fic: We're Not in Kansas Anymore - Ending B
Title: We're Not in Kansas Anymore - Ending B
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Rachel/Quinn, Brittany, Mike, OMC, Puck, Dr. Lopez, Mrs. Lopez, Sue, Figgins, Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU This is all Brittany's fault. But Santana can't be mad at her best friend about anything. Not even about finding herself in an alternate universe where Rachel hates her and is dating Quinn. But that doesn't mean she's staying.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~13,800 (total) ~1,800 (this part)
Spoilers: Other stories in the series. But I also took bits and pieces of Seasons 2.
A/N: So this happened. An AU of my Rachel/Santana series. Takes place between Some Days Love is Hell and Assume Crash Positions.
2nd A/N: Apologies. I know the last fic didn't have much Rachel/Santana interaction and this one doesn't either. But the next one? Well it should have a lot more.
3rd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
series masterlist
Part One
Part Two
Ending B: It was only a dream…
Thursday, Santana wakes up a bit nervous. Today is the day she gets out of here. Even though it's not as bad as she first thought, it's still not her world; she doesn't belong. And so she's getting out of here.
…
Santana's tempted to skip school. It's not like she cares anymore and god knows what kind of trouble will happen if she does. But Santana knows she'll go nuts without a distraction and school's as good of one as any, so she goes.
Thankfully Brittany seems to understand how impatient Santana's feeling and grabs her pinky the moment she steps foot into the school. It helps a lot.
…
The day passes slowly, but at least Santana's mostly distracted. Her classes are as useless as always, but it's something to do. Though she mostly sits in the back and plays games on her phone.
And then in third, Figgins calls her to his office. With a sigh, Santana gathers her books and stalks towards his office. She goes in without waiting to be announced and slumps into a chair.
"Uh, Ms. Lopez," Figgins says. "I see you received my note."
"Uh huh."
"I wanted to speak with you about your behavior."
Santana barely nods, waiting for him to speak.
"Just because your suspension is over, doesn't mean I don't have my eye on you," Figgins tells her. "This is the fourth time you've been suspended this year. Once more and I'll have to expel you."
Santana wasn't aware of that.
"And while I hate to do that, don't think you'll be given any leeway because of your positions on the Cheerios or even because of glee club," Figgins continues. "You've done too much lately for me to look the other way. Especially since neither Coach Sylvester or Mr. Schuester have come to me to plead on your behalf."
Santana snorts. It'd be a cold day in hell when Mr. Schuester advocates for her.
"Consider this your only warning, Ms. Lopez," Figgins says. "The next time you step out of line will be your last. But if you do so, I hear Jane Adams Academy is always accepting applications."
"Is that all?" Santana asks.
Figgins sighs. "Yes, that is all. But I meant every word of it, Ms. Lopez. Remember that."
Santana scoffs as she stands. "Of course, sir."
…
Exiting Figgins' office, Santana is greeted by Becky. Knowing Coach Sylvester must want to talk to her, she just nods and follows her down the hall.
In Coach Sylvester's office, she stands until Coach indicates she should sit.
"I've been noticing some odd things about you Lopez," Coach Sylvester starts. "And I don't like it."
"Coach, I--"
Coach Sylvester holds up a hand. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Lopez. You know that. Words mean nothing. I believe in actions."
Santana just nods.
"And while I know you've been going through your own personal drama, I also know it's mostly your own doing. And so I'm giving you this warning. Figure your shit out. You have a very small window of opportunity to get back into my good graces. The only reason you even get this warning is because you're Santana Lopez. You know only one other person would get this kind of treatment."
"Quinn," Santana spats.
"Exactly. So unless you want to find yourself in loserville and off the squad, shape up."
"Understood, Coach."
"Good. Dismissed."
…
Santana just barely manages to make it through the rest of the day. The minutes tick by, far too slowly for Santana's liking. Each class feels more useless than normal. She's a mass of nervous energy and she does her best to not let it show too much. Or worse, take her impatience out on others.
Brittany seems to sense this and sends distracting text messages. Some are funny things she's seen today; while others are just random thoughts she has. It's enough to divert her attention enough to make it through the rest of the day.
…
When Santana arrives home, she's surprised to find her papa's car already in the garage. Fearing another confrontation, she debates, driving off, but knows since she's technically still grounded, it's probably a dangerous idea.
Cautiously, she enters the house and goes up to her room. Her father is waiting for her.
"Papa," she greets.
"Santana."
"You're home early," Santana says.
"We need to talk," he tells her.
"All right." Santana sits on her bed.
"I received a call from your principal today," Dr. Lopez starts.
"Hey, I didn't do anything wrong," Santana protests.
"He wanted to inform me that if you get suspended one more time, he has to expel you."
"Yeah, he said as much today," Santana says.
