Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 12
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Spoilers: None in this chapter
Summary: Deeper meanings behind Santana. Domestic violence exists in this fic.
A/N: Happier chapter then the last chapter and cos of my approaching birthday inside the fic is a present for you all - Brittana goodness ;) I'm aplogising for the mistakes in this, I'm the only one whose reread it and well yeah. Anyway - hope you all enjoy and well feel free to let me hear your thoughts ;)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
A few hours had passed since the girls had their conversation, both of them had drifted asleep in their positions on the sofa. Santana was curled right into Brittany, head buried in th taller girls chest, both hands fisted tightly - as if her life depended on it - into the girls shirt. While Brittany had her arms protectively wrapped around the smaller girl's frame.
Brittany was the first of the two to wake up. At first it was to complete confusion, she couldn't work out why there was something on her or why she had been asleep on the sofa either. As her sleepiness wore off she remembered what had happened at school, then the conversation that she and Santana had shared. At the memory of Santana's confessions she couldn't help the way her arms tightened around the girl in her arms.
The next thing she noticed was that there was now a blanket covering them, which could only mean one thing - her mum was home. That thought worried her slightly. Santana had said she didn't ever want to go home, for Brittany this felt like a break through, if she was away from that house then she'd be able to protect her so much easier. The only problem was Santana had to live somewhere else. Her mum wasn't unreasonable and Santana had spent a lot of time in their house, she just didn't think even her mum would let the girl move in without and explanation, and that wasn't something Brittany was able to provide. It was completely Santana's choice as to whether or not her mum knew what was going on or why.
She'd already broken Santana's trust once by telling Quinn - not that Santana knew. She wasn't about to do it again, especially with someone who'd not only want to but actually try and do something and no matter how much she wanted to tell her mum everything and have her sort everything out, she knew she couldn't. She knew she had to let Santana get there herself - if she ever could.
Realising that she at least needed to have somewhat of a conversation with her mum about Santana staying, at least for now with no pressure. Brittany tried to disentangle herself from the sleeping girl, only for the girl to hold onto her tighter and have Santana's face change into a scared expression. Sighing in defeat, she wasn't going to wake her up, she settled back down, smiling when the Latina's face became peaceful again.
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It was a while later when Brittany was dragged out of her daydream when Santana suddenly woke with panic written all over her face.
"Hey, shh, it's alright I'm here." Brittany cooed as she rocked back and forth - that helped right? Always seemed to in the movies anyway.
"Why is Sanny sad?"
Brittany looked up seeing her little sister staring at the pair, she hadn't noticed when Heather walked in, and she wasn't sure how she was meant to answer the question. She obviously couldn't tell the younger girl the real reason - there were numerous reasons as to why no, but she couldn't say nothing. "She's sad because she missed me." It wasn't a complete lie.
"Why? Where has she been?" The little girl asked as she moved closer to the pair on the sofa.
"A bad, sad place Heath." Santana answered before Brittany could have thought of some other answer that would probably have just caused the youngster to ask more why questions.
"Heather! I thought I told you to leave the girls alone." The voice of the eldest Pierce came through the room, causing all three occupants to look over to where she was stood in the doorway.
"Santana, it's lovely to see you again dear. Would you be staying for tea this evening?"
"Mum we need to ask you something." Brittany had a really nervous look on her face, it was due to how this conversation could go. She hoped that Santana would tell her mum the real reason and then it'd really be okay, but with that there was also the fact that she was nervous about how her mother would receive the information. Then there was if Santana lied, which was more then likely, her mum wasn't going to just let her stay there forever without the truth.
Being the perceptive woman she was, Liz immediately picked up on the nervous energy that was coming in waves from the two teenagers. "Heather dear, go upstairs and play in your room for a bit, I need to have a chat with the girls."
With much grumbling and protesting, Heather slowly made her way out of the room and up the stairs, leaving the three in a silence as they waited for the tell tale noise of Heather's bedroom door being closed.
"can Santana stay here for awhile?" She asked with a nervous look at the girl that was still in her arms, waiting for her mothers question of why.
Surprisingly it was Santana that spoke; "My parents have gone on holiday and I don't want to stay in the empty house by myself."
"Okay." Came the response from the older woman, "You can stay a week, but if you need to stay longer you're going to have to tell me the real reason." She let them both know that she knew that they were lying, she had no idea the truth was as bad as it was, she thought that maybe Santana's parents had found out about the girls relationship and had kicked her out - The Lopez's held crazy values like that.
