fic: Everything's Different, but Nothing's Changed
Title: Everything's Different, but Nothing's Changed
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Puck, Brittany, Rachel's dads, Mike, Quinn, Tomás Lopez, Clara Lopez, Felix Lopez, Marisa Lawson, slight Brittany/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel's dads finally meet the girl dating their daughter.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~17,100
Spoilers: Not really.
A/N: Follows A Slippery Slope.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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It's late on a Friday night and Puck is stretched out on the Berry couch, drunk and flipping channels. There's nothing really on this late, but he's not ready to go to bed yet.
Rachel, who is lying on top of him, shifts and yawns, waking up a bit. Glancing around, she notices the time.
"Noah, it's really rather late," she says. "You don't want to go to bed yet?"
"Don't feel like it."
"Are you still drunk?"
"Maybe," Puck replies.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Course."
"What's going on with Finn? Why won't you tell me what he did?"
"I think it's better if you don't know," he tells her.
"Well, will you at least put a stop to it?" she asks him.
"What? No way, he deserves it."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you."
"Then you have to put a stop to it," Rachel tells him. "I'm assuming he did something horrible related to me. And while I really appreciate your trying to protect me, I think it's time to move on."
"C'mon, Rach," Puck whines. "You never let me have any fun."
"Noah Puckerman, that is a lie and you know it."
"Well, yeah. But still, just a little longer?"
"Noah," Rachel says. "If this is just your way of once again trying to make up for the previous years of abuse and mockery, it isn't necessary."
"I know."
"And while Finn proved far less stalwart and true than I first thought," Rachel continues. "He doesn't deserve this."
"Rachel, I love you like a sister I made out with a couple times--"
"Noah that's disgusting."
"But you're wrong."
"I'm Rachel Berry. I'm never wrong."
"Another week?" Puck pleads.
"Fine. But next Monday, you have to end it."
"Agreed."
…
Somehow Rachel manages to coax Puck out of bed early enough to eat something in the morning.
"Couldn't you just wait for your girlfriend?" he grouses.
"I'm sure she'll be here all too soon," Rachel replies. "I felt like making something and it's less enticing to do so for just myself."
"What are you making?"
"What do you feel like?"
"Waffles?" Puck asks a little too hopefully. Rachel is one of the few people he knows who actually owns and uses a waffle iron. "As long as there's no vegan shit in 'em."
"Coming up."
He sips coffee and occasionally looks up to see her flittering around the kitchen. Mostly he keeps his head down on the table.
A bit later, a plate is forcibly set in front of him. The clatter makes him sit up. Once he's up, another empty plate is set down as well as silverware. He grabs two waffles, ignoring Rachel's reprimand about utensils and pours syrup over them.
"Awesome," he mumbles after taking a large bite.
A moment later Rachel sits down across from him with a coffee cup and a banana. As he continues to stuff his face, he watches Rachel select a waffle and carefully lay it on her plate. The banana is peeled and delicately sliced. The slices are then placed on the waffle. Meticulously she begins to cut and eat the waffle.
Puck just shakes his head at her.
…
"You made waffles?"
Both Puck and Rachel look up to find Santana standing in the kitchen doorway, practically drooling at the plate of waffles.
"Hell yeah she did," Puck says. "Better hurry before I decide I need a few more."
"Noah, you've already had four."
"Yeah. So?"
Santana sits and pulls the plate the last two waffles are sitting on to her. She pours syrup on them and begins eating.
"God, I really love you," Santana groans. "Thank god we have so much sex, otherwise I'd be two hundred pounds."
…
After Puck leaves, the day passes quickly but quietly. Both feel like they haven't seen each other enough over the last week.
For some reason Rachel's feeling rather domestic and so Santana keeps her company while she cleans. Santana offers to help, but is literally pushed into a chair and told to serenade Rachel. Santana balks, but eventually gives in when Rachel agrees to clean in just her underwear.
…
"So now what should we do?" Rachel asks Santana coyly.
"I don't know." Santana looks at the clock. "It's late. Maybe we should go to bed."
"Oh really?" Rachel looks around. "Well, we're already in bed."
"Hmmm," Santana replies. "I guess we'll have to find something else to do."
Rachel just grins and pulls Santana closer. They kiss leisurely knowing they have all night if they really want.
Letting her hands slip under the elastic of Rachel's shorts, Santana pulls her down onto her, groaning as Rachel's hands start to slide up her stomach. Slightly distracted as Rachel's hands teasingly glide under her breasts, she tries not to get sidetracked of her goal of removing Rachel's underwear.
Suddenly there's a knock and before it can register with either of them, Rachel's bedroom door swings open.
"Hey honey, we--"
"What the hell is going on?!"
Rachel squeaks and yanks her hands out from under Santana's shirt. "Dad! Daddy! You're home. A day early." Still lying atop Santana, her head is turned slightly to face the intruders.
Santana tries to casually remove her hands from Rachel's ass. She doesn't think she's too successful as the two men's faces seem to become angrier.
Without Santana's arms holding her, Rachel sits up and turns to face her fathers. She sits between Santana's legs and pulls Santana's arms around her.
"You're not supposed to be home until tomorrow night."
"Yes, well we thought we'd cut our trip short," Rachel's daddy, Michael answers. "We thought we could spend the day together tomorrow before we go back to our long work days on Monday."
"Oh," Rachel replies meekly. "That sounds lovely."
"Yes, well we wanted to surprise you," Rachel's dad, Jake tells her.
"Goal achieved," Santana mutters.
"Not helping," Rachel whispers.
"I see we were quite successful," Michael comments dryly.
"Um, Santana these are my dads, Michael and Jake," Rachel says. "Daddy, dad, this is Santana. My girlfriend."
"I think they might have figured that part out, babe," Santana says. "Nice to meet you sirs."
"Nice to meet you, Santana, is it?" Joe asks.
"Yes sir," Santana nods.
"We're going to put our things away and take a minute," Jake says. "And then the four of us are going to talk in the kitchen."
"Of course, dad."
The two men, still frowning slowly back out of the room.
Once they're gone, Santana lets her head fall onto Rachel's shoulder. "This isn't good, is it?"
"Definitely not," Rachel agrees. "Just let me do all the talking."
"It is your forte."
…
When Rachel and Santana walk into the kitchen five minutes later, they're wearing slightly more clothing. They both agreed that it couldn't hurt. Rachel dug up the sweatpants that Puck usually wears when he sleep over while pulling on the hoodie Santana keeps around, just in case.
Rachel's dads are already seated at the table. Jake has a glass of Scotch in front of him while Michael has a beer. Sitting on the table in front of the two other seats are another beer, opened, but not touched and a large glass of water.
Santana looks questionably at Rachel, who pushes her to sit in the chair with beer while she takes the one with the glass of water.
"I thought it only fair," Jake says as Santana stares at the beer in front of her.
"It's okay, San," Rachel tells her.
"Why do you only get water?"
"Water makes me feel better," Rachel replies. "More so than alcohol ever could."
"All right."
“So,” Michael starts. “How long has this been going on?”
“Months,” Rachel answers succinctly, reaching out slightly and wrapping her fingers around Santana's.
“Months?” Jake asks. “How many?”
“Quite a few,” Rachel tells him.
“Don’t be glib,” Jake replies. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Long enough,” Rachel says.
“And I suppose you’ve been carrying on like this for the entire time?” Michael asks.
Rachel nods.
“And you,” Michael turns to Santana. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Um…”
“Daddy, please be nice,” Rachel says.
“Nice? Nice?!” Michael’s voice begins to rise. “I come home early to spend time with my daughter only to find her being violated by some girl I’ve never met, but have heard plenty of negative things about and you want me to be nice?!”
“I did tell you I was seeing someone,” Rachel points out.
“And you also implied it was casual,” Jake replies. “And that’s why we didn’t need to meet this person.”
Rachel shrugs. “It was at the time.”
"A relationship update would have been nice," Jake continues.
"Because you're around so much to have that sort of discussion with," Rachel counters.
"Shit," Santana mutters under her breath.
"Don't act like you don't enjoy the liberties afforded to you because we work a lot," Michael says.
"Please tell me you're not trying to spin it that way father dearest," Rachel snaps.
"I don't need your attitude right now, young lady," Michael replies.
"Too bad," Rachel tells him. "You're going to experience it."
Michael stands, expression dark. "You're lucky your dad is here right now…"
Rachel stands as well. "You wouldn't dare…
"Maybe we should just revisit this discussion in the morning," Jake interjects, jumping up.
"Perhaps that would be a good idea," Rachel agrees.
"Fine," Michael huffs. "I could use a shower, anyway. It'll help clear my head. Santana, maybe it'd be better if you went home."
"I think not," Rachel says. "Look at the time. It's far too late."
Jake sighs. "Fine. She can stay, but she sleeps in the guest room."
"The guest room that's still filled with boxes and that no one can actually get into?" Rachel asks.
"The couch then."
"That couch doesn't allow one a proper night's rest," Rachel argues.
"Then what do you suggest?" Jake asks.
"My bed of course."
"And where will you be, young lady?" Michael asks.
"In my bed," Rachel answers.
Santana gulps at the expression on Michael's face.
"Absolutely not."
"She's not sleeping on the floor," Rachel counters.
"Fine," Jake huffs. "She can sleep in your bed. With you. But your door stays open all night, young lady."
"Of course."
Rachel grabs Santana's hand and practically drags her out of the room and up the stairs leaving her fathers to stare after them.
…
"Oh my god, ohmygod!" Santana exclaims as they enter Rachel's room.
"It's fine," Rachel assures her.
She unzips the hoodie and hangs it on her chair. She then pulls the sweatpants down Santana's legs, who steps out of them without really paying attention.
"How can you be so calm so quickly after you were so--"
"San," Rachel interrupts. "Get into bed and we'll talk about it, okay?"
Santana nods and crawls into bed as Rachel makes sure her door is wide open. She turns off the lights and slides into bed. Spooning, Rachel pulls Santana's arm around her.
"This is bad, isn't it?" Santana asks.
Rachel nods and then realizes her girlfriend can't see her. "It's definitely not good."
"How long were they on vacation?"
"It was a two month cruise," Rachel informs her.
"Jesus, they left you alone for two months?"
"San, how long have we been dating? When have you ever seen them?"
"I've heard them come home really late some nights," Santana answers.
"Daddy's law firm is far enough away that he spends some nights there," Rachel explains. "The back of his SUV is more like a small closet. Dad spends a lot of time on the road or on a plane. Once I was deemed old enough to take care of myself, they returned their focus to their careers. Because they've raised me with a similar sort of focus, they knew I would understand once I was old enough."
"And do you?"
"I don't think I'm old enough yet," Rachel replies, sniffling.
"Aw, babe," Santana says, tightening her grip and tangling their legs further.
"It's fine," Rachel tells her, trying to stop her tears. "I've mostly come to terms with it."
They lay in silence for a bit, listening to the muffled sounds of Rachel's father arguing and unpacking.
"They hate me," Santana mumbles.
Rachel doesn't answer.
"Oh my god, they really do, don't they?"
"Tomorrow morning is going to be very difficult," Rachel says.
