Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 9
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: Nothing past the Christmas episode.
A/N: This chapter beta'd bystargirl888. There is a time jump after this chapter.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8
Santana had stopped by one of the bathrooms in the school before getting into the car with her brother. She was in an insanely bad mood, and he was doing nothing but smirking at her. His face was really annoying her, so much so that she wanted nothing more then to punch him and wipe the smirk off it. She doesn't though, since doing so would end up hurting her more then him, although it is still slightly tempting when she thinks about everything that she'd agreed to today.
"I've been wanting to ask you something." He said in a sickly happy voice as he threw the car into drive and started it moving. "Well not really ask, more tell you."
The younger sibling just sits staring straight through the windscreen, hands gripped tightly into fists. "you're coming with me to a talk on Saturday." His grin, if it were possible seemed to only grow bigger.
Santana actually turned to look at him. "I can't, you know I can't. We have a Cheerios performance and Coach said she'd personally kick anyone off the team if they didn't show, not unless they had a very good reason and a note from their parents." Her voice was full of anger, not just the anger she felt towards him but the anger that she was feeling towards herself and Alec.
Andre glanced at her briefly while driving. "I'd calm down if I were you. I don't think Mum and Dad would be too happy if you hit me. You're coming with me though, Mum and Dad wont know, and you're going to skip the competition and face the consequences of that by yourself."
Santana didn't understand why he was doing this. The only reason she became a cheerleader in the first place was because her parents wanted her too, and if she got kicked off she didn't want to think of what their reactions would be.
"And don't even think of not doing as I say. Trust me, I can get Mum and Dad to do whatever I want, just a little whisper to them that you've done something and well, you know what they're like."
Either she did what Andre said and faced getting booted from the Cheerios and whatever her parents reaction from that was or she went to the competition and faced whatever her brother told her parents, either way ended in some form of punishment for her and the only thing that made her think that the latter would be worse was because her brother wanted her to choose him.
"You don't have to tell me now, But I expect to see you in the car Friday night." His smirk seemed to grow bigger, if that even possible. Santana knew she was in deep shit either way.
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Thursday rolled around, Santana hadn't been to glee club once this week, nor had she spoken any words to her blonde girlfriend since Monday in the locker room. Brittany was going out of her mind, and Santana always seemed to be able to avoid her. But every time she saw the brunette girl, she could tell that she was upset, scared and troubled.
Then there was Quinn, who was honestly doing her best to do whatever she could to stay strong in this whole thing, but she wasn't even sure how much more she could take. There was only so much of being Brittany's only confidant that she could take, especially when the Dutch girls worries were just increasing.
Quinn knew that something had to be done, and done soon. Rachel hadn't mentioned Santana's absence from the club again, but it was only a matter of time before she did.
Santana was making her way to her new hidden lunch place when a large strong hand wrapped around her upper arm tightly, spinning her around till she was face to chest with the Hockey team captain, Alec. He pushed her against the wall, leaning down so that she would be the only one to hear his whispers.
"I'm not actually asking a lot of you so I expect that when I do ask something that you actually do it." Despite his quiet voice, it was unmistakably harsh. "It had better be done by 4pm today. And Santana, use blueberry, it'll go real well with the red and white." He released his grip on her arm, turning and walking away, leaving Santana to bang her head against the lockers behind her, muttering a simple word; "Fuck."
Unknown to either of them their exchange hadn't been in total confidence. It hadn't been overheard, but it had been watched closely. Very closely by the ex head cheerleader, although she really didn't know what to make of the exchange.
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It was 3:25pm and Santana was stood by Brittany's locker, knowing that the girl always stopped by her locker before going to glee. Her eyes were watching as her fingers played with the straw that was inside the frozen beverage that was in her hands.
She noticed when Brittany walked up to stand in front of her, but refused to look up for a few minutes. She wasn't just waiting to gain her nerve, she was hoping that if she took her time before starting then the hallway would clear a bit, which turned out to be right, if the dying noise was anything to go by.
Finally she looked up meeting the gaze of the clear blue eyes. The sight was almost enough to make her run away. She broke eye contact before quietly saying; "I'm quitting glee club." She could quite believe that she'd actually said the words out loud.