"You are not going to be expelled," he tells her. "Your mother and I won't stand for it."
"Uh…"
"I just don’t understand where we went wrong," Dr. Lopez muses. "We never had any problem with your brother--"
"Don't compare me to him--"
"Either way," Dr. Lopez continues. "Since it seems like you need a stronger hand to guide you, the rules are changing a bit around here."
"Um…"
"There will be no more sneaking out when you're grounded," Dr. Loepz tells her. "And to ensure that, you'll notice I've boarded up your windows--"
"What? No fucking way!"
"Language, young lady," Dr. Lopez says. "And when you get home from school every day, you will be handing over your car keys--"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
"Curse like that again and there will be even more consequences, young lady," he warns.
"Whatever," Santana grumbles.
Dr. Lopez holds out his hand. Santana drops her car keys into it.
"Thank you," he says. "Once your grounding is over, we can discuss the situation again. Until then, this is how it will be. Your mother or I will be home when you're done with school and we will collect your keys every day. And if I find you've made any sort of attempts to take the boards off your windows, there will be severe consequences. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Santana replies, sullen.
"Good." And Dr. Lopez exits the room, shutting the door behind him.
…
Despite the warning, Santana has to try to loosen the boards over her windows. There's no way in hell she's losing her chance to escape this universe. She can't wait another month for the next full moon. The thought of being stuck for much longer is sending her into panic mode. And then she thinks about her Rachel with the other Santana, causing her to stop examining the window and take several deep breaths to calm down.
When she's relaxed a bit, she returns to her snooping. But it seems like her papa was quite thorough. The only way she's getting out this window is with a crowbar, but she's not even sure her papa has one of those. And to get it, she'd have to go downstairs and into the garage.
She slowly opens her door, careful not to make any noise. Quietly, she creeps down the stairs and listens. She doesn't hear anything, but that just most likely means her papa is reading somewhere. Hopefully in his room.
Santana carefully makes her way to the garage, only to be stopped by her papa's voice.
"What did I say about trying to take the boards off?" he calls from the kitchen. "I already took all the tools you might need and hid them."
Santana sighs in defeat.
"Get back to your room. Now."
Santana nods, even though he can't really see her and heads back up the stairs.
…
Because she doesn’t have her car, she's going to have to leave earlier. She only hopes her parents are asleep. The house is quiet, but that doesn't mean anything.
Once again she opens her door carefully and closes it silently. She creeps down the stairs, ears open, but she hears nothing. It seems that her parents are asleep.
However, she's in for a shock when she reaches the front door. There's a cot in front of it and someone obviously sleeping on it. She can't tell who it is, but she's pretty sure it's neither of her parents. So despite the risk, she inches closes for a better look.
It's Felix. When the hell did her brother get here? Is he really going to be around for weeks to sleep in front of the door? It's the most absurd thing she's ever heard, but apparently it's true.
God damnit, Santana thinks. Couldn't Figgins have waited one more day? She just needed freedom for one more night, so she can be out of here. She fights back tears because it doesn't seem like she's getting out of her tonight.
Back up in her room, she pulls out her phone and texts Brittany about the situation. She doesn't want them to be out there waiting for her.
I can't escape my house.
How come? Did you forget how? Brittany texts back.
No, my parents have locked me in. I don't think I can make it. Can we try again at the next full moon?
The wait is longer this time.
Uncle Marco says no. It has to happen on the first full moon you experience or else it won't work.
No. Santana texts. That can't be true. I can't be stuck here.
Then you better get here before midnight. Brittany texts back.
I'll try.
And she does. She looks around her room for another escape route. Something has to spark an idea. But nothing does. Finally when it strikes midnight, she sinks onto her bed with a sob. That's it. It's over. She's stuck here.
When she's finally done crying, she kicks off her shoes and crawls into bed. Knowing she's stuck here now, she feels like she's drowning. She lays in bed until her depression and tears tire her out.
…
"San. San. Santana, wake up."
Santana shoots up in bed, almost losing her balance and half falling out of bed. From her awkward position, Santana looks up to find a giggling girlfriend. She glares.
"Morning," Rachel waves. "You overslept. Get up or I'm leaving without you."
"But that means no happy fun time," Santana protests.
Rachel shrugs. "You overslept."
"Not my fault," Santana replies. "I had the weirdest dream. At least, I think it was a dream. Do you love me?"
"Um, yes, of course I do," Rachel says slowly. "Why?"
"And we've been dating for…"
"A bit over a year," Rachel finishes.
"And who is your bro?"
"Noah?"
"Right. Good. Yeah. Just a dream."
"You okay there, tiger?" Rachel asks.
"Tiger," Santana says. She pulls Rachel down onto the bed with her. "Everything is great. It might even be perfect."