"They know how I've treated you."
"Freshman year was particularly difficult for me," Rachel tells her. "As you might remember. There were several times I called them in tears."
"Rach, I really am sorry."
"I've already forgiven you."
"So they know how tough it was for you?"
"They do."
"Did they spend more time around the house then?"
"Daddy did for a while," Rachel replies. "But he was still working, so it's not as if I could talk to him. I even suggested once we watch TV together, thinking he could still work with it on in the background. And he did try. It only lasted five minutes though before he gave up and went back into the kitchen. After that, I told them I was fine. Daddy stopped coming home early from then on."
"Oh."
"I know you've been hurt that I haven't wanted you to meet them," Rachel says. "Especially after I pushed to meet yours. But there are good reasons. Which you're going to find out tomorrow."
"You're scaring me babe," Santana replies.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to. But it's the truth."
"Maybe I should go then," Santana says. "As soon as it's light out. I don't want to make things worse."
"No, absolutely not," Rachel replies. "That's what they want. And if it seems like they've managed to scare you off, I'll have a more difficult time convincing them we're in love."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"We'll sit down with them tomorrow and talk. The three of us will mostly do the talking I'm sure, but it's safer that way. Keep addressing them as sir that will definitely help."
"What about Mr. Berry?"
Rachel shakes her head, which Santana feels. "Actually since neither of their last names are Berry, that's probably not a good idea."
Santana actually sits up, half pulling Rachel with her. "What?!"
Rachel pushes Santana back down and recurls into her. "They thought Rachel Berry sounded like a good stage name. Especially since their last names definitely aren't."
"What are they?"
"Michael Yellowhammer and Jake Racham."
"I guess those don't roll off the tongue too easily," Santana says. "So wait? They planned this from your birth?"
"No," Rachel replies. "When I started singing songs in full sentences at the age of two, they suddenly got stars in their eyes. My birth name is Rachel Barbra Yellowhammer-Rachman. But by the time I was three, they legally changed it."
"Holy shit."
"No one really remembers because it was so long ago," Rachel continues. "Also, people were a lot more concerned about two gay men raising a little girl. They put up with a lot of accusations until they hired a nanny. Then all of a sudden people thought I was safe because there was a woman around. People in this town are quite strange."
"I'm starting to feel like I don't know you at all," Santana comments.
"Please don’t say that." Rachel sits up, pulling Santana with her. "You know plenty. I just never talked about this, with anyone, ever. I mean, how does a person even bring it up?"
"Yeah. I guess."
"I realize how insane this is," Rachel says. "It's very Lifetime movie like. If we can just get through tomorrow, I will answer any and all questions you have."
"You'd better," Santana grumbles. "Just thinking about facing your dads is giving me an ulcer.
"Don't worry. I'll definitely make it up to you."
…
When Santana wakes up the next morning, she can't believe she actually managed to fall asleep. The churning in her stomach is still there. Glancing over at the clock, tells her it's still early. She could sneak out if she really wanted. God, she really wants to. Rachel's daddy had been plenty angry last night, but Santana could tell that was just the tip of the iceberg. She really doesn't want to face him in the light of day; though at least she'll be wearing more clothing.
Still Rachel's probably right. If it looks like she's been scared off, how could they possibly believe she loves Rachel? Though two angry dads is a lot to face. She hates it when Brittany's right.
What she really wants is her papa, which she kind of hates, but she could really use some reassurance, maybe even a hug. Not that she'd ever admit that out loud, to anyone, ever.
"What are you thinking about?"
Rachel, who in the middle of the night apparently rolled onto Santana, is now looking up at her.
"Take a wild guess," Santana tells her.
"Yes, silly question, I suppose." Rachel sits up. "I'm going to make breakfast. Would you like to join me in the kitchen?"
"I suppose I better," Santana replies. "Though I'd much rather participate in another morning ritual we have."
"Tell me about it,' Rachel says. "If they weren't such early risers…" She shakes her head and crawls off Santana. "We'll figure something out."
Santana just nods, the apprehension growing.
…
Santana is sitting at the table, sipping coffee almost continuously because it's something for her hands to do, when Rachel's fathers come down the stairs thirty minutes later.
Rachel is flipping pancakes onto a plate and twirling around the kitchen like nothing's wrong.
"Morning dad. Daddy," she says when she turns to find them staring at her.
She knows they're surprised by her behavior. She's surprised too, but knowing it's going to end badly, she'd decided to try and enjoy the early morning quiet with her girlfriend.
"Morning sweetie," Jake says.
"You made pancakes," Michael observes.
"Yes, I thought a hardy breakfast would help this morning's discussion."
Rachel's dads pour themselves coffee while Rachel puts the pancakes and fruit on the table. They all sit down and dig into the food.
It's quiet for a while; just the sounds of utensils and food being eaten, but the tension that started the night before is still there. Still, there seems to be an unspoken rule that nothing be discussed until they're done eating.
Once they've all had their fill and it can't be avoid any longer, Rachel speaks up.
"I believe you had some concerns you wished to address with us."
Santana raises an eyebrow, but keeps silent.
"So you two are dating?" Jake asks.
"We're in love," Rachel tells him.
"And you've been seeing each other for months," Jake continues.
"We have."
"And this is who you were talking about when you mentioned you were seeing someone a while back?"
"It is."
"We have some serious and legitimate concerns, Rachel," Michael says.
"I realize that daddy," Rachel replies. "However, they're unfounded."
"You don't know what our concerns are yet," Jake comments.
"That does not matter," Rachel tells them. "I know they're unfounded."
"We'll ignore your smart mouth for a moment, young lady," Michael says. "First question, is how? How could you go out with someone who's treated you so badly?"
"I believe in forgiving people," Rachel replies. "Everyone deserves a second chance. Santana and I have had numerous discussions about our past interactions and I feel like the topic has been more than adequately dissected."
"How can you trust her?" Michael pushes. "I was here, baby, I saw how upset you were. What if she changes back?"
Santana bites her tongue because she knows her sarcasm won't be appreciated. But she finds it ironic that he's getting down on her for hurting Rachel when he's done plenty of hurting as well.
"If that happens, and I emphasis the word if, then she and I will deal with it."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Michael asks. "Are you saying you'd stay with her if she did?"
"I'm not saying anything except that if it happens, she and I will deal with it when it comes up."
"Are you really so desperate that you would stay with someone who--"
"Do not finish that sentence," Rachel warns, her expression suddenly darker than Santana has ever seen.
"Michael," Jake says. "Why don't we move on?"
"Fine."
Rachel knowing what's coming, groans.
"So you're gay now?" Michael asks.
"Perhaps," Rachel shrugs. "All I know is I love Santana. What else matters?"
"What about your fascination with the giant?" Michael asks. "That's suddenly just gone?"
"He lied to me for months," Rachel says. "Completely unacceptable."
"You can't be gay," Michael says.
Santana stares at him, her eyes wide.
Unperturbed, Rachel replies, "I didn't say I was."
"You cannot be gay," Michael repeats.
"Daddy, you don't really think that's still an issue," Rachel says.
"Until gays can marry and adopt freely, I do."
"Statically, I'm probably bisexual," Rachel tells them. "If that helps."
"It doesn't," Jake tells her.
"What is going on?" Santana whispers.
Knowing her fathers are staring and listening, Rachel leans over and whispers, "My dads are concerned about the whole gay parents producing gay kids angle. Which I suppose could be valid. I at least understand where their concerns stem from. However, just as they can't help being gay, I can't help how I feel about you. Unfortunately, you happen to be of the same sex. Sadly, they'd feel more at ease if they'd come back to find Noah pawing me."
"We definitely wouldn't," Jake protests. "That Puckerman boy is a menace. Remember how much trouble he caused at temple when he was younger?"
Rachel nods, an affectionate smile on her face. "It's been years. Besides, we were seven."
"You're not gay," Michael says.
"I believe I said I was bisexual," Rachel points out. "Besides, what I really am is in a committed relationship."
"I suppose you're out as well," Jake says.
"You've taught me to be proud of who I am," Rachel retorts.
"What the hell were we thinking?" Michael mumbles to himself.
"Just at school," Rachel continues. "We haven't had too many issues."
"Because you're dating the biggest bitch at McKinley," Michael says.
"Daddy, that was completely unnecessary. And uncalled for."
Michael crosses his arms. "Am I wrong?"
"That doesn't mean it has to be said," Rachel tells him.
"Sometimes, things need to be said."
"How serious of a relationship is this?" Jake asks.
"Serious enough," Rachel replies.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael asks.
"Would you prefer I score on a scale of one to ten?" Rachel questions.
Curious Jake asks, "What number would you give it?"
"A seven."
"That's far too serious for a high school relationship," Michael tells her.
"You'd prefer me to be more of a casual fling sort of gal?" Rachel asks. "Not be in a serious, committed relationship?"
"High school is for figuring things out, trying new things. Tying yourself down in a relationship for too long hinders that," Jake says.
"I've found someone I want to be with, why would I change that if I'm not ready to?" Rachel asks.
"I just don't understand why you want to tie yourself to someone like her," Michael says.
"Daddy, you're venturing into some very dangerous territory."
"She's a slut," Michael spits out.
"Just because she has a larger sexual history than I do, doesn't means she's a slut," Rachel tells him. "From the stories you've told me, you bedded plenty of people before you settled down. Why is there such a double standard about these things?"
"I don't want you two together," Michael says.
"Well, that's unfortunate," Rachel tells him. "Because we are. And we plan to stay together for a long time."
"What? Past high school?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"You can't," Jake says.
"Why not?"
"You know why not."
"That is not a legitimate reason," Rachel says.
"It's a real concern," Michael replies.
"To you," Rachel snorts.
"What? You're okay staying here? Forever?" Michael asks.
"You live here," Rachel points out.
"You want to be like us?"
"Isn't a child supposed to want to emulate her parents?"
"Is that what this is about?" Jake questions.
"Of course not," Rachel replies.
"She's going to ruin you," Michael says.
Santana tries not to feel too insulted.
"She's not."
"She is," Michael insists. "She's going to convince you to stick around, go to some college local so the two of you can be together. And then suddenly you'll be thirty and still living in Ohio."
"Or Santana has ambitions as well that she hopes to pursue," Rachel counters. "Just because she doesn't monologue about what she wants to do like I do, doesn't mean she doesn't have goals."
"I'm sure she does honey," Jake says.
"Like sleeping with the whole hockey team," Michael comments.
"Daddy, stop being hurtful," Rachel chastises.
"Honest."
"Spiteful." Rachel stands up.
Candid." Michael stands up as well.
"Cruel."
"Why don't we take a breather?" Jake suggests. "Before we say something we don't mean."
"I don't believe we're at that point, yet, dad," Rachel says. "But we can if you like."
Jake turns to Santana. "You've been awfully quiet young lady. You have nothing to say?"
"I'm here for moral support," Santana replies. "I love Rachel. And I'm trying to make it up to her for all the horrible stuff I did in the past--"
"That's not necessary," Rachel interrupts.
"It is," Santana insists. "Because you deserve to be showered with love and affection."