They spent the rest of the afternoon curled together on the sofa watching Disney films, Heather had joined them half way through and laid half on top on the two girls, wanting to feel apart of the whole thing.
When they finally ate, Liz had cooked chicken pie, the all sat around the table, conversation was easy and light and Santana found herself smiling again, she'd always felt jealous of Brittany's family but mostly she felt lucky that despite her absence, they pretty much accepted her as a member of their family.
Both Brittany and her mother noticed that Santana barely managed to eat half of what was on her plate, but neither commented on it, both storing it away, Brittany thinking of how she could get Santana to eat more, Liz to remember to watch the girl's food intake the entire time she was there. It could just be a one off, but she was looking smaller then she remembered her to be.
Later that night Santana sat in Brittany's bed, wearing a pair of Brittany's sleeping shorts, which to some people were too short to be given the title; shorts, and one of the dancers large work out tees, which actually ended up covering more of her thighs then the shorts did.
Brittany, who was stood by the end of the bed, checking through her phone, was wearing a pair of her shorts and a tight fitting tank top that honestly made Santana mentally drool at being able to see this much of her again.
"I have a confession to make." It was whispered as she moved to sit on her side of the bed. Santana didn't verballing respond, just have a slight nod to let the other girl know she was listening. "I told Quinn about your parents. About six months ago now. I'm sorry."
Brittany had spoken with such honesty and truth that Santana knew she meant her apology, knew that she was genuinely sorry for telling her. IF Santana had known Quinn knew back before Andre had started meddling she probably would have been pissed beyond belief, but now, knowing that if Quinn hadn't interfered the way she had today she;d be in her house hoping she hadn't done anything 'wrong' and all alone. She could probably guess that the only reason that Quinn had been an interfering bitch was because she knew something.
That didn't mean that she wasn't disappointed that Brittany had betrayed her trust, she was, she just didn't have to energy to fight about it. "I'm not angry, I'm just upset that you told her without asking me. Promise me you wont do that again?"
"San, don't make me promise that. Not when I don't want to. The best I can give you is that if you're safe and I know where you are I wont say anything, but if I don't know where you are or you're not safe, I'm telling whoever I have to to make you safe again. Okay? Deal?"
"Deal." She had then her time with answering, but realised this was the best she'd get from Brittany and she'd best take it while she could.
Brittany climbed fully into bed and snuggled with Santana as the girl moved into her arms. "Q is driving is to school in the morning.
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Only a couple of hours later Santana had woken, being at Brittany's meant she was safe from her parents for now but they still haunted her in her sleep, the worry of what they would do if she didn't come home again tonight or the night after and the worry of what will happen when Andre finds out. She just couldn't sleep after that.
When Brittany woke up her bed was empty and for a moment she was worried that Santana had left and gone home despite what she said the day before. As she rubbed the sleep out of her face her eyes focused and she noticed that Santana was still in the room. She was sat on the window sill staring out at the dark sky outside in town. Santana seemed to be in her own world and as such hadn't noticed Brittany waking up, who then used it as an opportunity to just sit and look at Santana. Look at her without her knowing, when her defences were completely down. You could see the toll everything had taken on her, between her slumped shoulders and defeated way she sat, and despite Brittany knowing that she wasn't completely the same girl that she had fallen in love with, she knew that she was a lot more flawed now and had so much more baggage that may never leave her, she still couldn't help but marvel at how gorgeous the girl looked - she did need to put on at least a stone in weight, but she was still breathtaking.
"What time is Quinn picking us up at?"
Brittany jumped when Santana spoke to her, she hadn't even turned her head or anything when she spoke so Brittany had no idea that she even knew she was awake. With a pout on her face - it was almost pointless considering Santana wasn't even looking, she answered; "How did you know I was awake?"
A smile tugged at Santana's mouth, "You stopped snoring." The smile spread into a grin when she heard Brittany's huff.
"I do no snore!" Came the response from the girl. As Santana wasn't looking she didn't see the cushion that was sent softly flying towards her. When it connected with the back of her head Santana spun around, staring directly at Brittany, who was now kneeling on her bed with a shy smile on her face.
"Oh it's soo on." The dancers smile widened at the words, sounding so much like the old Santana, only the have her smile change into an expression of pure shock when the Latina's smaller frame came crashing into her. A shriek of shock escaping her lips as she landed on her back with Santana straddling her hips, pinning her hands into the mattress. Santana's face was only inches from Brittany's and it's only then that they both realise exactly what position they are in.