Ending A: Home Sweet Home
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Rachel/Quinn, Brittany, Mike, OMC, Puck, Dr. Lopez, Mrs. Lopez, Sue, Figgins, Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU This is all Brittany's fault. But Santana can't be mad at her best friend about anything. Not even about finding herself in an alternate universe where Rachel hates her and is dating Quinn. But that doesn't mean she's staying.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~13,800 (total) ~1,800 (this part)
Spoilers: Other stories in the series. But I also took bits and pieces of Seasons 2.
A/N: So this happened. An AU of my Rachel/Santana series. Takes place between Some Days Love is Hell and Assume Crash Positions.
2nd A/N: Apologies. I know the last fic didn't have much Rachel/Santana interaction and this one doesn't either. But the next one? Well it should have a lot more.
3rd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
series masterlist
Part One
Part Two
Ending B: It was only a dream…
Thursday, Santana wakes up a bit nervous. Today is the day she gets out of here. Even though it's not as bad as she first thought, it's still not her world; she doesn't belong. And so she's getting out of here.
…
Santana's tempted to skip school. It's not like she cares anymore and god knows what kind of trouble will happen if she does. But Santana knows she'll go nuts without a distraction and school's as good of one as any, so she goes.
Thankfully Brittany seems to understand how impatient Santana's feeling and grabs her pinky the moment she steps foot into the school. It helps a lot.
…
The day passes slowly, but at least Santana's mostly distracted. Her classes are as useless as always, but it's something to do. Though she mostly sits in the back and plays games on her phone.
And then in third, Figgins calls her to his office. With a sigh, Santana gathers her books and stalks towards his office. She goes in without waiting to be announced and slumps into a chair.
"Uh, Ms. Lopez," Figgins says. "I see you received my note."
"Uh huh."
"I wanted to speak with you about your behavior."
Santana barely nods, waiting for him to speak.
"Just because your suspension is over, doesn't mean I don't have my eye on you," Figgins tells her. "This is the fourth time you've been suspended this year. Once more and I'll have to expel you."
Santana wasn't aware of that.
"And while I hate to do that, don't think you'll be given any leeway because of your positions on the Cheerios or even because of glee club," Figgins continues. "You've done too much lately for me to look the other way. Especially since neither Coach Sylvester or Mr. Schuester have come to me to plead on your behalf."
Santana snorts. It'd be a cold day in hell when Mr. Schuester advocates for her.
"Consider this your only warning, Ms. Lopez," Figgins says. "The next time you step out of line will be your last. But if you do so, I hear Jane Adams Academy is always accepting applications."
"Is that all?" Santana asks.
Figgins sighs. "Yes, that is all. But I meant every word of it, Ms. Lopez. Remember that."
Santana scoffs as she stands. "Of course, sir."
…
Exiting Figgins' office, Santana is greeted by Becky. Knowing Coach Sylvester must want to talk to her, she just nods and follows her down the hall.
In Coach Sylvester's office, she stands until Coach indicates she should sit.
"I've been noticing some odd things about you Lopez," Coach Sylvester starts. "And I don't like it."
"Coach, I--"
Coach Sylvester holds up a hand. "I don't want to hear your excuses, Lopez. You know that. Words mean nothing. I believe in actions."
Santana just nods.
"And while I know you've been going through your own personal drama, I also know it's mostly your own doing. And so I'm giving you this warning. Figure your shit out. You have a very small window of opportunity to get back into my good graces. The only reason you even get this warning is because you're Santana Lopez. You know only one other person would get this kind of treatment."
"Quinn," Santana spats.
"Exactly. So unless you want to find yourself in loserville and off the squad, shape up."
"Understood, Coach."
"Good. Dismissed."
…
Santana just barely manages to make it through the rest of the day. The minutes tick by, far too slowly for Santana's liking. Each class feels more useless than normal. She's a mass of nervous energy and she does her best to not let it show too much. Or worse, take her impatience out on others.
Brittany seems to sense this and sends distracting text messages. Some are funny things she's seen today; while others are just random thoughts she has. It's enough to divert her attention enough to make it through the rest of the day.
…
When Santana arrives home, she's surprised to find her papa's car already in the garage. Fearing another confrontation, she debates, driving off, but knows since she's technically still grounded, it's probably a dangerous idea.
Cautiously, she enters the house and goes up to her room. Her father is waiting for her.
"Papa," she greets.
"Santana."
"You're home early," Santana says.
"We need to talk," he tells her.
"All right." Santana sits on her bed.
"I received a call from your principal today," Dr. Lopez starts.
"Hey, I didn't do anything wrong," Santana protests.
"He wanted to inform me that if you get suspended one more time, he has to expel you."
"Yeah, he said as much today," Santana says.
