AN: here we go again. gotta love Brittany/Rachel moments. And how confused the Lopez rents' are. enjoy. and remember:
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When Santana showed up at Rachel's house the next morning, a silent layer of knowing shadowed them as she held a suitcase and a box. It held the necessary items that would keep Santana alive for a week or so, but Rachel felt the need to comment.
"I'll get the rest later."
Santana dropped the box at their feet, just as the sun began to crawl over the white picketed fences.
"Don't bother. They're dropping it off. They said they love me, but can't associate our family legacy with a lesbian. It drives off customers or some shit."
"You're mother didn't understand?"
"She's the one who helped me pack."
Rachel picked up the box, and motioned her to follow.
"What about your daddy?"
"Who do you think drove me here?" Rachel could feel Santana grinning. "They're going to call your dads later today. They fucking love me, but can't understand where they went wrong. Is there something wrong with me, Berry?"
Shuffling along the foyer, past the darkened hallways, Rachel giggled a bit. "There are plenty of things wrong with you."
Both Hiram and Leroy were out. Neither girl were sure where, but they both knew they'd would be home by noon because there was no note of explanation. That's how the Berry residence works. If there is no explanation, they'll be back in under twelve hours. Other than that, a note would be scribbled, or a phone call made late a night. Rachel was used to it.
"We can share my room for now." Rachel felt her way up the staircase, gripping onto Santana's things with all of her might. "When things calm down, we can set up a guest room for you."
Santana didn't say anything, which was a lot better than the sarcastic question she desired to ask. Instead she unplugged the clock beside Rachel's bed and shut the blinds. Shutting the door, and peeling off her sweater, Santana crawled into bed and remained silent as Rachel started to bustle around.
Rachel was still in her workout clothes, and gave a disapproving look to the Hispanic girl who took up a good section of her bed. The past few weeks proved that the two girls could live together, and be able to tell the tale. At one point, Hiram and Leroy invited Santana to stay the night; she ended up staying for five days.
Needless to say, each friend shared their closets. Sleepovers and random outfit changes were expected when they were all together. Even Kurt left a few things at each house, just in case.
It was barely eight in the morning, but Santana had been up for hours. She had it all planned out. What to say, how to say it, when to say it. She'd make breakfast (which was a miracle all by itself) and prepared herself to perfection.
The time came, as her father sipped his morning coffee, and her mother flittered around looking for her briefcase. She was a stockbroker, he was a doctor.
She had said her piece, and at first not much happened.
She had repeated herself, and came to the decision that they were ignoring her.
"I'm a lesbian."
Nothing.
"A lesbian."
Neither parent flinched.
"HELLO? I'M A FUCKING LESBO!"
They had stayed completely normal, as if they were talking to her about school, or Cheerios or whatever.
Now she was sprawled on Rachel Berry's bed. It was weird, but maybe the fact that the father Berrys were gay made her feel more at home.
Rachel flicked open her phone, sending a mass text to the group.
Shutting off her phone, she moved to lay beside Santana.
They fell asleep quickly.
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Rachel had woken up first, only to find herself being squished unpleasantly.
Bodies were around her, all napping. Santana was still sprawled out, but had Kurt in her arms, who was in between the two girls. Tina was curled up in a ball, in a rolled up position between Kurt and Santana's feet. Mercedes was grasping onto Rachel's ankle, as she snoozed across Kurt, Santana, and Rachel's legs. She used Tina as a pillow. Quinn had ended up at the end of the bed, and had quite possibly the last one to arrive receiving the worst spot on the double-sized bed.
Brittany was the only one missing.
Slouching out of the awkward nap fest, Rachel tip toed out of her room. It was just past eleven.
It was a Monday, so that meant Rachel had a dance class at five, as did Brittany and Quinn. Just a recommended ballet course. She decide that she would skip (yes, skip) the class to be with her family.
There Brittany was, looking innocent as she frantically typed on her phone. One hand clicked at an insane speed, the other held onto her Brittany-the-Cheerio-doll.
"Good morning, Britt."
Her eyes looked slightly dead as the tall blonde glanced up.
"Hello Ray."
They sat in the kitchen, where the most sunlight could be felt in the entire house.
"I hoped you had the sense to use the spare key I gave everyone."
Brittany put her phone done, and began to pet the doll.
"I climbed up the tree outside your window, like Puck does, then I found -"
"Puck has only used the window three times. Its not really his entrance way."
"I also tried to get in from your chimney-"
"We have our chimney closed in the summer."
"I found that out the hard way!"
"How did you get in, Britt?"
"I texted Quinn to open to door."
Rachel sighed happily.
"And where is the key I gave you?"
"Lord Tubbington ate it because he was mad at me for taking away his cigarettes."
Of course he did.
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"Simple, right?"
Brittany held the bright pink marker at the front of the living room. She had a happy, yet serious expression on, and pointed at a large poster/list/picture of what was going to happen that week.
"Why are we doing this?" Quinn mumbled into Kurt's shoulder, and groaned loudly. "I get the party on Friday, but the rest seems useless."
"Shopping is useless?" Brittany threw her marker at Tina's clothes and the Brittany-doll at Rachel. Everyone had gotten dressed after their slumber. Tina had chosen a traditional content-goth chic look. Black fishnets, knee length grey shorts and an oversized concert t-shirt. Rachel had her favorite plaid skirt on, and a solid polo. Her frilly socks peeked out from her Mary Janes.
"Make over is useless?" Brittany stalked up to Rachel first, who wore no makeup. Then Tina who had too much on.
"And most importantly, practice is useless?"
Rachel scrunched up her face in confusion, while Tina scrunched her face kind of insulted.
"We start tomorrow. Shopping starts at noon. Be there."
Everyone moved a tiny bit, and Mercedes was the one to break the silence.
"Be where, Brittany?"
A tiny 'o' appeared on the graceful girl's mouth, as she raised an eyebrow.
To save Brittany from thinking too hard, Santana jumped in.
"We'll meet here. Rach and I are here already, and I'm sure a few of you will be spending the night."
The garage could be heard opening.
"The daddy Berrys are back!" Kurt yelped excitedly. He jumped off the couch and ran as fast as he could away from Brittany's seminar.
Rachel was next, scurrying after him. The others made there way in their own time.
"WE'RE HOME!" Hiram shouted gleefully.
"And apparently so is the rest of the family." Leroy agreed, as the friends traveled into the foyer.
That's what they are, though. Family.