"Well you certainly talk a good game," Michael says.
"Michael…"
"Daddy!"
"But I've heard that spiel before."
"I mean every word of it, sir," Santana tells him.
"I'm sure you do," Michael replies. "Until something comes along and changes."
"I know you think because we're only seventeen we can't be serious," Santana says. "But we are. We really are."
"Excuse me if I'm not reassured by your paltry teenage words," Michael replies. "All you're doing is drawing her eye, fooling her into believing you care and dragging her down, make her stay here when she should be out there, shinning."
"If you're so concerned, why do you keep her in this horrible place?" Santana asks. "Maybe she should have grown up in New York or at the very least Chicago. But Lima freaking Ohio?"
"Our reasons are none of your concern."
"Because if you'd really care you wouldn't have stayed here," Santana continues. "And let Rachel deal with the ramifications of being the daughter of two gay men. Do you know how much shit she's had to deal with? And where have you been during it all?"
"And of course you didn't contribute to that harassment," Michael retorts. "Besides, I'm not taking parenting advice from a teenager."
"Considering what I've seen, maybe you should," Santana replies.
"How dare you?" Michael stands. "You do not get to come into my home, take advantage of my daughter and then criticize me as a parent."
Santana stands as well. "At least Rachel knows I love her. How's she supposed to know you do?"
Michael's hands curl into fists and Rachel stands.
"Stop," she says. "Both of you take a deep breath."
They do so, grudgingly.
"Good. Now sit."
Santana does. Looking defiant, she pulls Rachel down to sit on her lap. Seeing this, Michael nearly lunges at Santana, but is held back by Jake.
Rachel sighs. She's thoroughly charmed by how protective Santana is being. However, she knows the chance of her fathers accepting this relationship is diminishing quickly.
"Now perhaps we could attempt this again," Rachel says. "Calmly."
"There's nothing else to discuss," Santana says. "I love you. You love me. And I'm not going anywhere."
"However admirable that sounds," Michael replies. "Forgive me for not caring. I don't want my daughter dating you."
"I think that's been abundantly clear," Santana tells him. "Too bad I don't care what you want."
Michael stands again, this time knocking his chair over. It hits the floor with a loud clamor.
Santana just tightens her grip around Rachel.
Jake stands. He picks up the knocked over chair and makes Michael sit in it.
"I think we need to take a little break," Rachel says hopping off Santana's lap. "San and I are going up to my room. We'll reconvene in ten minutes, okay?"
Not waiting for an answer, Rachel pulls Santana up and drags her up to the bedroom.
…
This time the door to Rachel's bedroom is closed once they're inside. Santana then finds herself being pushed onto the bed and straddled. Her girlfriend crushes their lips together and Santana can feel the possessiveness Rachel is apparently feeling.
When they finally break apart to breath, Rachel sits up, pulling Santana with her. Still sitting on Santana's lap, Rachel wraps her legs around her waist.
"Uh, babe, not that I don't appreciate all this, but do you really think now is the time?"
"Things aren't going as well as I'd hoped," Rachel tells her. "I fear I may have to take another approach."
"Okay."
"I realize what I said last night, but I'm starting to think it'd be better if you did take off," Rachel continues.
"What? No way. I'm not leaving you alone to deal with all that anger," Santana protests.
"I appreciate that, San," Rachel replies. "But it might be better. With the direction this argument is going, I just think it'd be better if you weren't here."
"What does that mean? The direction the argument is going?"
Rachel sighs. "I'm fairly certain some rather hurtful words are going to be exchanged and I think it'd be better if you didn't hear them."
"You're worrying me, Rach."
"I apologize." Rachel leans in for a quick, but passionate kiss. "I don't mean to. But you know how families are. Things need to be said."
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't support you."
"I just worry that your presence is raising daddy's anger level more than it would if you weren't."
"Well, yeah," Santana replies. "Because I’m not going to just sit there and let it degrade what we have."
"He means well," Rachel says. "I know it seems otherwise."
"He loses his temper kinda quick, don't you think?"
Rachel nods. "It's one of the reasons I try not to let my temper control me. Daddy is a good example of what happens."
"He's never hit you has he?"
"What? No. Of course not."
"Then what was that last night?" Santana asks. "The two of you standing, glaring, I was worried he was going to hit you. It certainly sounded like it."
"I'm sure it did," Rachel agrees. "Daddy is big on intimidation."
"I just don’t feel right leaving you here with them."
"Santana, they're my fathers."
"You better come to dinner tonight, then," Santana says, sullenly.
"I'll do my best," Rachel tells her.
Santana's eyes narrow.
"It's fine, really," Rachel says. "Let's go downstairs and tell them you're leaving. And then I can walk you out."
"As long as you're sure."
Rachel nods. "I am."
…
They enter the kitchen, hand in hand. It's silent because Rachel was careful to stomp down the stairs and announce their entrance. Santana finds that odd.
"Dad. Daddy. Santana's going to go home now. I think it's better for your tempers and hers if she does so."
"Running away, are we?" Michael asks.
"Daddy."
"Hardly," Santana scoffs. "Rachel asked me to, so I am."
"I'm going to walk her to her car and then we'll finish our discussion," Rachel says.
Without waiting for a response, Rachel pushes Santana out of the kitchen and then out the front door.
…
It takes quite a bit of talking to convince Santana she'll be fine. Rachel promises to come over for dinner later and then watches Santana slowly drive away.
Back in the kitchen, she finds her fathers sitting at the table waiting for her. She sits down across from them.
"Managed to chase her off did we?" Michael taunted.
"Actually I'm not a hundred percent sure she's not just waiting around the corner," Rachel replied. "I know exactly what you're doing daddy and it won't work."
"You two are too much alike," Jake groans.
"Well she's gone just like you wanted, daddy," Rachel says. "So let's hear how you really feel."
"You are not dating that girl," Michael tells her. "She's not good enough for you."
"You don't even know her," Rachel protests.
"I don't have to know her," Michael replies. "I grew up with people like her."
"She's not racist."
"Why? Because she's Hispanic? Maybe. Maybe not, but she is homophobic."
"She only picked on me for being different, not because of my two gay dads," Rachel tells them. "Besides, isn't her dating a girl a sign she's not homophobic?"
"You really expect us to believe she only made fun of you because you're different?" Michael asks.
"Have you completely forgotten what high school is like?" Rachel questions. "All it takes is the most minute thing for people to make fun of you and blow it way out of proportion. Liking musicals too much is enough."
"We simply have some concerns," Jake interjects. "Because while yes, she's treating you with respect at the moment, what's to stop her from changing again?"
"And as I said previously, that will be dealt with if it happens," Rachel replies.
"You would really stay with her?" Jake asks.
"No, I would not," Rachel says. "I would try to get her to stop, but if she didn't, then I would end it."
"Even though you love her," Michael says.
"I love a lot of people that hurt me," Rachel tells him.
"What are you implying, young lady?" Michael growls, standing.
Rachel stands as well. "You're never around. You trust me to live my life properly. Why can't you trust me on this?"
"Trusting you to go to school is different."
"How?"
"Because you're immature, emotionally," Jake tells her.
"How am I supposed to grow without experiences?"
"So you're fine with the fact that she's going to break your heart?" Jake asks.
"Isn't that almost the definition of a high school relationship?" Rachel counters. "Besides, Finn already mightily wounded me. Where were you two then?"
"You never told us," Jake protests.
"I never liked that boy," Michael adds.
"But I survived, didn't I?"
"And ran right into the arms of another tormentor," Michael says.
"Not immediately," Rachel replies. "Besides, Santana treats me better than Finn ever did."
"You just think she's does," Michael tells her. "She's brain washed you. I saw where her hands were last night."
"Did you see where mine were?"
Michael growls. "I don't like her pressuring you."
Rachel laughs. "She's definitely not pressuring me. I initiated the sex. A long time ago."
"Oh hell," Jake mutters.
"What?" Michael is around the table and facing Rachel before she can even react. "Tell me you didn't give her your virginity."
"I didn't," Rachel replies. "Though I wish I had. At least then it would have been with someone I love and trust."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"We're getting off topic," Jake interrupts. "Michael come sit down."
Michael takes a deep breath and joins Jake on the other side of the table.
"You're right, of course, dad," Rachel says. "The bottom line is, I'm going to continue to date her."
"We still think she's going to hold you back," Jake says. "You were made for bigger and better things."
"So is she," Rachel replies. "You don't know her like I do."
"Aren't you a little biased, honey?" Jake asks.
"Of course I am," Rachel replies. "However, we'll all aware I'm still just as forthright with people I care about. My feelings rarely get in the way of that."
Remembering moments of her childhood, Jake nods. Michael just glares at her until Jake nudges him.
"Yeah. Yeah," he grumbles. "But how do we know you're not just seeing what you want to see?"
"I'll admit that's possible," Rachel allows. "However because I'm not the only one who believes this, I don't think it's so."
"Who? Her parents?"
"No."
"Who?"
"Whom," Rachel corrects. "Coach Sylvester for one."
"The insane cheerleading coach?" Michel asks. "How is she a good example?"
"Neither of you can deny she's a winner. And winners know other winners."
"Following the orders of an insane dictator doesn't make a person a winner," Michael says.
…
Santana is very tempted to simply wait around the corner. She still doesn't feel good about leaving Rachel alone. Despite all Rachel's reassurances, she's concerned. Rachel's daddy is a bit scary with all his intensity. Santana can definitely see where Rachel got hers from.
It's still pretty early for a Sunday, so Santana decides to head over to Brittany's instead of going home.
"San," Brittany greets when she answers the door. She then looks confused. "Why aren't you at Rachel's?"
"It's a long story," Santana replies.
"Oh." Brittany grabs her hand and drags her upstairs to her room.
…
They're still arguing and Rachel definitely has a headache.
"You're not going to date her anymore," Michael repeats.
"I am," Rachel replies calmly for the tenth time.
"We could ground you."
"You could," Rachel agrees. "Though how would you enforce it?"
"We can be around more," Jake says.
"I've heard that before, dad."
"You're treading into dangerous territory," Michael warns.
"You can't deem me responsible enough to look after myself and then not trust my judgment," Rachel tells them.
"Trusting you to go to school every day is completely different than your dating choices."
"Is it?"
"It is," Michael insists.
"Well I respectfully disagree."
"Almost every parent would have a problem with their daughter's girlfriend spending the night on a regular basis."
"Most parents wouldn't leave their teenage daughter home alone while they go on a two month cruise," Rachel counters.
"We did discuss it with you," Jake points out.
"Most parents wouldn't have even considered it," Rachel continues.
"We're far from traditional," Jake says.
"Why can't we just leave things as they were?" Rachel asks. "I've done nothing to lose the trust you've placed in me. I've never thrown a party. I do my homework and keep the house tidy."
"Having your girlfriend spend the night every week seems like a violation," Michael says.
"Santana and I love each other. It's only natural," Rachel replies. "And it's not even the sex."
Both Michael and Jake cringe.
"It's being able to spend time together," Rachel continues. "We hardly see each other during the week."
"You're in school together all day," Michael says. "And glee together."