"You are not going to be expelled," he tells her. "Your mother and I won't stand for it."
"Uh…"
"I just don’t understand where we went wrong," Dr. Lopez muses. "We never had any problem with your brother--"
"Don't compare me to him--"
"Either way," Dr. Lopez continues. "Since it seems like you need a stronger hand to guide you, the rules are changing a bit around here."
"Um…"
"There will be no more sneaking out when you're grounded," Dr. Loepz tells her. "And to ensure that, you'll notice I've boarded up your windows--"
"What? No fucking way!"
"Language, young lady," Dr. Lopez says. "And when you get home from school every day, you will be handing over your car keys--"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
"Curse like that again and there will be even more consequences, young lady," he warns.
"Whatever," Santana grumbles.
Dr. Lopez holds out his hand. Santana drops her car keys into it.
"Thank you," he says. "Once your grounding is over, we can discuss the situation again. Until then, this is how it will be. Your mother or I will be home when you're done with school and we will collect your keys every day. And if I find you've made any sort of attempts to take the boards off your windows, there will be severe consequences. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Santana replies, sullen.
"Good." And Dr. Lopez exits the room, shutting the door behind him.
…
Despite the warning, Santana has to try to loosen the boards over her windows. There's no way in hell she's losing her chance to escape this universe. She can't wait another month for the next full moon. The thought of being stuck for much longer is sending her into panic mode. And then she thinks about her Rachel with the other Santana, causing her to stop examining the window and take several deep breaths to calm down.
When she's relaxed a bit, she returns to her snooping. But it seems like her papa was quite thorough. The only way she's getting out this window is with a crowbar, but she's not even sure her papa has one of those. And to get it, she'd have to go downstairs and into the garage.
She slowly opens her door, careful not to make any noise. Quietly, she creeps down the stairs and listens. She doesn't hear anything, but that just most likely means her papa is reading somewhere. Hopefully in his room.
Santana carefully makes her way to the garage, only to be stopped by her papa's voice.
"What did I say about trying to take the boards off?" he calls from the kitchen. "I already took all the tools you might need and hid them."
Santana sighs in defeat.
"Get back to your room. Now."
Santana nods, even though he can't really see her and heads back up the stairs.
…
Because she doesn’t have her car, she's going to have to leave earlier. She only hopes her parents are asleep. The house is quiet, but that doesn't mean anything.
Once again she opens her door carefully and closes it silently. She creeps down the stairs, ears open, but she hears nothing. It seems that her parents are asleep.
However, she's in for a shock when she reaches the front door. There's a cot in front of it and someone obviously sleeping on it. She can't tell who it is, but she's pretty sure it's neither of her parents. So despite the risk, she inches closes for a better look.
It's Felix. When the hell did her brother get here? Is he really going to be around for weeks to sleep in front of the door? It's the most absurd thing she's ever heard, but apparently it's true.
God damnit, Santana thinks. Couldn't Figgins have waited one more day? She just needed freedom for one more night, so she can be out of here. She fights back tears because it doesn't seem like she's getting out of her tonight.
Back up in her room, she pulls out her phone and texts Brittany about the situation. She doesn't want them to be out there waiting for her.
I can't escape my house.
How come? Did you forget how? Brittany texts back.
No, my parents have locked me in. I don't think I can make it. Can we try again at the next full moon?
The wait is longer this time.
Uncle Marco says no. It has to happen on the first full moon you experience or else it won't work.
No. Santana texts. That can't be true. I can't be stuck here.
Then you better get here before midnight. Brittany texts back.
I'll try.
And she does. She looks around her room for another escape route. Something has to spark an idea. But nothing does. Finally when it strikes midnight, she sinks onto her bed with a sob. That's it. It's over. She's stuck here.
When she's finally done crying, she kicks off her shoes and crawls into bed. Knowing she's stuck here now, she feels like she's drowning. She lays in bed until her depression and tears tire her out.
…
"San. San. Santana, wake up."
Santana shoots up in bed, almost losing her balance and half falling out of bed. From her awkward position, Santana looks up to find a giggling girlfriend. She glares.
"Morning," Rachel waves. "You overslept. Get up or I'm leaving without you."
"But that means no happy fun time," Santana protests.
Rachel shrugs. "You overslept."
"Not my fault," Santana replies. "I had the weirdest dream. At least, I think it was a dream. Do you love me?"
"Um, yes, of course I do," Rachel says slowly. "Why?"
"And we've been dating for…"
"A bit over a year," Rachel finishes.
"And who is your bro?"
"Noah?"
"Right. Good. Yeah. Just a dream."
"You okay there, tiger?" Rachel asks.
"Tiger," Santana says. She pulls Rachel down onto the bed with her. "Everything is great. It might even be perfect."
Ending A: Home Sweet Home