Deeper Meanings Part 6
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
A/N: This chapter was beta'd by stargirl888
Also was going to put this up on here sooner but my mum had an operation and I've been hectic busy since then with looking after her and the house. Still busy with it, but found time this morning before the nurse came round to get this up. Enjoy and let me know what you think. :) Also the quote at the end is from a Sunrise Good News Bible, the book verse and chapter are all down there too so I'll keep it a surprise for you.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Brittany and Quinn were sitting on Quinn's bed. The shorter blonde had driven, since after a lengthy discussion when they all reached driving age, the three best friends, Brittany, Quinn and Santana all agreed that Brittany would never drive. Ever and that where ever possible the other two would drive her. It was surprisingly Brittany's suggestion, something about hating driving cars and how they lack the attention that a bike requires. There had been no conversation on the drive over, the thought of what they would be talking about killing their normal happy banter.
The Dutch girl sighed flopping backwards onto the bed. "I'm scared and I just don't know what to do." She confessed in a quiet, broken voice after half an hour of silence between them, neither really knowing where or how to start. Having one conversation about what had happened was completely different from talking about their fears, also there last conversation on the topic had been a surprise.
Quinn hated not knowing what to say, or how to make it better, so she gave them the only comfort she could; "I'm here for you guys, both of you." She knew Santana wasn't letting her in yet but Brittany still needed support, and she'd be there for her, and figure out what else she can do after that.
"Friday night?" Brittany asked bringing up the original reason for the talk. Now that the silence had been broken it wasn't quite as awkward to start the conversation. Quinn bit her bottom lip lightly, thinking about the best way to start this.
"We were all at the party. I was with Kurt, not touching alcohol for obvious reasons. On the other hand Santana was having a drinking competition with herself, and losing." She heard Brittany's sad sigh but the other girl didn't interrupt her.
"A lot of the guys were hitting on her, considering she put out regularly with both Puck and Matt, but the fact that she isn't with either of them meant she was easy game."
Brittany scoffed and actually laughed at that. "I'm sorry but she's never slept with Matt, he's just an awesome guy that doesn't see the harm of letting people think they did it, he's been a total lesbro to San,"
"And Puck just wants everyone to think he's getting his dick wet everywhere cos he's that much of a 'stud'." Quinn finished the sentence for her. "It didn't matter how drunk she was though, she still rejected all of them. Then she went upstairs, I'm presuming to go to the toilet, only I noticed that Alec followed, she'd turned him down a couple of times already that night and he wasn't happy."
Brittany frowned, but couldn't resist from teasing her friend, "You were watching her all night, that's sooo cute Quinnie." The blonde that was being teased could only give a half glare in response.
"Shut up. Anyway, I persuaded Kurt to come with me, though he was reluctant, I mean Alec is like Finn but with muscles."
Brittany interjected seeing the slightly nervous look that crossed Quinn's facial features, "I'm not going to like this bit am I?"
Quinn shrugged, trying to lessen the seriousness, "Unlikely." She answered the question truthfully before going on to tell the rest of the story. "By the time we got there he'd removed her shirt, he was touching her and kissing her. She didn't seem to get it or want it and the second he let go she fell. Britt? Quinn stopped, looking over at Brittany. The sight was surprisingly scary.
Brittany was fuming. Her fists clenched and knuckles turning white. Quinn thought for a second that it might have been directed at Santana or herself until the blonde spoke anyway. "I'm going to kill him! Cut his balls off and fly them from the flag pole!" She seethed furiously.
Despite Quinn being relieved that she wasn't going to kill her or Santana, she was still terrified at the blondes reaction. She'd never seen the normally calm, sweet, caring girl angry, and it was hell of a lot more scary then Santana.
"Sweetie calm down, please, your scaring me." The ex-cheerleader ran a comforting hand up and down Brittany's arm softly. The taller blonde, for her part, closed her eyes and started breathing deeply.
Once Brittany was visibly calmer Quinn continued with her story, although she could still see the anger in Brittany's eyes once she opened them, albeit more controlled. "Also Alec really creeped me out, he looked like he knew something."
Brittany chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, "I'm really beginning to not like guys much at all, I still can't believe Kurt thinks I believe the square root of four is rainbows, that's not even a number." Brittany stared with an eye roll.
"You don't exactly help with that." Quinn challenged her. "Though it is funny seeing everyone's faces."
