Deeper Meanings Part 5
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: M/18
Summary: Deeper meaning behind Santana. Domestic violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
A/N: From here on out my story is beta'd by stargirl888 Also really sorry this took me forever to get up, I have no excuse as this was already written, I guess that the 'funk' I was stuck in went across into posting up stuff that I've already finished. My sincerest apologies on my sucking of posting.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Monday had been a long and painful day for Santana. Never had she been more glad that she installed enough fear into people that they made sure not to touch her. She couldn't relax in any lesson, only sitting on the front half of her chair and keeping her back as straight as possible, so not to irritate it further. She felt bad for Brittany who spent all day just staring at her, seeming to not quite know what to do. She hated not being able to hide it from her fully. But what was harder to ignore were the looks Quinn was giving her. She knew she'd made a big slip up the other day. But there was something more than just suspicion in that blonde's eyes. something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
It wasn't like this happened to her a lot, not that there wasn't reason for it to, she'd just gotten good at hiding things and her parents didn't really care what time she came home, so long as they thought she'd spent the night at Brittany's. She'd made sure that everyone at school either feared her or had something to lose from crossing her, so that no matter what gossip was going around school it never got back to her parents. She still hadn't figured out how the Quinn rumour had leaked and it was something she was still trying to get to the bottom of even though it happened over a year ago.
There was a reason she had Finn take her to a motel when they did it, although she's not sure it counts when he only went in once before erupting in the condom. As far as she knew there were only three people who definitely knew about that night, although she wouldn't be surprised if the rest of glee club had figured it out, they had a way of finding out these types of things, but they didn't seem to talk about it out side of themselves anyway.
Her father had been the one to inflict the punishment this time, it was always worse when he did it. He had used his favorite form, a whipping, and he knew exactly how to use the implement. He could make it only leave bruises, or for it to cut through the skin. Every mark was exactly how he wanted it to be, from length, width and depth. He'd gone for shallow cuts this time, disappointed at the fact that she hadn't even attempted to hide it. The irony, she hadn't even done anything this time, it was just a question of which 'lie' he'd prefer. While he inflicted the punishment her mother was stood there reading different passages from the Bible, she couldn't remember which now, but it was definitely about sex and how she'd sinned now. He had called her lucky that they, him and her mother, had a dinner to go to and that he hadn't had time to do any stitches, but the sad part was she actually found herself agreeing with him. Not out loud of course, she'd never agree to his face. Another thing she'd never admit to someone's face was that she was glad there was no Cheerios practice on Monday, just having the thought alone made her nervous as to what Coach might do.
Santana had spent all of glee club with her fingers linked with Brittany's and her head leaning on the other girls shoulder, it wasn't the least painful way to sit, but she needed the comfort that her girlfriend provided. Brittany for her part didn't say anything and just kept brushing her thumb slowly up and down the brunette's, gently placing a kiss on the top of the other girls head before leaving her own head there. Her eyes locking with Quinn's who was sitting on the other side of the room.
As Rachel was talking at a speed people who didn't care had difficulty keeping up with her, and Mr Schue was trying to get them to do another one of his choices as opposed to something, they the ones who were going to be performing it, would like. Of course he didn't notice that there was something wrong with one of his members; although he would probably notice if it were Finn. However not noticing it was Santana did make some sense, even when she was leaning on Brittany and showing more of herself then without singing, she was still a closed book, to those who weren't looking anyway. But the fact that Brittany was sad should have been enough to be noticed.
Apparently he was proving once again that to him it's not the teenagers themselves that he cares about but the glory he wants, and that it was about him doing it as opposed to them. But just because he was oblivious to the two didn't mean that the rest of glee club were, the difference was that the other members were still scared of getting the Latina in a bad mood. Just because she actually liked them and the club, despite everyone knowing she'd go down denying it. Liking them didn't mean she wouldn't snap if pushed, and the snap on that girl was something to be reckoned with.
"stay at my place tonight." Brittany whispered to her girl, not knowing what to do but knowing that she wanted to limit the time Santana was at home.
"I can't." The reply was quick, but not mean, and there was a hint of something strange that Brittany couldn't quite put her finger on. "I'm not allowed." She added, answering the question of why before Brittany could even voice it.
"Your parents never ground you, it's like marmalade and chocolate spread, it just doesn't happen." Brittany pointed out and Santana's face took on a confused look, but unlike normal she didn't move to look at the blonde.
