was one person she could read better than anyone and that was Santana, she knew how the girl was feeling, so instead of being frustrated when the brunette was in total denial about their 'relationship', it bothered her sure, but she knew Santana's history, or more family and could understand her hesitation, she'd once just wished she'd at least admit that she meant more to the other girl then just a bed buddy. She also knew that the whole 'sex isn't dating' was how she was hiding it, and the endless boys, which only started after one particular incident was how she protected herself from any more rumours. Although Santana wasn't in denial about only wanting to blonde any more, even if it was just a private thing and behind closed doors, Brittany was glad that Santana had promised to stop sleeping around, it was a huge step forward and one that accrued last night, even if they still weren't officially dating yet.
The blonde cheerio remembered a convocation that she'd had with Quinn, a few weeks ago, the only person who actually knew about them, unlike the other half of the glee club that knew they had slept together after she accidentally let it slip before sectionals, Quinn was who Brittany had confided in, and Quinn had never used it against her or the Latina, she had proven to be a better friend then she first thought.
"I just don't get it, how can you deal with her being a complete ass, sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry?" Brittany had been feeling low about the whole Santana thing a few weeks ago, and after finding comfort in the blonde girl had accidentally let slip everything, about how she felt about the Latina and how she knew, even if Santana hadn't admitted it, how she felt about her, she'd been relieved when Quinn hadn't brought it up again, that was until now. They were both at Brittany's house, hanging out after glee when Mercedes and Santana had their sing off about Puck.
"Quinn I get her, I know why she does it." She paused, not entirely sure if she should say this but decided that she really needed to talk about it. "You remember those weeks last year when San wasn't in once cos she was 'ill?" She waited for the ex-cheerleader to confirm that she did indeed remember that she had been ill, a two week period that had left her puzzled because Santana was never off ill and on the rare occasions she was Quinn's phone never stopped getting messages through. Also upon the Brunette's return their friendship had started to fall apart.
"You remember that rumour about you and her that had spread?" Quinn nodded, "Sure I do, we laughed together about it." Brittany nodded, "Well San's mother and father found out about it on the Friday and..." Brittany stopped, her usual happy face was now sad and her eyes filled with tears, one escaping and running down her cheek. Quinn moved from the other side of the bed to hold onto the usually bubbly blonde, wiping the tear off her check, wondering if it was bad enough to cause this reaction out of her friend if she really wanted to know. "Britt it's ok, shh, you don't have to tell me anything," carefully rubbing comforting circles on the girls back. The Dutch girl just shook her head in response. "You need to understand, but you can't tell San, she would never talk to me again, she doesn't even know that I know." Quinn nodded, "I promise I wont mention it." Brittany looked her in the eyes, clear blue to hazel, before deciding that the ex-cheerleader wasn't lying; she really would keep it to herself. Brittany took a deep breath stealing herself for the revelation she was about to make.
"Her parents, well entire family, are Catholic, only they have a rather insane take on it, and when San got home that Friday night her mom ripped off her clothes, telling her she needed to be 'purified' - I'm not really sure what that means, but in her basement there's this cage, I stumbled upon it once when we were really young and her parents were out. San was locked in there for three days straight, no food her only water was what was thrown over her." Brittany stopped to calm herself the tears rolling freely down her face now. Quinn herself didn't know how to reacted, this clearly was the reason the Latina had stopped inviting her over and rarely went to her house any more. "After those three days she was taken out of the cage, and for the rest of that week, her father had her tied to a bench where he'd use a whip on her." That was when Brittany broke, and turned into a crying mess Quinn having to hold her till she fell asleep, there was more to the story but the tall blonde was in no state to tell it right then and the other blonde wasn't sure she wanted to hear it.
And that was why Brittany could handle Santana's problem with coming out.
Part 2