A/N I'll update this if I feel people want to read it, so let me know either way, it's got reference to domestic violence so don't read it if you're not comfortable with it then don't read it.

Brittany was smarter than people thought, she wasn't a genius by any measure but she knew people. All she had to do was look at someone and then somehow she knew at that moment what they were thinking, reading people was her thing, well that and sex, she was really good at that. But that wasn't the point, reading people was, and there was on person she could read better than anyone and that was Santana, she knew how the girl was feeling, so instead of being frustrated when the brunette was in total denial about their 'relationship', it bothered her sure but she knew Santana's history, or more family and can understand her hesitation, she just wished she'd at least admit just to her that she meant more to Santana. She also knew that the whole 'sex isn't dating' was how she was hiding it, and the endless boys, which only started after one particular incident was how she protected herself from any more rumours. Although Santana wasn't in denial about only wanting the blonde anymore, even if it was just a private thing and behind closed doors, Brittany was glad that Santana had promised to stop sleeping around, it was huge step forward and one that had accrued last night, even if they still weren't officially dating yet.

The blonde cheerio remembered a convocation that she'd had with Quinn, the only person who actually knew about them, unlike the other half of the glee club that knew they had slept together after she accidentally let it slip before sectionals, Quinn was who Brittany had confided in, and Quinn had never used it against her or the Latina.

"I just don't get it, how can you deal with her being a complete ass, sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry?" Brittany had been feeling low about the whole thing a few weeks ago and after finding comfort in the other blonde, she'd accidentally told her everything, and was relieved when Quinn never mentioned it again, that was until they were both at Brittany's house, hanging out after glee when Mercedes and Santana had their sing off about Puck.

"Quinn I get her, I know why she does it" She pauses, not entirely sure if she should say this but decided that she really needed to talk about it. "You remember those weeks last year when San wasn't in once cos she was 'ill'?" She waited for the ex-cheerleader to confirm that she did indeed remember that she had been ill, a two week period that had left her puzzled because Santana was never off ill and on the rare occasions she was Quinn's phone never stopped getting messages through.

"You remember that rumour about you and her that had spread?" Quinn nodded, "Sure I do we laughed together about it." Brittany nodded, "Well San's mother and father found out about it on the Friday, and…" Brittany stopped, her usual happy face was now sand and her eyes filled with tears, one escaping and running down her check. Quinn moved from the other side of the bed to hold onto the usually bubbly blonde, wiping the tear off her check, wondering if it was bad enough to cause this reaction out of her friend if she really wanted to know. "Britt it's ok, shh, you don't have to tell me." She just shook her head in response. "You need to understand, but you can't tell San, she would never talk to me again, she doesn't even know that I know." Quinn nodded, "I promise I won't mention it." Brittany looked her in the eye, clear blue to hazel, before deciding that the ex-cheerio wasn't lying; she really would keep it to herself. Brittany took a deep breath stealing herself, for the revelation she was about to make.

"Her parents, well entire family, are Catholic and when San got home that Friday night her mom ripped off all her clothes, telling her she needed to be 'purified' – I'm not really sure what that mean, but in her basement there's this cage. San was looked in there for three days straight, no food her only water being that which was thrown over her naked body." Brittany stopped to calm herself the tears rolling freely down her face now. Quinn herself didn't know how to react, she was in Latina had stopped inviting her over and rarely went to her house anymore. "After three days she was taken out of the cage, but god how I wish that was all, her father was there this time and he tied her to a bench, used a whip on her." That was when Brittany broke, and turned into a crying mess Quinn having to hold her to she fell asleep, there was more to the story but the tall blonde was in no state to tell it right then.

And that was why Brittany could handle Santana's problem with coming out.