Brittany didn't know how to act and Santana never expressed anything in public; all day she'd acted 'normal' apart from the brief opening up from the lockers that morning. But now she was clearly showing everyone in the room that something was wrong and it just proved how much the sixteen year old girl thought of the club, more of a home than her own.
"You going to be all tight for practice in the morning?" Brittany asked, deciding the continue the conversation.
"I don't have a choice." This caused a deeper frown to grow across the Dutch girls face, she knew it was true; they had a showcase coming up in a couple of weeks which meant extra hard, grueling practices and the only excuse that was valid was hospitalisation, and Coach really didn't think that was a very good reason.
"I don't think we'll be able to hang out for awhile." Santana whispered sadly.
"Hmm?" Brittany wasn't sure what to say, and her mind was still thinking of ways of how to get Santana out of morning practice.
"Andre has to drive me to and from school for awhile. It was his suggestion, something to do with brother sister bonding time while he's back on leave from the army." You didn't need to be able to see the tan girl's face to know there was an eye roll.
Santana's only sibling wasn't a factor Brittany knew of. She'd met him once and he'd seemed highly pleasant. Then again both of her parents seemed to be pleasant, charming people and if it wasn't for the fact that she knew that they weren't she would still believe that act they played. She really didn't like someone who she didn't know the position of. She didn't know whether she should be relieved that Santana had someone else, or scared that it was only going to get worse, and she wouldn't be able to get anything about him out of her girlfriend. Santana seemed to think that the more she kept from the other girl the more she was protecting her and there was only one word Brittany would use to describe it, bullshit!
So after rehearsal, Brittany stood outside watching Santana and her brother interact, and thankfully there was nothing too off about it. The Latina didn't seem to be filled with any kind of fear or awkwardness, but then again there wasn't any friendliness between them either. She stayed there watching the car drive off until she heard the door open behind her. Giving away that she wasn't the only one watching. Already knowing who it was she didn't bother to turn around to look.
"What actually happened Friday night?" Brittany asked. "I don't think Santana really remembers." She heard Quinn sigh behind her.
"Come back to my house so we can talk. She didn't really hang around long enough Saturday morning for me to fill in all the blanks." Quinn explained, before adding; "Is she going to be okay?"
Brittany didn't even know how to answer that, so she did the only thing she could, she shrugged.
Part 6
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: M/18
Summary: Deeper meaning behind Santana. Domestic violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
A/N: From here on out my story is beta'd by stargirl888 Also really sorry this took me forever to get up, I have no excuse as this was already written, I guess that the 'funk' I was stuck in went across into posting up stuff that I've already finished. My sincerest apologies on my sucking of posting.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4
Monday had been a long and painful day for Santana. Never had she been more glad that she installed enough fear into people that they made sure not to touch her. She couldn't relax in any lesson, only sitting on the front half of her chair and keeping her back as straight as possible, so not to irritate it further. She felt bad for Brittany who spent all day just staring at her, seeming to not quite know what to do. She hated not being able to hide it from her fully. But what was harder to ignore were the looks Quinn was giving her. She knew she'd made a big slip up the other day. But there was something more than just suspicion in that blonde's eyes. something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
It wasn't like this happened to her a lot, not that there wasn't reason for it to, she'd just gotten good at hiding things and her parents didn't really care what time she came home, so long as they thought she'd spent the night at Brittany's. She'd made sure that everyone at school either feared her or had something to lose from crossing her, so that no matter what gossip was going around school it never got back to her parents. She still hadn't figured out how the Quinn rumour had leaked and it was something she was still trying to get to the bottom of even though it happened over a year ago.
There was a reason she had Finn take her to a motel when they did it, although she's not sure it counts when he only went in once before erupting in the condom. As far as she knew there were only three people who definitely knew about that night, although she wouldn't be surprised if the rest of glee club had figured it out, they had a way of finding out these types of things, but they didn't seem to talk about it out side of themselves anyway.
Her father had been the one to inflict the punishment this time, it was always worse when he did it. He had used his favorite form, a whipping, and he knew exactly how to use the implement. He could make it only leave bruises, or for it to cut through the skin. Every mark was exactly how he wanted it to be, from length, width and depth. He'd gone for shallow cuts this time, disappointed at the fact that she hadn't even attempted to hide it. The irony, she hadn't even done anything this time, it was just a question of which 'lie' he'd prefer. While he inflicted the punishment her mother was stood there reading different passages from the Bible, she couldn't remember which now, but it was definitely about sex and how she'd sinned now. He had called her lucky that they, him and her mother, had a dinner to go to and that he hadn't had time to do any stitches, but the sad part was she actually found herself agreeing with him. Not out loud of course, she'd never agree to his face. Another thing she'd never admit to someone's face was that she was glad there was no Cheerios practice on Monday, just having the thought alone made her nervous as to what Coach might do.