"We're not in the same classes and glee isn't social time. She never really spends the night during the week. It's really only Saturday night. Why can't you just let me have this?"
Silence falls over the kitchen as the tension rising, but no one speaks.
Finally after a few moments, Jake says, "Honey, why don't you let your daddy and me talk about this alone?"
Rachel nods. "That sounds fine. I'm going to get dressed and then go out for a bit." She stands. "I won't be seeing Santana," Rachel adds, seeing the protest on her daddy's face.
"All right, honey," Jake says. "We'll call you a bit later?"
Rachel nods again and goes to her room to dress.
…
She ends up at Noah's. It's still kind of early, but she figures she can attempt one of his video games if he's still sleeping.
Mrs. Puckerman lets her in with a smile and they sit in the kitchen, chatting over tea for a bit before Rachel heads up to Noah's room. Rachel finds it fascinating that his mother would allow this, especially since her son has already gotten one girl pregnant. She supposes it speaks more to the trust Mrs. Puckerman has in her than in Noah. Though it probably helps that she doesn't know they dated for an entire week.
It's dark in Noah's room, but Rachel is able to find his TV and game system with little problem. She sorts through the games the best she can in the shadows. Knowing nothing about any of them, she picks one at random and puts it in. It asks her if she wants to start where she left off or start a whole new game. She choose a new game and saves it under Berry before hitting start.
And then she's struggling to figure out what the hell she's supposed to be doing, pressing buttons until she knows how to jump, move, fire and fight. She knows she won't make it very far, but her determination is enough to keep her going. Besides, she wanted to be distracted and she definitely is.
…
Brittany is silent once Santana finishes telling her about the last twelve hours. Santana doesn't find this reassuring.
"Well?" Santana asks after too much quiet.
"Wow," Brittany murmurs.
"That's it?"
"What else can I say?" Brittany asks. "That totally sucks."
"Yeah."
"And Rachel's still there now? Arguing?"
Santana nods.
"Wow."
"What the hell is I supposed to do?"
Brittany shrugs. "You can't do anything until Rachel and her dads are done arguing."
"I hate waiting," Santana sulks.
"I know," Brittany nods. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah, why not."
…
"God damnit. Fuck. Fucking hell. Come on, you fucking asshole. Fucking move already. Fucking unbelievable. Fuck. Fucking come on, already."
Puck wakes up to a sound he never thought he'd hear. Rachel Berry cursing profusely while playing an Xbox game.
"What the fuck, Berry?" he groans. "Can you let a bro sleep in just one day?"
She ignores him as an explosion occurs on screen. Puck groans again, rolling over and trying to block out the noise. Truthfully, the volume is extremely low and under other circumstances, he might not have woken up. But apparently the presence of an angry video game playing Rachel is enough to draw him out of his slumber.
He crawls out of bed and plops down on the floor to watch Rachel play. Finally he can't take it anymore and yanks the controller from her hand.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks. "Shouldn't you and Lopez be engaged in some morning muff diving?"
The fact that she ignores his crude remark, lets him know something big is wrong.
"My fathers came home last night."
"Oh."
"Yes and they walked in on Santana and I engaged in, uh, activities."
"Whoa, you mean the two of you were--"
"Thankfully, we were still mostly dressed," Rachel tells him. "However, as you can imagine, they weren't pleased."
"So what happened?"
"I convinced them to discuss it this morning. It didn't go well. They're at home right now discussing things," Rachel tells him. "I have a feeling I know what the answer is going to be."
"End it?"
"Exactly."
"Damn."
"Indeed."
…
Santana leaves Brittany's a few hours later. Her best friend can only distract her for so long and Santana starts to feel bad for making Brittany watch her pace.
Her papa yells a hello as she heads up to her room and she manages to yell back. Hopefully they'll leave her alone until she hears from Rachel. Driving back from Brittany's Santana had been very tempted to drive over to Rachel's, but she was afraid that would just make things worse.
So she's stuck waiting, which she hates.
…
Rachel receives a text from her fathers a couple hours later, demanding she return home. She's been watching Puck play Portal 2 for a long time now and is eager to hear their answer, even if she already knows what it is. The waiting has been driving her nuts.
"I'd wish you luck, bro," Puck says as she stands and stretches. "But I know that's useless."
Rachel nods.
"Just try to keep that temper of yours in check, Berry."
"I make no promises."
…
Her fathers are, of course, waiting for her in the kitchen. She wonders if they've even left the room since she took off hours ago. She goes to the fridge first and grabs a bottle of water before sitting at the table.
"You are going to stop dating her," Michael says.
"Excuse me?"
"Don’t act surprised, young lady," Michael continues. "You knew damn well that was what we were going to say."
"Perhaps I had hoped otherwise."
"We acknowledge that you'll still see her at school and in glee," Jake breaks in. "But outside of that, there will be no contact between you two."
"No offense, dad, but how are you going to stop me?" Rachel asks.
"We're going to be around a lot more," Jake tells her.
"Oh?"
"That's right," he answers. "I'm not going anywhere this week. I can work at home. And then starting next Monday your daddy will be home every night at six. He'll do that for two weeks and then I'll be around the next week."
Rachel just gapes at them. She can admit that she didn't expect that. Though she's a little hurt that they'd stick around to make sure she's staying away from Santana, but not when she's crying her eyes out. Her fathers' priorities seem to be a bit skewed.
"Fine," Rachel says. "If that's how you want it to be." She stands. "But I'm still going over to her house for dinner tonight."
"I'm not sure you understand how serious we are about this," Michael says.
"I do actually," Rachel replies. "But you must be insane if you think I'm not going to give her an explanation of why we can't see each other anymore."
"I don't care," Michael says. "You're not going over there."
"Or I could just leave," Rachel offers. "I could find somewhere else to stay."
"You wouldn't," Michael replies, standing.
"Wouldn't I?"
Jake stands and places a hand on Michael's shoulder. "It's a reasonable request."
"I'll be home by curfew," Rachel tells them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room because I no longer wish to be in your presence."
…
Several hours later Rachel comes down the stairs. She finds her dad in the kitchen making dinner. She has a feeling her daddy went to the office.
"I'm going now."
"Curfew is nine-thirty," Jake reminds her.
Her answer is the slamming of the front door.
…
Santana is a little miffed that she hasn't heard from Rachel yet. It's been hours and the suspense is killing her. She's been back from Brit's a couple hours now and she's running out of things to distract herself with.
The knock on her bedroom door will probably help.
"Yeah?"
The door swings open to reveal her girlfriend. She's got a dark look in her eyes, that Santana's seen only a few times. The door clicks shut behind her and she locks it.
Before Santana even knows what's going on, they're both naked and Rachel is teasingly running in hands up and down her thighs. She's not sure what's got into her girlfriend, but Santana's not complaining at the moment.
…
The afterglow doesn't feel as blissful as it normally does. Santana has a feeling that the discussion with Rachel's fathers didn't go so well.
"It went worse than I thought it would," Rachel says breaking the silence.
"Oh?"
"Yes," Rachel continues. "I'm not allowed to see you anymore."
"So? What are they going to do? Put a tracking device on you?"
"They claim they're actually going to be around," Rachel replies. "Dad's going to work from home this next week and then daddy will come home early next week."
"Seriously?"
"Apparently."
They lay in silence for a moment before Santana asks, "Why don't you seem more upset?"
"Because I have a plan, of course," Rachel replies.
"Thank god," Santana says. "I was afraid this was like good-bye sex."
"Certainly not," Rachel replies. "Though it's probably going to be a while before we have sex on a bed."
"That could be hot."
"Yes, I too am thankful we're already well versed with the quickies. Though I have the feeling I'm going to miss the marathon sessions very soon."
Santana groans. "You're such a fucking tease."
"What?" Rachel asks. "It's true. I thoroughly enjoy the slow, languid love making every Saturday night. It's a lovely contrast to the fast and furious orgasms we sneak in at school."
Santana kisses Rachel, in hopes of shutting her up. Looking over at the clock, she knows they better get dressed before her mother comes knocking at her door.
"I'm surprised she let you up here," Santana says pulling on her underwear.
"I find the pleading, doe eyes work very well," Rachel explains. "Plus, when I explain the situation later at dinner, it will further justify letting me up here to reconnect before our enforced hiatus from each other."
"You're so weird."
…
Despite the effort they put forth into covering it up, it's extremely obvious what they'd been doing when they come down the stairs. Santana fights a blush because the knowing grin on her father's face is downright embarrassing. She wonders what alternative universe she's fallen into that her father finds it endearing that his daughter just had sex in her room while her parents made dinner.
Rachel's helping put food on the table and chatting away with Clara, so Santana just sits at her place and sips her water until everyone's seated.
"So," Tomás says, eyes twinkling. "Is there any particular reason you came over early this evening Rachel? After all, you two were together a mere six hours ago."
"I'm glad you brought that up, Tomás," Rachel replies. "There's something I feel you should know."
"You better not have gotten her pregnant."
"Papa."
"Honey, let Rachel speak," Clara tells Tomás.
"Thank you. As you may remember, my fathers were previously unaware of my relationship with Santana. That changed last night. They returned early from a trip and found us in a bit of a compromising situation. Needless to say, they weren't pleased."
"Oh my," Clara murmurs.
"Just as I predicted, they did not react well to learning about our relationship. They are now demanding I end it."
A stunned silence falls over the table.
"Would you like us to speak to them, dear?" Clara asks.
"I'm not sure that would help," Rachel replies. "But thank you."
Santana watches both her parents wait for Rachel to continue. Hell, Santana is waiting for Rachel to continue. She knows her girl has a plan, though maybe she's not willing to share it with parental units.
"So that's it then?" Tomás asks finally. "You two are no longer dating?"
"Hardly," Rachel replies. "I have some ideas on how to reverse their opinion of the relationship. Unfortunately it will take some time, so most likely I won't be over for dinner for a while."
All three Lopezs are thrown off by how calm and casual Rachel is. Santana knows she should be used to it by now, having seen it before, but it's never been in relation to something as serious as their relationship.
"I can be very persuasive when I want to be," Rachel continues. "If Santana and I end our relationship it will be on our terms and no one else's. Not even my fathers will affect it."
Santana smiles and can't help but grab Rachel's hand. She doesn't let go until dinner is over.
…
After Rachel leaves, both Tomás and Clara sit Santana at the kitchen table for a talk.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Um, well like Rach said, her dads came home a day early and stumbled onto us, uh, you know and they were beyond pissed off. Rach got them to agree to sleep on it before we hashed it all out. But it didn't go so well. Finally Rachel had me leave so they could argue some more. I don't know what exactly happened except what she told you guys."
"You don't seem worried," Clara observes.
Santana shrugs. "If Rachel says she has a plan, then I just have to trust her. She won't let me down."
"Why are her dads so against the two of you seeing each other?" Tomás asks.
"Uh, well, cause of our history, mostly I guess. And they're worried about such a serious relationship in high school."
"I'm not sure they have the right to be so controlling when they're barely around," Clara says.
"Yeah, I think it's weird too," Santana agrees.
…
Rachel walks in the door of her house at exactly 9:29. She calls out good night and goes directly to her room. She has some planning to do.