"What do you think of Santana's brother?" Brittany asked suddenly and while it was true that she wasn't as dumb as everyone seemed to believe, she did however have a huge tendency to change topic with little warning for those she was talking with.
If it wasn't for the fact that Quinn had spent a lot of time with her friend she might have been much more thrown by it, however she was used to Brittany. Unfortunately the question was one that made her think, preventing a quick response.
Just before the silence got awkward again Quinn answered the question. "He's always creeped me out, but I guess that's just because he used to leer at me." Brittany didn't know how to respond to that, the statement neither making her feel better or worse about the eldest Lopez child.
"Shouldn't we go to the police or social services or something?" Quinn asked after a moment. Brittany shrugged, the girl had a point, but she had a feeling it couldn't come from them.
"That life is all she's ever known. Besides her parents would probably have a plan for it, her father is a respectable doctor and everyone loves them, who would the police believe them or two teenagers, maybe three if Santana feels like she can." Quinn nodded getting it. "This is really shitty."
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Over the other side of town the Lopez's were sitting down for dinner. It was a rather sombre affair. Dr Lopez sat at the head of the table, his wife opposite him, Santana on his left, Andre on his right.
Santana refused to meet either of her parents eyes whenever she was in their presence, unless they insisted, so her head was, like always, bowed. On more then one occasion over the last year she had thought about running away, the only thing that was stopping her was Brittany. If she had to go though this pain so that when she finally escaped she could be with her, then she would. So that when she did leave it would be with nothing holding her back and she'd never have to look back at her family, or this town again.
"Santana, your brother suggested you might like to make tonight's reading. 1 Corinthians 6 v 9 - 10, if you wouldn't mind." Her father asked calmly.
"Yes father." She quietly said moving to pick the Bible up, searching for the right page, hoping that she wouldn't falter on any of the words. She shivered lightly as she remembered the punishment for the last time that had happened and hesitantly started reading. "'Surely you know that the wicked will not possess God's kingdom. Do not fool yourselves; people who are immoral or who worship idols or are adulterers or homosexual perverts or who steal or are greedy or are drunkards or who slander others or are thieves - none of these will posses God's kingdom.'"
Part 7
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
A/N: This chapter was beta'd by stargirl888
Also was going to put this up on here sooner but my mum had an operation and I've been hectic busy since then with looking after her and the house. Still busy with it, but found time this morning before the nurse came round to get this up. Enjoy and let me know what you think. :) Also the quote at the end is from a Sunrise Good News Bible, the book verse and chapter are all down there too so I'll keep it a surprise for you.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Brittany and Quinn were sitting on Quinn's bed. The shorter blonde had driven, since after a lengthy discussion when they all reached driving age, the three best friends, Brittany, Quinn and Santana all agreed that Brittany would never drive. Ever and that where ever possible the other two would drive her. It was surprisingly Brittany's suggestion, something about hating driving cars and how they lack the attention that a bike requires. There had been no conversation on the drive over, the thought of what they would be talking about killing their normal happy banter.
The Dutch girl sighed flopping backwards onto the bed. "I'm scared and I just don't know what to do." She confessed in a quiet, broken voice after half an hour of silence between them, neither really knowing where or how to start. Having one conversation about what had happened was completely different from talking about their fears, also there last conversation on the topic had been a surprise.
Quinn hated not knowing what to say, or how to make it better, so she gave them the only comfort she could; "I'm here for you guys, both of you." She knew Santana wasn't letting her in yet but Brittany still needed support, and she'd be there for her, and figure out what else she can do after that.
"Friday night?" Brittany asked bringing up the original reason for the talk. Now that the silence had been broken it wasn't quite as awkward to start the conversation. Quinn bit her bottom lip lightly, thinking about the best way to start this.
"We were all at the party. I was with Kurt, not touching alcohol for obvious reasons. On the other hand Santana was having a drinking competition with herself, and losing." She heard Brittany's sad sigh but the other girl didn't interrupt her.
"A lot of the guys were hitting on her, considering she put out regularly with both Puck and Matt, but the fact that she isn't with either of them meant she was easy game."