Santana had spent all of glee club with her fingers linked with Brittany's and her head leaning on the other girls shoulder, it wasn't the least painful way to sit, but she needed the comfort that her girlfriend provided. Brittany for her part didn't say anything and just kept brushing her thumb slowly up and down the brunette's, gently placing a kiss on the top of the other girls head before leaving her own head there. Her eyes locking with Quinn's who was sitting on the other side of the room.
As Rachel was talking at a speed people who didn't care had difficulty keeping up with her, and Mr Schue was trying to get them to do another one of his choices as opposed to something, they the ones who were going to be performing it, would like. Of course he didn't notice that there was something wrong with one of his members; although he would probably notice if it were Finn. However not noticing it was Santana did make some sense, even when she was leaning on Brittany and showing more of herself then without singing, she was still a closed book, to those who weren't looking anyway. But the fact that Brittany was sad should have been enough to be noticed.
Apparently he was proving once again that to him it's not the teenagers themselves that he cares about but the glory he wants, and that it was about him doing it as opposed to them. But just because he was oblivious to the two didn't mean that the rest of glee club were, the difference was that the other members were still scared of getting the Latina in a bad mood. Just because she actually liked them and the club, despite everyone knowing she'd go down denying it. Liking them didn't mean she wouldn't snap if pushed, and the snap on that girl was something to be reckoned with.
"stay at my place tonight." Brittany whispered to her girl, not knowing what to do but knowing that she wanted to limit the time Santana was at home.
"I can't." The reply was quick, but not mean, and there was a hint of something strange that Brittany couldn't quite put her finger on. "I'm not allowed." She added, answering the question of why before Brittany could even voice it.
"Your parents never ground you, it's like marmalade and chocolate spread, it just doesn't happen." Brittany pointed out and Santana's face took on a confused look, but unlike normal she didn't move to look at the blonde.
Brittany didn't know how to act and Santana never expressed anything in public; all day she'd acted 'normal' apart from the brief opening up from the lockers that morning. But now she was clearly showing everyone in the room that something was wrong and it just proved how much the sixteen year old girl thought of the club, more of a home than her own.
"You going to be all tight for practice in the morning?" Brittany asked, deciding the continue the conversation.
"I don't have a choice." This caused a deeper frown to grow across the Dutch girls face, she knew it was true; they had a showcase coming up in a couple of weeks which meant extra hard, grueling practices and the only excuse that was valid was hospitalisation, and Coach really didn't think that was a very good reason.
"I don't think we'll be able to hang out for awhile." Santana whispered sadly.
"Hmm?" Brittany wasn't sure what to say, and her mind was still thinking of ways of how to get Santana out of morning practice.
"Andre has to drive me to and from school for awhile. It was his suggestion, something to do with brother sister bonding time while he's back on leave from the army." You didn't need to be able to see the tan girl's face to know there was an eye roll.
Santana's only sibling wasn't a factor Brittany knew of. She'd met him once and he'd seemed highly pleasant. Then again both of her parents seemed to be pleasant, charming people and if it wasn't for the fact that she knew that they weren't she would still believe that act they played. She really didn't like someone who she didn't know the position of. She didn't know whether she should be relieved that Santana had someone else, or scared that it was only going to get worse, and she wouldn't be able to get anything about him out of her girlfriend. Santana seemed to think that the more she kept from the other girl the more she was protecting her and there was only one word Brittany would use to describe it, bullshit!
So after rehearsal, Brittany stood outside watching Santana and her brother interact, and thankfully there was nothing too off about it. The Latina didn't seem to be filled with any kind of fear or awkwardness, but then again there wasn't any friendliness between them either. She stayed there watching the car drive off until she heard the door open behind her. Giving away that she wasn't the only one watching. Already knowing who it was she didn't bother to turn around to look.
"What actually happened Friday night?" Brittany asked. "I don't think Santana really remembers." She heard Quinn sigh behind her.
"Come back to my house so we can talk. She didn't really hang around long enough Saturday morning for me to fill in all the blanks." Quinn explained, before adding; "Is she going to be okay?"
Brittany didn't even know how to answer that, so she did the only thing she could, she shrugged.
Part 6