Before Brittany could even think of a reply Santana launched into the rest of it, she didn't think that she could go through with it if she actually heard Brittany's voice. "The reason that reason that I've been avoiding you, is simple really, we're over, you mean nothing more to me."
She didn't even try to stop the tears that started to flow freely down her face.
Her left hand started to shake where it was holding onto the blueberry slushie. She watched as if it was someone else controlling her as her hand lifted and poured the entire contents over Brittany's head, none of the slushie was wasted.
She heard the clatter of the cup as she dropped it on the floor, head her foot steps as she walked away, barely feeling Alec draping his muscular arm over her shoulder. The tears still flowed down her face as she knew she'd just left the only two good things in her life.
There wasn't many people left in the corridor and one of those happened to be Quinn who had seen the entire exchange, including the Santana and Alec part. She quickly but quietly made her way over th the blue stained blonde girl. Carefully, she spoke, scared of what reaction she'd get. "Let's go get you cleaned up."
"No we're going to glee." Came the surprisingly calm answer.
Quinn was shocked, but didn't have time to protest or anything as Brittany Started walking in the direction of the choir room. It was hard to tell, due to the blue gunk, but Quinn didn't think there were any tears. This calm Brittany was freaking her out.
They were late to glee, and as such everyone was already talking and planning what they should do for sectionals when they arrived. Conversation died the second they walked in, to be replaced with shocked looks and hanging jaws. No one had ever slushied Brittany, mostly because Santana had threatened to beat whoever did so within an inch of their lives.
"Santana quit glee." The words broke the silence that had settled through the room and everyone started talking at once.
Most of what they were saying went straight over her head. She did however notice when Rachel said blatantly; "It doesn't matter anyway, we still have 12 members, so we still qualify for competition." As though Sam actually replaced Santana's dancing ability! The comment angered her, but she couldn't find the energy to actually defend the girl any more.
Brittany left the room then, blue stained and broken hearted.
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Late afternoon Friday Santana slid into the passenger seat of the car her brother was sat in. "I knew you'd see things my way." Andre commented pleasantly as he put the car into drive and slowly pulled away from the curb.
Part 10
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: Nothing past the Christmas episode.
A/N: This chapter beta'd bystargirl888. There is a time jump after this chapter.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8
Santana had stopped by one of the bathrooms in the school before getting into the car with her brother. She was in an insanely bad mood, and he was doing nothing but smirking at her. His face was really annoying her, so much so that she wanted nothing more then to punch him and wipe the smirk off it. She doesn't though, since doing so would end up hurting her more then him, although it is still slightly tempting when she thinks about everything that she'd agreed to today.
"I've been wanting to ask you something." He said in a sickly happy voice as he threw the car into drive and started it moving. "Well not really ask, more tell you."
The younger sibling just sits staring straight through the windscreen, hands gripped tightly into fists. "you're coming with me to a talk on Saturday." His grin, if it were possible seemed to only grow bigger.
Santana actually turned to look at him. "I can't, you know I can't. We have a Cheerios performance and Coach said she'd personally kick anyone off the team if they didn't show, not unless they had a very good reason and a note from their parents." Her voice was full of anger, not just the anger she felt towards him but the anger that she was feeling towards herself and Alec.
Andre glanced at her briefly while driving. "I'd calm down if I were you. I don't think Mum and Dad would be too happy if you hit me. You're coming with me though, Mum and Dad wont know, and you're going to skip the competition and face the consequences of that by yourself."
Santana didn't understand why he was doing this. The only reason she became a cheerleader in the first place was because her parents wanted her too, and if she got kicked off she didn't want to think of what their reactions would be.
"And don't even think of not doing as I say. Trust me, I can get Mum and Dad to do whatever I want, just a little whisper to them that you've done something and well, you know what they're like."
Either she did what Andre said and faced getting booted from the Cheerios and whatever her parents reaction from that was or she went to the competition and faced whatever her brother told her parents, either way ended in some form of punishment for her and the only thing that made her think that the latter would be worse was because her brother wanted her to choose him.
"You don't have to tell me now, But I expect to see you in the car Friday night." His smirk seemed to grow bigger, if that even possible. Santana knew she was in deep shit either way.