Part Two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Puck, Brittany, Rachel's dads, Mike, Quinn, Tomás Lopez, Clara Lopez, Felix Lopez, Marisa Lawson, slight Brittany/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel's dads finally meet the girl dating their daughter.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~17,100
Spoilers: Not really.
A/N: Follows A Slippery Slope.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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It's late on a Friday night and Puck is stretched out on the Berry couch, drunk and flipping channels. There's nothing really on this late, but he's not ready to go to bed yet.
Rachel, who is lying on top of him, shifts and yawns, waking up a bit. Glancing around, she notices the time.
"Noah, it's really rather late," she says. "You don't want to go to bed yet?"
"Don't feel like it."
"Are you still drunk?"
"Maybe," Puck replies.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Course."
"What's going on with Finn? Why won't you tell me what he did?"
"I think it's better if you don't know," he tells her.
"Well, will you at least put a stop to it?" she asks him.
"What? No way, he deserves it."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you."
"Then you have to put a stop to it," Rachel tells him. "I'm assuming he did something horrible related to me. And while I really appreciate your trying to protect me, I think it's time to move on."
"C'mon, Rach," Puck whines. "You never let me have any fun."
"Noah Puckerman, that is a lie and you know it."
"Well, yeah. But still, just a little longer?"
"Noah," Rachel says. "If this is just your way of once again trying to make up for the previous years of abuse and mockery, it isn't necessary."
"I know."
"And while Finn proved far less stalwart and true than I first thought," Rachel continues. "He doesn't deserve this."
"Rachel, I love you like a sister I made out with a couple times--"
"Noah that's disgusting."
"But you're wrong."
"I'm Rachel Berry. I'm never wrong."
"Another week?" Puck pleads.
"Fine. But next Monday, you have to end it."
"Agreed."
…
Somehow Rachel manages to coax Puck out of bed early enough to eat something in the morning.
"Couldn't you just wait for your girlfriend?" he grouses.
"I'm sure she'll be here all too soon," Rachel replies. "I felt like making something and it's less enticing to do so for just myself."
"What are you making?"
"What do you feel like?"
"Waffles?" Puck asks a little too hopefully. Rachel is one of the few people he knows who actually owns and uses a waffle iron. "As long as there's no vegan shit in 'em."
"Coming up."
He sips coffee and occasionally looks up to see her flittering around the kitchen. Mostly he keeps his head down on the table.
A bit later, a plate is forcibly set in front of him. The clatter makes him sit up. Once he's up, another empty plate is set down as well as silverware. He grabs two waffles, ignoring Rachel's reprimand about utensils and pours syrup over them.
"Awesome," he mumbles after taking a large bite.
A moment later Rachel sits down across from him with a coffee cup and a banana. As he continues to stuff his face, he watches Rachel select a waffle and carefully lay it on her plate. The banana is peeled and delicately sliced. The slices are then placed on the waffle. Meticulously she begins to cut and eat the waffle.
Puck just shakes his head at her.
…
"You made waffles?"
Both Puck and Rachel look up to find Santana standing in the kitchen doorway, practically drooling at the plate of waffles.
"Hell yeah she did," Puck says. "Better hurry before I decide I need a few more."
"Noah, you've already had four."
"Yeah. So?"
Santana sits and pulls the plate the last two waffles are sitting on to her. She pours syrup on them and begins eating.
"God, I really love you," Santana groans. "Thank god we have so much sex, otherwise I'd be two hundred pounds."
…
After Puck leaves, the day passes quickly but quietly. Both feel like they haven't seen each other enough over the last week.
For some reason Rachel's feeling rather domestic and so Santana keeps her company while she cleans. Santana offers to help, but is literally pushed into a chair and told to serenade Rachel. Santana balks, but eventually gives in when Rachel agrees to clean in just her underwear.
…
"So now what should we do?" Rachel asks Santana coyly.
"I don't know." Santana looks at the clock. "It's late. Maybe we should go to bed."
"Oh really?" Rachel looks around. "Well, we're already in bed."
"Hmmm," Santana replies. "I guess we'll have to find something else to do."
Rachel just grins and pulls Santana closer. They kiss leisurely knowing they have all night if they really want.
Letting her hands slip under the elastic of Rachel's shorts, Santana pulls her down onto her, groaning as Rachel's hands start to slide up her stomach. Slightly distracted as Rachel's hands teasingly glide under her breasts, she tries not to get sidetracked of her goal of removing Rachel's underwear.
Suddenly there's a knock and before it can register with either of them, Rachel's bedroom door swings open.
"Hey honey, we--"
"What the hell is going on?!"
Rachel squeaks and yanks her hands out from under Santana's shirt. "Dad! Daddy! You're home. A day early." Still lying atop Santana, her head is turned slightly to face the intruders.
Santana tries to casually remove her hands from Rachel's ass. She doesn't think she's too successful as the two men's faces seem to become angrier.
Without Santana's arms holding her, Rachel sits up and turns to face her fathers. She sits between Santana's legs and pulls Santana's arms around her.
"You're not supposed to be home until tomorrow night."
"Yes, well we thought we'd cut our trip short," Rachel's daddy, Michael answers. "We thought we could spend the day together tomorrow before we go back to our long work days on Monday."
"Oh," Rachel replies meekly. "That sounds lovely."
"Yes, well we wanted to surprise you," Rachel's dad, Jake tells her.
"Goal achieved," Santana mutters.
"Not helping," Rachel whispers.
"I see we were quite successful," Michael comments dryly.
"Um, Santana these are my dads, Michael and Jake," Rachel says. "Daddy, dad, this is Santana. My girlfriend."
"I think they might have figured that part out, babe," Santana says. "Nice to meet you sirs."
"Nice to meet you, Santana, is it?" Joe asks.
"Yes sir," Santana nods.
"We're going to put our things away and take a minute," Jake says. "And then the four of us are going to talk in the kitchen."
"Of course, dad."
The two men, still frowning slowly back out of the room.
Once they're gone, Santana lets her head fall onto Rachel's shoulder. "This isn't good, is it?"
"Definitely not," Rachel agrees. "Just let me do all the talking."
"It is your forte."
…
When Rachel and Santana walk into the kitchen five minutes later, they're wearing slightly more clothing. They both agreed that it couldn't hurt. Rachel dug up the sweatpants that Puck usually wears when he sleep over while pulling on the hoodie Santana keeps around, just in case.
Rachel's dads are already seated at the table. Jake has a glass of Scotch in front of him while Michael has a beer. Sitting on the table in front of the two other seats are another beer, opened, but not touched and a large glass of water.
Santana looks questionably at Rachel, who pushes her to sit in the chair with beer while she takes the one with the glass of water.
"I thought it only fair," Jake says as Santana stares at the beer in front of her.
"It's okay, San," Rachel tells her.
"Why do you only get water?"
"Water makes me feel better," Rachel replies. "More so than alcohol ever could."
"All right."
“So,” Michael starts. “How long has this been going on?”
“Months,” Rachel answers succinctly, reaching out slightly and wrapping her fingers around Santana's.
“Months?” Jake asks. “How many?”
“Quite a few,” Rachel tells him.
“Don’t be glib,” Jake replies. “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Long enough,” Rachel says.
“And I suppose you’ve been carrying on like this for the entire time?” Michael asks.
Rachel nods.
“And you,” Michael turns to Santana. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Um…”
“Daddy, please be nice,” Rachel says.
“Nice? Nice?!” Michael’s voice begins to rise. “I come home early to spend time with my daughter only to find her being violated by some girl I’ve never met, but have heard plenty of negative things about and you want me to be nice?!”
“I did tell you I was seeing someone,” Rachel points out.
“And you also implied it was casual,” Jake replies. “And that’s why we didn’t need to meet this person.”
Rachel shrugs. “It was at the time.”
"A relationship update would have been nice," Jake continues.
"Because you're around so much to have that sort of discussion with," Rachel counters.
"Shit," Santana mutters under her breath.
"Don't act like you don't enjoy the liberties afforded to you because we work a lot," Michael says.
"Please tell me you're not trying to spin it that way father dearest," Rachel snaps.
"I don't need your attitude right now, young lady," Michael replies.
"Too bad," Rachel tells him. "You're going to experience it."
Michael stands, expression dark. "You're lucky your dad is here right now…"
Rachel stands as well. "You wouldn't dare…
"Maybe we should just revisit this discussion in the morning," Jake interjects, jumping up.
"Perhaps that would be a good idea," Rachel agrees.
"Fine," Michael huffs. "I could use a shower, anyway. It'll help clear my head. Santana, maybe it'd be better if you went home."
"I think not," Rachel says. "Look at the time. It's far too late."
Jake sighs. "Fine. She can stay, but she sleeps in the guest room."
"The guest room that's still filled with boxes and that no one can actually get into?" Rachel asks.
"The couch then."
"That couch doesn't allow one a proper night's rest," Rachel argues.
"Then what do you suggest?" Jake asks.
"My bed of course."
"And where will you be, young lady?" Michael asks.
"In my bed," Rachel answers.
Santana gulps at the expression on Michael's face.
"Absolutely not."
"She's not sleeping on the floor," Rachel counters.
"Fine," Jake huffs. "She can sleep in your bed. With you. But your door stays open all night, young lady."
"Of course."
Rachel grabs Santana's hand and practically drags her out of the room and up the stairs leaving her fathers to stare after them.
…
"Oh my god, ohmygod!" Santana exclaims as they enter Rachel's room.
"It's fine," Rachel assures her.
She unzips the hoodie and hangs it on her chair. She then pulls the sweatpants down Santana's legs, who steps out of them without really paying attention.
"How can you be so calm so quickly after you were so--"
"San," Rachel interrupts. "Get into bed and we'll talk about it, okay?"
Santana nods and crawls into bed as Rachel makes sure her door is wide open. She turns off the lights and slides into bed. Spooning, Rachel pulls Santana's arm around her.
"This is bad, isn't it?" Santana asks.
Rachel nods and then realizes her girlfriend can't see her. "It's definitely not good."
"How long were they on vacation?"
"It was a two month cruise," Rachel informs her.
"Jesus, they left you alone for two months?"
"San, how long have we been dating? When have you ever seen them?"
"I've heard them come home really late some nights," Santana answers.
"Daddy's law firm is far enough away that he spends some nights there," Rachel explains. "The back of his SUV is more like a small closet. Dad spends a lot of time on the road or on a plane. Once I was deemed old enough to take care of myself, they returned their focus to their careers. Because they've raised me with a similar sort of focus, they knew I would understand once I was old enough."
"And do you?"
"I don't think I'm old enough yet," Rachel replies, sniffling.
"Aw, babe," Santana says, tightening her grip and tangling their legs further.
"It's fine," Rachel tells her, trying to stop her tears. "I've mostly come to terms with it."
They lay in silence for a bit, listening to the muffled sounds of Rachel's father arguing and unpacking.
"They hate me," Santana mumbles.
Rachel doesn't answer.
"Oh my god, they really do, don't they?"
"Tomorrow morning is going to be very difficult," Rachel says.
"They know how I've treated you."