It was a split decision, on the surprised the girl underneath her, who was sure she'd run away again. But she didn't, instead Santana's lips crashed against Brittany's - it wasn't soft and gentle, it was hard and needing but exactly what both girls needed. It didn't take long for tongues to start battling, although it wasn't a battle for dominance. Santana moved her hands, letting go of Brittany's, lightly trailing her fingertips along the taller girls bare arms, sending tingles throughout the girl's body. She ended up with one hand cupping her face and the other lightly tangled in blonde locks.
Brittany's hands didn't remain where they were once Santana released them, one hand ended up cupping the back of the smaller girl's neck, while the other moved down and slipped underneath the shirt that Santana had on. The dancer thought that there was too much distance between their bodies and so used her hand that was on Santana's bare skin of her lower back to pull the girls body down onto hers, moaning at the bodily contact.
Things were heating up between the pair really quickly, they could both feel the other's heat beating fast and hard in their chests. Breaths became laboured as Santana started to kiss and nip at the blonde's pale neck. Only for Santana to jump off Brittany when she heard a knock on the door which was quickly followed by a; "Girls, breakfast is ready."
Santana glanced at Brittany as her heart rate slowed down. While looking she noticed something on the girls neck, causing her to smirk. "Sorry Britt." She apologised before quickly moving out of the room and down for breakfast. Hearing Brittany call; "For what?" After her.
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"You're such a vampire."
"You weren't complaining at the time Britt." Although by now the relaxation that she had gotten from; getting her 'mack on' and 'breakfast with the Pierce's' had been worn away by the complete nervousness of going into school today.
"That's because you have like a magically talented mouth." Brittany had been leaning in to place a kiss to Santana's lips when the door bell interrupted them, causing both of them to let out groans of disappointment. "Come on that'll be Q, and we like really owe her for yesterday." The taller girl said as she moved away from the Latina.
Santana actually answered the door and upon seeing Quinn slapped her around the face, causing both blondes to look utterly shocked at what had happened, but before either of them could say or do anything Santana had pulled Quinn into a bone crushing hug. Quinn carefully hugged the girl back while giving Brittany a 'What the hell?' look over Santana's shoulder.
Part 13
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: 18/M
Spoilers: None in this chapter
Summary: Deeper meanings behind Santana. Domestic violence exists in this fic.
A/N: Happier chapter then the last chapter and cos of my approaching birthday inside the fic is a present for you all - Brittana goodness ;) I'm aplogising for the mistakes in this, I'm the only one whose reread it and well yeah. Anyway - hope you all enjoy and well feel free to let me hear your thoughts ;)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
A few hours had passed since the girls had their conversation, both of them had drifted asleep in their positions on the sofa. Santana was curled right into Brittany, head buried in th taller girls chest, both hands fisted tightly - as if her life depended on it - into the girls shirt. While Brittany had her arms protectively wrapped around the smaller girl's frame.
Brittany was the first of the two to wake up. At first it was to complete confusion, she couldn't work out why there was something on her or why she had been asleep on the sofa either. As her sleepiness wore off she remembered what had happened at school, then the conversation that she and Santana had shared. At the memory of Santana's confessions she couldn't help the way her arms tightened around the girl in her arms.
The next thing she noticed was that there was now a blanket covering them, which could only mean one thing - her mum was home. That thought worried her slightly. Santana had said she didn't ever want to go home, for Brittany this felt like a break through, if she was away from that house then she'd be able to protect her so much easier. The only problem was Santana had to live somewhere else. Her mum wasn't unreasonable and Santana had spent a lot of time in their house, she just didn't think even her mum would let the girl move in without and explanation, and that wasn't something Brittany was able to provide. It was completely Santana's choice as to whether or not her mum knew what was going on or why.
She'd already broken Santana's trust once by telling Quinn - not that Santana knew. She wasn't about to do it again, especially with someone who'd not only want to but actually try and do something and no matter how much she wanted to tell her mum everything and have her sort everything out, she knew she couldn't. She knew she had to let Santana get there herself - if she ever could.
Realising that she at least needed to have somewhat of a conversation with her mum about Santana staying, at least for now with no pressure. Brittany tried to disentangle herself from the sleeping girl, only for the girl to hold onto her tighter and have Santana's face change into a scared expression. Sighing in defeat, she wasn't going to wake her up, she settled back down, smiling when the Latina's face became peaceful again.