Brittany scoffed and actually laughed at that. "I'm sorry but she's never slept with Matt, he's just an awesome guy that doesn't see the harm of letting people think they did it, he's been a total lesbro to San,"
"And Puck just wants everyone to think he's getting his dick wet everywhere cos he's that much of a 'stud'." Quinn finished the sentence for her. "It didn't matter how drunk she was though, she still rejected all of them. Then she went upstairs, I'm presuming to go to the toilet, only I noticed that Alec followed, she'd turned him down a couple of times already that night and he wasn't happy."
Brittany frowned, but couldn't resist from teasing her friend, "You were watching her all night, that's sooo cute Quinnie." The blonde that was being teased could only give a half glare in response.
"Shut up. Anyway, I persuaded Kurt to come with me, though he was reluctant, I mean Alec is like Finn but with muscles."
Brittany interjected seeing the slightly nervous look that crossed Quinn's facial features, "I'm not going to like this bit am I?"
Quinn shrugged, trying to lessen the seriousness, "Unlikely." She answered the question truthfully before going on to tell the rest of the story. "By the time we got there he'd removed her shirt, he was touching her and kissing her. She didn't seem to get it or want it and the second he let go she fell. Britt? Quinn stopped, looking over at Brittany. The sight was surprisingly scary.
Brittany was fuming. Her fists clenched and knuckles turning white. Quinn thought for a second that it might have been directed at Santana or herself until the blonde spoke anyway. "I'm going to kill him! Cut his balls off and fly them from the flag pole!" She seethed furiously.
Despite Quinn being relieved that she wasn't going to kill her or Santana, she was still terrified at the blondes reaction. She'd never seen the normally calm, sweet, caring girl angry, and it was hell of a lot more scary then Santana.
"Sweetie calm down, please, your scaring me." The ex-cheerleader ran a comforting hand up and down Brittany's arm softly. The taller blonde, for her part, closed her eyes and started breathing deeply.
Once Brittany was visibly calmer Quinn continued with her story, although she could still see the anger in Brittany's eyes once she opened them, albeit more controlled. "Also Alec really creeped me out, he looked like he knew something."
Brittany chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully, "I'm really beginning to not like guys much at all, I still can't believe Kurt thinks I believe the square root of four is rainbows, that's not even a number." Brittany stared with an eye roll.
"You don't exactly help with that." Quinn challenged her. "Though it is funny seeing everyone's faces."
"What do you think of Santana's brother?" Brittany asked suddenly and while it was true that she wasn't as dumb as everyone seemed to believe, she did however have a huge tendency to change topic with little warning for those she was talking with.
If it wasn't for the fact that Quinn had spent a lot of time with her friend she might have been much more thrown by it, however she was used to Brittany. Unfortunately the question was one that made her think, preventing a quick response.
Just before the silence got awkward again Quinn answered the question. "He's always creeped me out, but I guess that's just because he used to leer at me." Brittany didn't know how to respond to that, the statement neither making her feel better or worse about the eldest Lopez child.
"Shouldn't we go to the police or social services or something?" Quinn asked after a moment. Brittany shrugged, the girl had a point, but she had a feeling it couldn't come from them.
"That life is all she's ever known. Besides her parents would probably have a plan for it, her father is a respectable doctor and everyone loves them, who would the police believe them or two teenagers, maybe three if Santana feels like she can." Quinn nodded getting it. "This is really shitty."
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Over the other side of town the Lopez's were sitting down for dinner. It was a rather sombre affair. Dr Lopez sat at the head of the table, his wife opposite him, Santana on his left, Andre on his right.
Santana refused to meet either of her parents eyes whenever she was in their presence, unless they insisted, so her head was, like always, bowed. On more then one occasion over the last year she had thought about running away, the only thing that was stopping her was Brittany. If she had to go though this pain so that when she finally escaped she could be with her, then she would. So that when she did leave it would be with nothing holding her back and she'd never have to look back at her family, or this town again.
"Santana, your brother suggested you might like to make tonight's reading. 1 Corinthians 6 v 9 - 10, if you wouldn't mind." Her father asked calmly.
"Yes father." She quietly said moving to pick the Bible up, searching for the right page, hoping that she wouldn't falter on any of the words. She shivered lightly as she remembered the punishment for the last time that had happened and hesitantly started reading. "'Surely you know that the wicked will not possess God's kingdom. Do not fool yourselves; people who are immoral or who worship idols or are adulterers or homosexual perverts or who steal or are greedy or are drunkards or who slander others or are thieves - none of these will posses God's kingdom.'"
Part 7