"Freshman year was particularly difficult for me," Rachel tells her. "As you might remember. There were several times I called them in tears."
"Rach, I really am sorry."
"I've already forgiven you."
"So they know how tough it was for you?"
"They do."
"Did they spend more time around the house then?"
"Daddy did for a while," Rachel replies. "But he was still working, so it's not as if I could talk to him. I even suggested once we watch TV together, thinking he could still work with it on in the background. And he did try. It only lasted five minutes though before he gave up and went back into the kitchen. After that, I told them I was fine. Daddy stopped coming home early from then on."
"Oh."
"I know you've been hurt that I haven't wanted you to meet them," Rachel says. "Especially after I pushed to meet yours. But there are good reasons. Which you're going to find out tomorrow."
"You're scaring me babe," Santana replies.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to. But it's the truth."
"Maybe I should go then," Santana says. "As soon as it's light out. I don't want to make things worse."
"No, absolutely not," Rachel replies. "That's what they want. And if it seems like they've managed to scare you off, I'll have a more difficult time convincing them we're in love."
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"We'll sit down with them tomorrow and talk. The three of us will mostly do the talking I'm sure, but it's safer that way. Keep addressing them as sir that will definitely help."
"What about Mr. Berry?"
Rachel shakes her head, which Santana feels. "Actually since neither of their last names are Berry, that's probably not a good idea."
Santana actually sits up, half pulling Rachel with her. "What?!"
Rachel pushes Santana back down and recurls into her. "They thought Rachel Berry sounded like a good stage name. Especially since their last names definitely aren't."
"What are they?"
"Michael Yellowhammer and Jake Racham."
"I guess those don't roll off the tongue too easily," Santana says. "So wait? They planned this from your birth?"
"No," Rachel replies. "When I started singing songs in full sentences at the age of two, they suddenly got stars in their eyes. My birth name is Rachel Barbra Yellowhammer-Rachman. But by the time I was three, they legally changed it."
"Holy shit."
"No one really remembers because it was so long ago," Rachel continues. "Also, people were a lot more concerned about two gay men raising a little girl. They put up with a lot of accusations until they hired a nanny. Then all of a sudden people thought I was safe because there was a woman around. People in this town are quite strange."
"I'm starting to feel like I don't know you at all," Santana comments.
"Please don’t say that." Rachel sits up, pulling Santana with her. "You know plenty. I just never talked about this, with anyone, ever. I mean, how does a person even bring it up?"
"Yeah. I guess."
"I realize how insane this is," Rachel says. "It's very Lifetime movie like. If we can just get through tomorrow, I will answer any and all questions you have."
"You'd better," Santana grumbles. "Just thinking about facing your dads is giving me an ulcer.
"Don't worry. I'll definitely make it up to you."
…
When Santana wakes up the next morning, she can't believe she actually managed to fall asleep. The churning in her stomach is still there. Glancing over at the clock, tells her it's still early. She could sneak out if she really wanted. God, she really wants to. Rachel's daddy had been plenty angry last night, but Santana could tell that was just the tip of the iceberg. She really doesn't want to face him in the light of day; though at least she'll be wearing more clothing.
Still Rachel's probably right. If it looks like she's been scared off, how could they possibly believe she loves Rachel? Though two angry dads is a lot to face. She hates it when Brittany's right.
What she really wants is her papa, which she kind of hates, but she could really use some reassurance, maybe even a hug. Not that she'd ever admit that out loud, to anyone, ever.
"What are you thinking about?"
Rachel, who in the middle of the night apparently rolled onto Santana, is now looking up at her.
"Take a wild guess," Santana tells her.
"Yes, silly question, I suppose." Rachel sits up. "I'm going to make breakfast. Would you like to join me in the kitchen?"
"I suppose I better," Santana replies. "Though I'd much rather participate in another morning ritual we have."
"Tell me about it,' Rachel says. "If they weren't such early risers…" She shakes her head and crawls off Santana. "We'll figure something out."
Santana just nods, the apprehension growing.
…
Santana is sitting at the table, sipping coffee almost continuously because it's something for her hands to do, when Rachel's fathers come down the stairs thirty minutes later.
Rachel is flipping pancakes onto a plate and twirling around the kitchen like nothing's wrong.
"Morning dad. Daddy," she says when she turns to find them staring at her.
She knows they're surprised by her behavior. She's surprised too, but knowing it's going to end badly, she'd decided to try and enjoy the early morning quiet with her girlfriend.
"Morning sweetie," Jake says.
"You made pancakes," Michael observes.
"Yes, I thought a hardy breakfast would help this morning's discussion."
Rachel's dads pour themselves coffee while Rachel puts the pancakes and fruit on the table. They all sit down and dig into the food.
It's quiet for a while; just the sounds of utensils and food being eaten, but the tension that started the night before is still there. Still, there seems to be an unspoken rule that nothing be discussed until they're done eating.
Once they've all had their fill and it can't be avoid any longer, Rachel speaks up.
"I believe you had some concerns you wished to address with us."
Santana raises an eyebrow, but keeps silent.
"So you two are dating?" Jake asks.
"We're in love," Rachel tells him.
"And you've been seeing each other for months," Jake continues.
"We have."
"And this is who you were talking about when you mentioned you were seeing someone a while back?"
"It is."
"We have some serious and legitimate concerns, Rachel," Michael says.
"I realize that daddy," Rachel replies. "However, they're unfounded."
"You don't know what our concerns are yet," Jake comments.
"That does not matter," Rachel tells them. "I know they're unfounded."
"We'll ignore your smart mouth for a moment, young lady," Michael says. "First question, is how? How could you go out with someone who's treated you so badly?"
"I believe in forgiving people," Rachel replies. "Everyone deserves a second chance. Santana and I have had numerous discussions about our past interactions and I feel like the topic has been more than adequately dissected."
"How can you trust her?" Michael pushes. "I was here, baby, I saw how upset you were. What if she changes back?"
Santana bites her tongue because she knows her sarcasm won't be appreciated. But she finds it ironic that he's getting down on her for hurting Rachel when he's done plenty of hurting as well.
"If that happens, and I emphasis the word if, then she and I will deal with it."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Michael asks. "Are you saying you'd stay with her if she did?"
"I'm not saying anything except that if it happens, she and I will deal with it when it comes up."
"Are you really so desperate that you would stay with someone who--"
"Do not finish that sentence," Rachel warns, her expression suddenly darker than Santana has ever seen.
"Michael," Jake says. "Why don't we move on?"
"Fine."
Rachel knowing what's coming, groans.
"So you're gay now?" Michael asks.
"Perhaps," Rachel shrugs. "All I know is I love Santana. What else matters?"
"What about your fascination with the giant?" Michael asks. "That's suddenly just gone?"
"He lied to me for months," Rachel says. "Completely unacceptable."
"You can't be gay," Michael says.
Santana stares at him, her eyes wide.
Unperturbed, Rachel replies, "I didn't say I was."
"You cannot be gay," Michael repeats.
"Daddy, you don't really think that's still an issue," Rachel says.
"Until gays can marry and adopt freely, I do."
"Statically, I'm probably bisexual," Rachel tells them. "If that helps."
"It doesn't," Jake tells her.
"What is going on?" Santana whispers.
Knowing her fathers are staring and listening, Rachel leans over and whispers, "My dads are concerned about the whole gay parents producing gay kids angle. Which I suppose could be valid. I at least understand where their concerns stem from. However, just as they can't help being gay, I can't help how I feel about you. Unfortunately, you happen to be of the same sex. Sadly, they'd feel more at ease if they'd come back to find Noah pawing me."
"We definitely wouldn't," Jake protests. "That Puckerman boy is a menace. Remember how much trouble he caused at temple when he was younger?"
Rachel nods, an affectionate smile on her face. "It's been years. Besides, we were seven."
"You're not gay," Michael says.
"I believe I said I was bisexual," Rachel points out. "Besides, what I really am is in a committed relationship."
"I suppose you're out as well," Jake says.
"You've taught me to be proud of who I am," Rachel retorts.
"What the hell were we thinking?" Michael mumbles to himself.
"Just at school," Rachel continues. "We haven't had too many issues."
"Because you're dating the biggest bitch at McKinley," Michael says.
"Daddy, that was completely unnecessary. And uncalled for."
Michael crosses his arms. "Am I wrong?"
"That doesn't mean it has to be said," Rachel tells him.
"Sometimes, things need to be said."
"How serious of a relationship is this?" Jake asks.
"Serious enough," Rachel replies.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael asks.
"Would you prefer I score on a scale of one to ten?" Rachel questions.
Curious Jake asks, "What number would you give it?"
"A seven."
"That's far too serious for a high school relationship," Michael tells her.
"You'd prefer me to be more of a casual fling sort of gal?" Rachel asks. "Not be in a serious, committed relationship?"
"High school is for figuring things out, trying new things. Tying yourself down in a relationship for too long hinders that," Jake says.
"I've found someone I want to be with, why would I change that if I'm not ready to?" Rachel asks.
"I just don't understand why you want to tie yourself to someone like her," Michael says.
"Daddy, you're venturing into some very dangerous territory."
"She's a slut," Michael spits out.
"Just because she has a larger sexual history than I do, doesn't means she's a slut," Rachel tells him. "From the stories you've told me, you bedded plenty of people before you settled down. Why is there such a double standard about these things?"
"I don't want you two together," Michael says.
"Well, that's unfortunate," Rachel tells him. "Because we are. And we plan to stay together for a long time."
"What? Past high school?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
"You can't," Jake says.
"Why not?"
"You know why not."
"That is not a legitimate reason," Rachel says.
"It's a real concern," Michael replies.
"To you," Rachel snorts.
"What? You're okay staying here? Forever?" Michael asks.
"You live here," Rachel points out.
"You want to be like us?"
"Isn't a child supposed to want to emulate her parents?"
"Is that what this is about?" Jake questions.
"Of course not," Rachel replies.
"She's going to ruin you," Michael says.
Santana tries not to feel too insulted.
"She's not."
"She is," Michael insists. "She's going to convince you to stick around, go to some college local so the two of you can be together. And then suddenly you'll be thirty and still living in Ohio."
"Or Santana has ambitions as well that she hopes to pursue," Rachel counters. "Just because she doesn't monologue about what she wants to do like I do, doesn't mean she doesn't have goals."
"I'm sure she does honey," Jake says.
"Like sleeping with the whole hockey team," Michael comments.
"Daddy, stop being hurtful," Rachel chastises.
"Honest."
"Spiteful." Rachel stands up.
Candid." Michael stands up as well.
"Cruel."
"Why don't we take a breather?" Jake suggests. "Before we say something we don't mean."
"I don't believe we're at that point, yet, dad," Rachel says. "But we can if you like."
Jake turns to Santana. "You've been awfully quiet young lady. You have nothing to say?"
"I'm here for moral support," Santana replies. "I love Rachel. And I'm trying to make it up to her for all the horrible stuff I did in the past--"
"That's not necessary," Rachel interrupts.
"It is," Santana insists. "Because you deserve to be showered with love and affection."
"Well you certainly talk a good game," Michael says.
