The Bodyguard -Brittana Fanfic

Chapter 38

Eight months Later

"Are you ready mija," Santana looked up from her place in front of the mirror, meeting the man's eyes behind her.

"Sí papá," Santana smiled, as she turned around to meet her father's eyes, whose face immediately broke out into a big smile.

"You look perfect, so incredibly beautiful, I can't even...that you weren't in my life for so long...I can't..." Mr Lopez trailed off as a tear fell from the tall man's eye, Santana approached him, her hands taking his as she made shushing noises.

"Stop apologising, I forgive you, I have forgiven you, the fact that you and mamá are back in my life, and for this day, is more then I could ever have hoped for," Santana finished with a smile.

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Six Months Earlier

Santana let out the breath she had been holding as Brittany released her from the safe warm hug she had been enjoying.

"Babe, it will be ok, they wouldn't have gotten in contact with you if it wasn't to fix the mess they made, if you had seen them in the hospital, they were devastated and scared, the fact that they came through me too, it only means they are fine with who you are. They've accepted it and they want to get to know you again, stop worrying, I will be by your side the entire way, I promise," Brittany stated, as she placed a soft kiss to the Latina's nervous lips.

Santana nodded numbly as she took Brittany's hand, who squeezed hers back gently, before leading her inside a small coffee lounge where they had agreed to meet Santana's parents, parents she hadn't seen for more than ten years.

Santana kept her head down, letting Brittany steer her through the restaurant as she continued to take small panicked breaths, why had she let Brittany talk her into this!? Oh yeah, because Santana always gave Brittany everything she asked for.

Santana let out another sigh before bumping into Brittany's back, not realizing the blonde had stopped in front of her, looking up into soft blue eyes, Santana willed herself to calm down and looked to the table they had stopped in front of.

Santana's parents sat in front of her, they both looked a little older, their hair spotted with grey flecks, a little more worn out, but other than that, they still looked pretty much the same. It was a very different sight from the last time she had seen them, yelling, red faced, spewing profanities and hate, all in the name of god, the same god she had grown up to fear and later despise for what he had done to separate her from the parents she had loved more than air. Now they looked nervous, their eyes filled with unshed tears and what Santana could sense as relief, relief she had come at all, she wagered.

Brittany had been the one to set up the meeting, Santana refused to talk to them, so Brittany said she would organise it as long as the actress came.

Santana let out another shuddering breath at the sight of them, a small tear falling down her cheek, as much as she tried to hold it in, as much as she thought she was all cried out over her parents betrayal, the sight of them brought it all back. She was a scared sixteen year old girl again, just wanting her parents approval in the most nerve wracking moment of her life and receiving nothing but seething hate, being thrown out of the only home she had ever known, to grow up alone and become an adult far earlier than any child should have to.

Santana stood stock still, unable to move, fear of what her parents would do or say and fear that she would fall apart in front of them again, in front of Brittany, in front of the public sitting around them made her do the only thing she could do at that moment, run.

Santana fled out of the cafe, gaping like a fish out of water as she gulped in large intakes of air, trying to stop the panic attack she could feel coming. Running out of the coffee shop, her face immediately chilled by the cold sea breeze that hit her tear strewn face with a vengeance, bringing the fact that she was sobbing uncontrollably to her notice.