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It was a while later when Brittany was dragged out of her daydream when Santana suddenly woke with panic written all over her face.
"Hey, shh, it's alright I'm here." Brittany cooed as she rocked back and forth - that helped right? Always seemed to in the movies anyway.
"Why is Sanny sad?"
Brittany looked up seeing her little sister staring at the pair, she hadn't noticed when Heather walked in, and she wasn't sure how she was meant to answer the question. She obviously couldn't tell the younger girl the real reason - there were numerous reasons as to why no, but she couldn't say nothing. "She's sad because she missed me." It wasn't a complete lie.
"Why? Where has she been?" The little girl asked as she moved closer to the pair on the sofa.
"A bad, sad place Heath." Santana answered before Brittany could have thought of some other answer that would probably have just caused the youngster to ask more why questions.
"Heather! I thought I told you to leave the girls alone." The voice of the eldest Pierce came through the room, causing all three occupants to look over to where she was stood in the doorway.
"Santana, it's lovely to see you again dear. Would you be staying for tea this evening?"
"Mum we need to ask you something." Brittany had a really nervous look on her face, it was due to how this conversation could go. She hoped that Santana would tell her mum the real reason and then it'd really be okay, but with that there was also the fact that she was nervous about how her mother would receive the information. Then there was if Santana lied, which was more then likely, her mum wasn't going to just let her stay there forever without the truth.
Being the perceptive woman she was, Liz immediately picked up on the nervous energy that was coming in waves from the two teenagers. "Heather dear, go upstairs and play in your room for a bit, I need to have a chat with the girls."
With much grumbling and protesting, Heather slowly made her way out of the room and up the stairs, leaving the three in a silence as they waited for the tell tale noise of Heather's bedroom door being closed.
"can Santana stay here for awhile?" She asked with a nervous look at the girl that was still in her arms, waiting for her mothers question of why.
Surprisingly it was Santana that spoke; "My parents have gone on holiday and I don't want to stay in the empty house by myself."
"Okay." Came the response from the older woman, "You can stay a week, but if you need to stay longer you're going to have to tell me the real reason." She let them both know that she knew that they were lying, she had no idea the truth was as bad as it was, she thought that maybe Santana's parents had found out about the girls relationship and had kicked her out - The Lopez's held crazy values like that.
They spent the rest of the afternoon curled together on the sofa watching Disney films, Heather had joined them half way through and laid half on top on the two girls, wanting to feel apart of the whole thing.
When they finally ate, Liz had cooked chicken pie, the all sat around the table, conversation was easy and light and Santana found herself smiling again, she'd always felt jealous of Brittany's family but mostly she felt lucky that despite her absence, they pretty much accepted her as a member of their family.
Both Brittany and her mother noticed that Santana barely managed to eat half of what was on her plate, but neither commented on it, both storing it away, Brittany thinking of how she could get Santana to eat more, Liz to remember to watch the girl's food intake the entire time she was there. It could just be a one off, but she was looking smaller then she remembered her to be.
Later that night Santana sat in Brittany's bed, wearing a pair of Brittany's sleeping shorts, which to some people were too short to be given the title; shorts, and one of the dancers large work out tees, which actually ended up covering more of her thighs then the shorts did.
Brittany, who was stood by the end of the bed, checking through her phone, was wearing a pair of her shorts and a tight fitting tank top that honestly made Santana mentally drool at being able to see this much of her again.
"I have a confession to make." It was whispered as she moved to sit on her side of the bed. Santana didn't verballing respond, just have a slight nod to let the other girl know she was listening. "I told Quinn about your parents. About six months ago now. I'm sorry."
Brittany had spoken with such honesty and truth that Santana knew she meant her apology, knew that she was genuinely sorry for telling her. IF Santana had known Quinn knew back before Andre had started meddling she probably would have been pissed beyond belief, but now, knowing that if Quinn hadn't interfered the way she had today she;d be in her house hoping she hadn't done anything 'wrong' and all alone. She could probably guess that the only reason that Quinn had been an interfering bitch was because she knew something.
That didn't mean that she wasn't disappointed that Brittany had betrayed her trust, she was, she just didn't have to energy to fight about it. "I'm not angry, I'm just upset that you told her without asking me. Promise me you wont do that again?"
"San, don't make me promise that. Not when I don't want to. The best I can give you is that if you're safe and I know where you are I wont say anything, but if I don't know where you are or you're not safe, I'm telling whoever I have to to make you safe again. Okay? Deal?"