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Thursday rolled around, Santana hadn't been to glee club once this week, nor had she spoken any words to her blonde girlfriend since Monday in the locker room. Brittany was going out of her mind, and Santana always seemed to be able to avoid her. But every time she saw the brunette girl, she could tell that she was upset, scared and troubled.
Then there was Quinn, who was honestly doing her best to do whatever she could to stay strong in this whole thing, but she wasn't even sure how much more she could take. There was only so much of being Brittany's only confidant that she could take, especially when the Dutch girls worries were just increasing.
Quinn knew that something had to be done, and done soon. Rachel hadn't mentioned Santana's absence from the club again, but it was only a matter of time before she did.
Santana was making her way to her new hidden lunch place when a large strong hand wrapped around her upper arm tightly, spinning her around till she was face to chest with the Hockey team captain, Alec. He pushed her against the wall, leaning down so that she would be the only one to hear his whispers.
"I'm not actually asking a lot of you so I expect that when I do ask something that you actually do it." Despite his quiet voice, it was unmistakably harsh. "It had better be done by 4pm today. And Santana, use blueberry, it'll go real well with the red and white." He released his grip on her arm, turning and walking away, leaving Santana to bang her head against the lockers behind her, muttering a simple word; "Fuck."
Unknown to either of them their exchange hadn't been in total confidence. It hadn't been overheard, but it had been watched closely. Very closely by the ex head cheerleader, although she really didn't know what to make of the exchange.
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It was 3:25pm and Santana was stood by Brittany's locker, knowing that the girl always stopped by her locker before going to glee. Her eyes were watching as her fingers played with the straw that was inside the frozen beverage that was in her hands.
She noticed when Brittany walked up to stand in front of her, but refused to look up for a few minutes. She wasn't just waiting to gain her nerve, she was hoping that if she took her time before starting then the hallway would clear a bit, which turned out to be right, if the dying noise was anything to go by.
Finally she looked up meeting the gaze of the clear blue eyes. The sight was almost enough to make her run away. She broke eye contact before quietly saying; "I'm quitting glee club." She could quite believe that she'd actually said the words out loud.
Before Brittany could even think of a reply Santana launched into the rest of it, she didn't think that she could go through with it if she actually heard Brittany's voice. "The reason that reason that I've been avoiding you, is simple really, we're over, you mean nothing more to me."
She didn't even try to stop the tears that started to flow freely down her face.
Her left hand started to shake where it was holding onto the blueberry slushie. She watched as if it was someone else controlling her as her hand lifted and poured the entire contents over Brittany's head, none of the slushie was wasted.
She heard the clatter of the cup as she dropped it on the floor, head her foot steps as she walked away, barely feeling Alec draping his muscular arm over her shoulder. The tears still flowed down her face as she knew she'd just left the only two good things in her life.
There wasn't many people left in the corridor and one of those happened to be Quinn who had seen the entire exchange, including the Santana and Alec part. She quickly but quietly made her way over th the blue stained blonde girl. Carefully, she spoke, scared of what reaction she'd get. "Let's go get you cleaned up."
"No we're going to glee." Came the surprisingly calm answer.
Quinn was shocked, but didn't have time to protest or anything as Brittany Started walking in the direction of the choir room. It was hard to tell, due to the blue gunk, but Quinn didn't think there were any tears. This calm Brittany was freaking her out.
They were late to glee, and as such everyone was already talking and planning what they should do for sectionals when they arrived. Conversation died the second they walked in, to be replaced with shocked looks and hanging jaws. No one had ever slushied Brittany, mostly because Santana had threatened to beat whoever did so within an inch of their lives.
"Santana quit glee." The words broke the silence that had settled through the room and everyone started talking at once.
Most of what they were saying went straight over her head. She did however notice when Rachel said blatantly; "It doesn't matter anyway, we still have 12 members, so we still qualify for competition." As though Sam actually replaced Santana's dancing ability! The comment angered her, but she couldn't find the energy to actually defend the girl any more.
Brittany left the room then, blue stained and broken hearted.
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Late afternoon Friday Santana slid into the passenger seat of the car her brother was sat in. "I knew you'd see things my way." Andre commented pleasantly as he put the car into drive and slowly pulled away from the curb.
Part 10