"Michael…"
"Daddy!"
"But I've heard that spiel before."
"I mean every word of it, sir," Santana tells him.
"I'm sure you do," Michael replies. "Until something comes along and changes."
"I know you think because we're only seventeen we can't be serious," Santana says. "But we are. We really are."
"Excuse me if I'm not reassured by your paltry teenage words," Michael replies. "All you're doing is drawing her eye, fooling her into believing you care and dragging her down, make her stay here when she should be out there, shinning."
"If you're so concerned, why do you keep her in this horrible place?" Santana asks. "Maybe she should have grown up in New York or at the very least Chicago. But Lima freaking Ohio?"
"Our reasons are none of your concern."
"Because if you'd really care you wouldn't have stayed here," Santana continues. "And let Rachel deal with the ramifications of being the daughter of two gay men. Do you know how much shit she's had to deal with? And where have you been during it all?"
"And of course you didn't contribute to that harassment," Michael retorts. "Besides, I'm not taking parenting advice from a teenager."
"Considering what I've seen, maybe you should," Santana replies.
"How dare you?" Michael stands. "You do not get to come into my home, take advantage of my daughter and then criticize me as a parent."
Santana stands as well. "At least Rachel knows I love her. How's she supposed to know you do?"
Michael's hands curl into fists and Rachel stands.
"Stop," she says. "Both of you take a deep breath."
They do so, grudgingly.
"Good. Now sit."
Santana does. Looking defiant, she pulls Rachel down to sit on her lap. Seeing this, Michael nearly lunges at Santana, but is held back by Jake.
Rachel sighs. She's thoroughly charmed by how protective Santana is being. However, she knows the chance of her fathers accepting this relationship is diminishing quickly.
"Now perhaps we could attempt this again," Rachel says. "Calmly."
"There's nothing else to discuss," Santana says. "I love you. You love me. And I'm not going anywhere."
"However admirable that sounds," Michael replies. "Forgive me for not caring. I don't want my daughter dating you."
"I think that's been abundantly clear," Santana tells him. "Too bad I don't care what you want."
Michael stands again, this time knocking his chair over. It hits the floor with a loud clamor.
Santana just tightens her grip around Rachel.
Jake stands. He picks up the knocked over chair and makes Michael sit in it.
"I think we need to take a little break," Rachel says hopping off Santana's lap. "San and I are going up to my room. We'll reconvene in ten minutes, okay?"
Not waiting for an answer, Rachel pulls Santana up and drags her up to the bedroom.
…
This time the door to Rachel's bedroom is closed once they're inside. Santana then finds herself being pushed onto the bed and straddled. Her girlfriend crushes their lips together and Santana can feel the possessiveness Rachel is apparently feeling.
When they finally break apart to breath, Rachel sits up, pulling Santana with her. Still sitting on Santana's lap, Rachel wraps her legs around her waist.
"Uh, babe, not that I don't appreciate all this, but do you really think now is the time?"
"Things aren't going as well as I'd hoped," Rachel tells her. "I fear I may have to take another approach."
"Okay."
"I realize what I said last night, but I'm starting to think it'd be better if you did take off," Rachel continues.
"What? No way. I'm not leaving you alone to deal with all that anger," Santana protests.
"I appreciate that, San," Rachel replies. "But it might be better. With the direction this argument is going, I just think it'd be better if you weren't here."
"What does that mean? The direction the argument is going?"
Rachel sighs. "I'm fairly certain some rather hurtful words are going to be exchanged and I think it'd be better if you didn't hear them."
"You're worrying me, Rach."
"I apologize." Rachel leans in for a quick, but passionate kiss. "I don't mean to. But you know how families are. Things need to be said."
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't support you."
"I just worry that your presence is raising daddy's anger level more than it would if you weren't."
"Well, yeah," Santana replies. "Because I’m not going to just sit there and let it degrade what we have."
"He means well," Rachel says. "I know it seems otherwise."
"He loses his temper kinda quick, don't you think?"
Rachel nods. "It's one of the reasons I try not to let my temper control me. Daddy is a good example of what happens."
"He's never hit you has he?"
"What? No. Of course not."
"Then what was that last night?" Santana asks. "The two of you standing, glaring, I was worried he was going to hit you. It certainly sounded like it."
"I'm sure it did," Rachel agrees. "Daddy is big on intimidation."
"I just don’t feel right leaving you here with them."
"Santana, they're my fathers."
"You better come to dinner tonight, then," Santana says, sullenly.
"I'll do my best," Rachel tells her.
Santana's eyes narrow.
"It's fine, really," Rachel says. "Let's go downstairs and tell them you're leaving. And then I can walk you out."
"As long as you're sure."
Rachel nods. "I am."
…
They enter the kitchen, hand in hand. It's silent because Rachel was careful to stomp down the stairs and announce their entrance. Santana finds that odd.
"Dad. Daddy. Santana's going to go home now. I think it's better for your tempers and hers if she does so."
"Running away, are we?" Michael asks.
"Daddy."
"Hardly," Santana scoffs. "Rachel asked me to, so I am."
"I'm going to walk her to her car and then we'll finish our discussion," Rachel says.
Without waiting for a response, Rachel pushes Santana out of the kitchen and then out the front door.
…
It takes quite a bit of talking to convince Santana she'll be fine. Rachel promises to come over for dinner later and then watches Santana slowly drive away.
Back in the kitchen, she finds her fathers sitting at the table waiting for her. She sits down across from them.
"Managed to chase her off did we?" Michael taunted.
"Actually I'm not a hundred percent sure she's not just waiting around the corner," Rachel replied. "I know exactly what you're doing daddy and it won't work."
"You two are too much alike," Jake groans.
"Well she's gone just like you wanted, daddy," Rachel says. "So let's hear how you really feel."
"You are not dating that girl," Michael tells her. "She's not good enough for you."
"You don't even know her," Rachel protests.
"I don't have to know her," Michael replies. "I grew up with people like her."
"She's not racist."
"Why? Because she's Hispanic? Maybe. Maybe not, but she is homophobic."
"She only picked on me for being different, not because of my two gay dads," Rachel tells them. "Besides, isn't her dating a girl a sign she's not homophobic?"
"You really expect us to believe she only made fun of you because you're different?" Michael asks.
"Have you completely forgotten what high school is like?" Rachel questions. "All it takes is the most minute thing for people to make fun of you and blow it way out of proportion. Liking musicals too much is enough."
"We simply have some concerns," Jake interjects. "Because while yes, she's treating you with respect at the moment, what's to stop her from changing again?"
"And as I said previously, that will be dealt with if it happens," Rachel replies.
"You would really stay with her?" Jake asks.
"No, I would not," Rachel says. "I would try to get her to stop, but if she didn't, then I would end it."
"Even though you love her," Michael says.
"I love a lot of people that hurt me," Rachel tells him.
"What are you implying, young lady?" Michael growls, standing.
Rachel stands as well. "You're never around. You trust me to live my life properly. Why can't you trust me on this?"
"Trusting you to go to school is different."
"How?"
"Because you're immature, emotionally," Jake tells her.
"How am I supposed to grow without experiences?"
"So you're fine with the fact that she's going to break your heart?" Jake asks.
"Isn't that almost the definition of a high school relationship?" Rachel counters. "Besides, Finn already mightily wounded me. Where were you two then?"
"You never told us," Jake protests.
"I never liked that boy," Michael adds.
"But I survived, didn't I?"
"And ran right into the arms of another tormentor," Michael says.
"Not immediately," Rachel replies. "Besides, Santana treats me better than Finn ever did."
"You just think she's does," Michael tells her. "She's brain washed you. I saw where her hands were last night."
"Did you see where mine were?"
Michael growls. "I don't like her pressuring you."
Rachel laughs. "She's definitely not pressuring me. I initiated the sex. A long time ago."
"Oh hell," Jake mutters.
"What?" Michael is around the table and facing Rachel before she can even react. "Tell me you didn't give her your virginity."
"I didn't," Rachel replies. "Though I wish I had. At least then it would have been with someone I love and trust."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"We're getting off topic," Jake interrupts. "Michael come sit down."
Michael takes a deep breath and joins Jake on the other side of the table.
"You're right, of course, dad," Rachel says. "The bottom line is, I'm going to continue to date her."
"We still think she's going to hold you back," Jake says. "You were made for bigger and better things."
"So is she," Rachel replies. "You don't know her like I do."
"Aren't you a little biased, honey?" Jake asks.
"Of course I am," Rachel replies. "However, we'll all aware I'm still just as forthright with people I care about. My feelings rarely get in the way of that."
Remembering moments of her childhood, Jake nods. Michael just glares at her until Jake nudges him.
"Yeah. Yeah," he grumbles. "But how do we know you're not just seeing what you want to see?"
"I'll admit that's possible," Rachel allows. "However because I'm not the only one who believes this, I don't think it's so."
"Who? Her parents?"
"No."
"Who?"
"Whom," Rachel corrects. "Coach Sylvester for one."
"The insane cheerleading coach?" Michel asks. "How is she a good example?"
"Neither of you can deny she's a winner. And winners know other winners."
"Following the orders of an insane dictator doesn't make a person a winner," Michael says.
…
Santana is very tempted to simply wait around the corner. She still doesn't feel good about leaving Rachel alone. Despite all Rachel's reassurances, she's concerned. Rachel's daddy is a bit scary with all his intensity. Santana can definitely see where Rachel got hers from.
It's still pretty early for a Sunday, so Santana decides to head over to Brittany's instead of going home.
"San," Brittany greets when she answers the door. She then looks confused. "Why aren't you at Rachel's?"
"It's a long story," Santana replies.
"Oh." Brittany grabs her hand and drags her upstairs to her room.
…
They're still arguing and Rachel definitely has a headache.
"You're not going to date her anymore," Michael repeats.
"I am," Rachel replies calmly for the tenth time.
"We could ground you."
"You could," Rachel agrees. "Though how would you enforce it?"
"We can be around more," Jake says.
"I've heard that before, dad."
"You're treading into dangerous territory," Michael warns.
"You can't deem me responsible enough to look after myself and then not trust my judgment," Rachel tells them.
"Trusting you to go to school every day is completely different than your dating choices."
"Is it?"
"It is," Michael insists.
"Well I respectfully disagree."
"Almost every parent would have a problem with their daughter's girlfriend spending the night on a regular basis."
"Most parents wouldn't leave their teenage daughter home alone while they go on a two month cruise," Rachel counters.
"We did discuss it with you," Jake points out.
"Most parents wouldn't have even considered it," Rachel continues.
"We're far from traditional," Jake says.
"Why can't we just leave things as they were?" Rachel asks. "I've done nothing to lose the trust you've placed in me. I've never thrown a party. I do my homework and keep the house tidy."
"Having your girlfriend spend the night every week seems like a violation," Michael says.
"Santana and I love each other. It's only natural," Rachel replies. "And it's not even the sex."
Both Michael and Jake cringe.
"It's being able to spend time together," Rachel continues. "We hardly see each other during the week."
"You're in school together all day," Michael says. "And glee together."
"We're not in the same classes and glee isn't social time. She never really spends the night during the week. It's really only Saturday night. Why can't you just let me have this?"