"Deal." She had then her time with answering, but realised this was the best she'd get from Brittany and she'd best take it while she could.
Brittany climbed fully into bed and snuggled with Santana as the girl moved into her arms. "Q is driving is to school in the morning.
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Only a couple of hours later Santana had woken, being at Brittany's meant she was safe from her parents for now but they still haunted her in her sleep, the worry of what they would do if she didn't come home again tonight or the night after and the worry of what will happen when Andre finds out. She just couldn't sleep after that.
When Brittany woke up her bed was empty and for a moment she was worried that Santana had left and gone home despite what she said the day before. As she rubbed the sleep out of her face her eyes focused and she noticed that Santana was still in the room. She was sat on the window sill staring out at the dark sky outside in town. Santana seemed to be in her own world and as such hadn't noticed Brittany waking up, who then used it as an opportunity to just sit and look at Santana. Look at her without her knowing, when her defences were completely down. You could see the toll everything had taken on her, between her slumped shoulders and defeated way she sat, and despite Brittany knowing that she wasn't completely the same girl that she had fallen in love with, she knew that she was a lot more flawed now and had so much more baggage that may never leave her, she still couldn't help but marvel at how gorgeous the girl looked - she did need to put on at least a stone in weight, but she was still breathtaking.
"What time is Quinn picking us up at?"
Brittany jumped when Santana spoke to her, she hadn't even turned her head or anything when she spoke so Brittany had no idea that she even knew she was awake. With a pout on her face - it was almost pointless considering Santana wasn't even looking, she answered; "How did you know I was awake?"
A smile tugged at Santana's mouth, "You stopped snoring." The smile spread into a grin when she heard Brittany's huff.
"I do no snore!" Came the response from the girl. As Santana wasn't looking she didn't see the cushion that was sent softly flying towards her. When it connected with the back of her head Santana spun around, staring directly at Brittany, who was now kneeling on her bed with a shy smile on her face.
"Oh it's soo on." The dancers smile widened at the words, sounding so much like the old Santana, only the have her smile change into an expression of pure shock when the Latina's smaller frame came crashing into her. A shriek of shock escaping her lips as she landed on her back with Santana straddling her hips, pinning her hands into the mattress. Santana's face was only inches from Brittany's and it's only then that they both realise exactly what position they are in.
It was a split decision, on the surprised the girl underneath her, who was sure she'd run away again. But she didn't, instead Santana's lips crashed against Brittany's - it wasn't soft and gentle, it was hard and needing but exactly what both girls needed. It didn't take long for tongues to start battling, although it wasn't a battle for dominance. Santana moved her hands, letting go of Brittany's, lightly trailing her fingertips along the taller girls bare arms, sending tingles throughout the girl's body. She ended up with one hand cupping her face and the other lightly tangled in blonde locks.
Brittany's hands didn't remain where they were once Santana released them, one hand ended up cupping the back of the smaller girl's neck, while the other moved down and slipped underneath the shirt that Santana had on. The dancer thought that there was too much distance between their bodies and so used her hand that was on Santana's bare skin of her lower back to pull the girls body down onto hers, moaning at the bodily contact.
Things were heating up between the pair really quickly, they could both feel the other's heat beating fast and hard in their chests. Breaths became laboured as Santana started to kiss and nip at the blonde's pale neck. Only for Santana to jump off Brittany when she heard a knock on the door which was quickly followed by a; "Girls, breakfast is ready."
Santana glanced at Brittany as her heart rate slowed down. While looking she noticed something on the girls neck, causing her to smirk. "Sorry Britt." She apologised before quickly moving out of the room and down for breakfast. Hearing Brittany call; "For what?" After her.
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"You're such a vampire."
"You weren't complaining at the time Britt." Although by now the relaxation that she had gotten from; getting her 'mack on' and 'breakfast with the Pierce's' had been worn away by the complete nervousness of going into school today.
"That's because you have like a magically talented mouth." Brittany had been leaning in to place a kiss to Santana's lips when the door bell interrupted them, causing both of them to let out groans of disappointment. "Come on that'll be Q, and we like really owe her for yesterday." The taller girl said as she moved away from the Latina.
Santana actually answered the door and upon seeing Quinn slapped her around the face, causing both blondes to look utterly shocked at what had happened, but before either of them could say or do anything Santana had pulled Quinn into a bone crushing hug. Quinn carefully hugged the girl back while giving Brittany a 'What the hell?' look over Santana's shoulder.
Part 13