Santana's POV
My phone's alarm clock beeped loudly until I rolled over and smacked it. I groaned and stuffed my face in my pillow.
"Santana, wake up!" I heard my mom whisper, opening my bedroom door and creeping inside. "Time for school!"
"No school today," I mumbled, cacooning myself in my black comforter. My mom picked up my hand and squeezed it.
"I made pancakes," she said, and my head lifted up, my sleepy eyes meeting hers. "That's what I thought." She laughed and left, leaving me dazed and confused in my bed.
I heaved myself up and clambered over to my bathroom, shivering as my feet hit the cold floor. I shuffled over to the bathroom across the hall to put my contacts in and go pee before pulling on my Cheerios uniform and pulling my thick black hair into a high pony.
Steam rose off of the pancakes as my mom drizzled syrup over them and slid a fork to me. "Eat, you're gonna be late," she said before turning around and drying dishes.
"Where's dad?" I asked, shoving a forkful of pancakes in my mouth, knowing I'm going to regret it at practice today.
"Work. Like always." She said, not looking up. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, I'm going." I said, grabbing my backpack off of the couch and heading to the door.
"Come here so I can kiss you, mija," she said, gesturing towards her. I leaned my head towards her and she kissed my forehead, wrapping her small hands over my cheeks. "I love you Santana."
"Love you too, mami," I said, pulling away and smiling. "Bye!"
*
"Come on Britt," I mumbled, waiting in the blonde's driveway. We were already going to be late, so I got out of the car and walked up the path towards her front door. I pulled it open, making a loud creak echo through the large house. I pattered up the stairs as quietly as possible to Britt's room.
"Britt?" I whispered, slowly opening the door. "Where are yo-" I got cut off by a body lurching towards me, tackling me to the floor.
"I got you!" She yelled, straddling my chest and pumping her arms on her torso.
"Get off of me," I said, pushing her off of my bruise that was slowly fading away on my hip.
"Sorry," she said, confused.
"Let's just go, okay?" I said, brushing out my uniform and heading out the door.
"Sanny, what's wrong? Why are you being so mean?" Brittany asked, following me to my car with her backpack slung over one shoulder.
I shook my head and crawled into the car. "It's nothing, sorry. Just tired." I gave her a weak smile to the blonde sitting in the passenger seat.
"Good." She smiled back and I pulled out of the driveway towards school.
*
I pulled out my English textbook from my locker as Quinn stopped in front of me. "Are you coming back to glee club?"
"Of course I am. Why?" I responded, slamming the locker shut.
"What's going on with you? You're acting really weird." Quinn asked, her brow furrowing.
"Nothing," I said with a smile. "Just on my lady's days, that's all." Quinn cocked her head to the side and I brushed past her into the crowd of people.
Quinn's POV
Her 'lady's days'? Are you kidding me right now? I know she's not on her period because we're synced up, and it's definitely not this week.
I walked into second period, finding Puck at the back of the room on his phone.
"What's going on with Santana?" I questioned, standing in front of his desk with my arms crossed. He shrugged. Suddenly, my face went white. I bent down so I wasn't being so loud, before saying, "Did you knock her up too?"
His head shot up and stared at me. "What, is she pregnant? Because I'm extra careful now."
"I don't know. Is she sleeping with anyone that you know of?"
"Uhh, like, ten other guys. Look, I don't know, okay? She's not my girlfriend." He scoffed.
My eyes widened, and I sat in the seat in front of him, thoughts swirling through my head.
Santana's POV
I ran to the bathroom, feeling vomit in the back of my throat. My dad just texted me. He's drunk. Again.
"Santana?" I heard a small voice coming from the sinks. I looked up from the toilet bowl. Of course.
"Can you open the stall?" I hesitantly stood up and pushed the door open, seeing a certain ginger standing in front of me. I wiped my tear stained cheeks and looked at her, holding my hand over my mouth to keep anything down.
"Hey, it's okay," Ms. Pillsbury said, pulling me into her arms and rubbing my back. I can't believe this is actually happening. "Here, come on, I'll take you to my office."
She led me down the empty hallway, her hand on my back. I sniffled and wiped the tears out of my eyes, hoping no one will see me like this.
"Okay, sit. What's going on?" I sat in the chair across from her.
"I just ate a bad lunch, that's all."
"Then why are you crying?"
Silence.
"If you don't want to talk to me, I can get someone else, maybe one of your friends?" I shook my head.
"Can I just go? I have a test next period." I said, wiping my eyes again and sitting up straight in the chair, trying not to show weakness. She nodded.
"You have people that you can talk to. Whatever is going on, someone will listen." She said, and I got up and headed back to the bathroom to get my backpack.
I don't have a test next period. I just needed to get out of there. No one, absolutely no one can know about my dad. It's just not right.
Author's Note
Just wanted to give a little shout-out to the only person that reads this story. You know who you are ;)
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believe in me | santana x brittany
Fanfiction. . . Santana Lopez has been keeping a secret hidden for years. She hasn't even told her best friend, Brittany, who's stood by her since they were seven years old. When she joins the school's Glee club, she finds out that people are more accepting t...