Silence falls over the kitchen as the tension rising, but no one speaks.
Finally after a few moments, Jake says, "Honey, why don't you let your daddy and me talk about this alone?"
Rachel nods. "That sounds fine. I'm going to get dressed and then go out for a bit." She stands. "I won't be seeing Santana," Rachel adds, seeing the protest on her daddy's face.
"All right, honey," Jake says. "We'll call you a bit later?"
Rachel nods again and goes to her room to dress.
…
She ends up at Noah's. It's still kind of early, but she figures she can attempt one of his video games if he's still sleeping.
Mrs. Puckerman lets her in with a smile and they sit in the kitchen, chatting over tea for a bit before Rachel heads up to Noah's room. Rachel finds it fascinating that his mother would allow this, especially since her son has already gotten one girl pregnant. She supposes it speaks more to the trust Mrs. Puckerman has in her than in Noah. Though it probably helps that she doesn't know they dated for an entire week.
It's dark in Noah's room, but Rachel is able to find his TV and game system with little problem. She sorts through the games the best she can in the shadows. Knowing nothing about any of them, she picks one at random and puts it in. It asks her if she wants to start where she left off or start a whole new game. She choose a new game and saves it under Berry before hitting start.
And then she's struggling to figure out what the hell she's supposed to be doing, pressing buttons until she knows how to jump, move, fire and fight. She knows she won't make it very far, but her determination is enough to keep her going. Besides, she wanted to be distracted and she definitely is.
…
Brittany is silent once Santana finishes telling her about the last twelve hours. Santana doesn't find this reassuring.
"Well?" Santana asks after too much quiet.
"Wow," Brittany murmurs.
"That's it?"
"What else can I say?" Brittany asks. "That totally sucks."
"Yeah."
"And Rachel's still there now? Arguing?"
Santana nods.
"Wow."
"What the hell is I supposed to do?"
Brittany shrugs. "You can't do anything until Rachel and her dads are done arguing."
"I hate waiting," Santana sulks.
"I know," Brittany nods. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Yeah, why not."
…
"God damnit. Fuck. Fucking hell. Come on, you fucking asshole. Fucking move already. Fucking unbelievable. Fuck. Fucking come on, already."
Puck wakes up to a sound he never thought he'd hear. Rachel Berry cursing profusely while playing an Xbox game.
"What the fuck, Berry?" he groans. "Can you let a bro sleep in just one day?"
She ignores him as an explosion occurs on screen. Puck groans again, rolling over and trying to block out the noise. Truthfully, the volume is extremely low and under other circumstances, he might not have woken up. But apparently the presence of an angry video game playing Rachel is enough to draw him out of his slumber.
He crawls out of bed and plops down on the floor to watch Rachel play. Finally he can't take it anymore and yanks the controller from her hand.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks. "Shouldn't you and Lopez be engaged in some morning muff diving?"
The fact that she ignores his crude remark, lets him know something big is wrong.
"My fathers came home last night."
"Oh."
"Yes and they walked in on Santana and I engaged in, uh, activities."
"Whoa, you mean the two of you were--"
"Thankfully, we were still mostly dressed," Rachel tells him. "However, as you can imagine, they weren't pleased."
"So what happened?"
"I convinced them to discuss it this morning. It didn't go well. They're at home right now discussing things," Rachel tells him. "I have a feeling I know what the answer is going to be."
"End it?"
"Exactly."
"Damn."
"Indeed."
…
Santana leaves Brittany's a few hours later. Her best friend can only distract her for so long and Santana starts to feel bad for making Brittany watch her pace.
Her papa yells a hello as she heads up to her room and she manages to yell back. Hopefully they'll leave her alone until she hears from Rachel. Driving back from Brittany's Santana had been very tempted to drive over to Rachel's, but she was afraid that would just make things worse.
So she's stuck waiting, which she hates.
…
Rachel receives a text from her fathers a couple hours later, demanding she return home. She's been watching Puck play Portal 2 for a long time now and is eager to hear their answer, even if she already knows what it is. The waiting has been driving her nuts.
"I'd wish you luck, bro," Puck says as she stands and stretches. "But I know that's useless."
Rachel nods.
"Just try to keep that temper of yours in check, Berry."
"I make no promises."
…
Her fathers are, of course, waiting for her in the kitchen. She wonders if they've even left the room since she took off hours ago. She goes to the fridge first and grabs a bottle of water before sitting at the table.
"You are going to stop dating her," Michael says.
"Excuse me?"
"Don’t act surprised, young lady," Michael continues. "You knew damn well that was what we were going to say."
"Perhaps I had hoped otherwise."
"We acknowledge that you'll still see her at school and in glee," Jake breaks in. "But outside of that, there will be no contact between you two."
"No offense, dad, but how are you going to stop me?" Rachel asks.
"We're going to be around a lot more," Jake tells her.
"Oh?"
"That's right," he answers. "I'm not going anywhere this week. I can work at home. And then starting next Monday your daddy will be home every night at six. He'll do that for two weeks and then I'll be around the next week."
Rachel just gapes at them. She can admit that she didn't expect that. Though she's a little hurt that they'd stick around to make sure she's staying away from Santana, but not when she's crying her eyes out. Her fathers' priorities seem to be a bit skewed.
"Fine," Rachel says. "If that's how you want it to be." She stands. "But I'm still going over to her house for dinner tonight."
"I'm not sure you understand how serious we are about this," Michael says.
"I do actually," Rachel replies. "But you must be insane if you think I'm not going to give her an explanation of why we can't see each other anymore."
"I don't care," Michael says. "You're not going over there."
"Or I could just leave," Rachel offers. "I could find somewhere else to stay."
"You wouldn't," Michael replies, standing.
"Wouldn't I?"
Jake stands and places a hand on Michael's shoulder. "It's a reasonable request."
"I'll be home by curfew," Rachel tells them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room because I no longer wish to be in your presence."
…
Several hours later Rachel comes down the stairs. She finds her dad in the kitchen making dinner. She has a feeling her daddy went to the office.
"I'm going now."
"Curfew is nine-thirty," Jake reminds her.
Her answer is the slamming of the front door.
…
Santana is a little miffed that she hasn't heard from Rachel yet. It's been hours and the suspense is killing her. She's been back from Brit's a couple hours now and she's running out of things to distract herself with.
The knock on her bedroom door will probably help.
"Yeah?"
The door swings open to reveal her girlfriend. She's got a dark look in her eyes, that Santana's seen only a few times. The door clicks shut behind her and she locks it.
Before Santana even knows what's going on, they're both naked and Rachel is teasingly running in hands up and down her thighs. She's not sure what's got into her girlfriend, but Santana's not complaining at the moment.
…
The afterglow doesn't feel as blissful as it normally does. Santana has a feeling that the discussion with Rachel's fathers didn't go so well.
"It went worse than I thought it would," Rachel says breaking the silence.
"Oh?"
"Yes," Rachel continues. "I'm not allowed to see you anymore."
"So? What are they going to do? Put a tracking device on you?"
"They claim they're actually going to be around," Rachel replies. "Dad's going to work from home this next week and then daddy will come home early next week."
"Seriously?"
"Apparently."
They lay in silence for a moment before Santana asks, "Why don't you seem more upset?"
"Because I have a plan, of course," Rachel replies.
"Thank god," Santana says. "I was afraid this was like good-bye sex."
"Certainly not," Rachel replies. "Though it's probably going to be a while before we have sex on a bed."
"That could be hot."
"Yes, I too am thankful we're already well versed with the quickies. Though I have the feeling I'm going to miss the marathon sessions very soon."
Santana groans. "You're such a fucking tease."
"What?" Rachel asks. "It's true. I thoroughly enjoy the slow, languid love making every Saturday night. It's a lovely contrast to the fast and furious orgasms we sneak in at school."
Santana kisses Rachel, in hopes of shutting her up. Looking over at the clock, she knows they better get dressed before her mother comes knocking at her door.
"I'm surprised she let you up here," Santana says pulling on her underwear.
"I find the pleading, doe eyes work very well," Rachel explains. "Plus, when I explain the situation later at dinner, it will further justify letting me up here to reconnect before our enforced hiatus from each other."
"You're so weird."
…
Despite the effort they put forth into covering it up, it's extremely obvious what they'd been doing when they come down the stairs. Santana fights a blush because the knowing grin on her father's face is downright embarrassing. She wonders what alternative universe she's fallen into that her father finds it endearing that his daughter just had sex in her room while her parents made dinner.
Rachel's helping put food on the table and chatting away with Clara, so Santana just sits at her place and sips her water until everyone's seated.
"So," Tomás says, eyes twinkling. "Is there any particular reason you came over early this evening Rachel? After all, you two were together a mere six hours ago."
"I'm glad you brought that up, Tomás," Rachel replies. "There's something I feel you should know."
"You better not have gotten her pregnant."
"Papa."
"Honey, let Rachel speak," Clara tells Tomás.
"Thank you. As you may remember, my fathers were previously unaware of my relationship with Santana. That changed last night. They returned early from a trip and found us in a bit of a compromising situation. Needless to say, they weren't pleased."
"Oh my," Clara murmurs.
"Just as I predicted, they did not react well to learning about our relationship. They are now demanding I end it."
A stunned silence falls over the table.
"Would you like us to speak to them, dear?" Clara asks.
"I'm not sure that would help," Rachel replies. "But thank you."
Santana watches both her parents wait for Rachel to continue. Hell, Santana is waiting for Rachel to continue. She knows her girl has a plan, though maybe she's not willing to share it with parental units.
"So that's it then?" Tomás asks finally. "You two are no longer dating?"
"Hardly," Rachel replies. "I have some ideas on how to reverse their opinion of the relationship. Unfortunately it will take some time, so most likely I won't be over for dinner for a while."
All three Lopezs are thrown off by how calm and casual Rachel is. Santana knows she should be used to it by now, having seen it before, but it's never been in relation to something as serious as their relationship.
"I can be very persuasive when I want to be," Rachel continues. "If Santana and I end our relationship it will be on our terms and no one else's. Not even my fathers will affect it."
Santana smiles and can't help but grab Rachel's hand. She doesn't let go until dinner is over.
…
After Rachel leaves, both Tomás and Clara sit Santana at the kitchen table for a talk.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Um, well like Rach said, her dads came home a day early and stumbled onto us, uh, you know and they were beyond pissed off. Rach got them to agree to sleep on it before we hashed it all out. But it didn't go so well. Finally Rachel had me leave so they could argue some more. I don't know what exactly happened except what she told you guys."
"You don't seem worried," Clara observes.
Santana shrugs. "If Rachel says she has a plan, then I just have to trust her. She won't let me down."
"Why are her dads so against the two of you seeing each other?" Tomás asks.
"Uh, well, cause of our history, mostly I guess. And they're worried about such a serious relationship in high school."
"I'm not sure they have the right to be so controlling when they're barely around," Clara says.
"Yeah, I think it's weird too," Santana agrees.
…
Rachel walks in the door of her house at exactly 9:29. She calls out good night and goes directly to her room. She has some planning to do.
Part Two