I couldn't believe you all thought he was gay I guess this is going to be a huge surprise when you all read this and sorry for such a long wait. Oh and I got twelve reviews on one chapter you guys must really love me. Or this story, but I bet it's me you all love.
She held her brothers hand as tears streaked down his face and he sniffled, Shane was beyond confused, scared and all the other emotions that came with the situation.
"Dude you can tell me anything I swear I won't be mad. Your my bro, I won't tell I promise." She said.
"I hit my head" she nodded "I know this is going to come to light sooner than later." He mumbled.
"Chase your freaking me out dude just say it." She was freight end now.
"Ariel and I were at a party and e-every one w-was doing it so I thought hey I-I've done it before it won't hurt. . . . . . I just I can't help myself anymore." He cried.
Shane sat in the bed next to her brother the two were wrapped in each other's arms crying, he had his head on her shoulder and she brushed his rather long hair to the side.
Santana and Quinn watched from the outside at the two every now and then they'd see Chase's mouth move but neither could make out what they were saying.
"Chase you have a problem and you have to tell mom and Aunt Rachel about this. I don't want you to throw your life away and end up like those guys we seen at the park." She cried.
"Can you hold my hand when I tell them?" he sniffed "Wait now that I'm awake wont the doctors tell them?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll still be right by your side." She assured him.
After talking to the doctor Chase decided that he would tell his parents the truth about what was happening. He loved his sister more than he could ever love anyone in the world, she held his hand when the doctor came in and she held his hand even tighter when it was time to confess.
Santana sat in the chair closes to his I.V machines, Brittany sat at the edge of the bed, and Rachel sat on Quinn's play on the other side of the room.
"Mom, momma, Quinn, Brittany. . . . . . I have something that I won't to tell you guys." They all looked at him "I-I have a problem, and I-I need help." He said not able to make eye contact with anyone.
"What kind of problem do you have baby? Whatever it is we can get you help you're probably just love sick-"he cut her off in the mist of her sentence.
"It's not love! It's not love!" he snapped, making everyone jump and Brittany stands up. "I'm not love sick." He said in a more calm tone.
Santana looked at Brittany then at Rachel who was dabbing her eyes and Quinn who was trying to piece together what was happening.
"I'm an addict, I-I need serious help, I get high constantly I just want help." Santana's heart had stopped beating for a split second. Rachel was balling her eyes out, Quinn looked as heartbroken as Brittany did, but Shane just held her brothers hand and stood by his side.
Santana grabbed him by the gown collar with her left hand and slapped him across the face with her right hand. Shane fell off the bed to get away from her mom's range that was the first time all day she had released her brother's hand. Quinn jumped up to grab Santana off of the boy but she elbowed Quinn in the head when she flung her arm back.
"You want to mess up your life? Then you go right ahead your grandfather messed up his life the same way you're messing up your life. If you want to put that shit in your arm and up your nose then go right ahead, from this point on your no longer my son." She said shoving him back on the bed.
Santana stormed out the room and Brittany followed behind her.
"Can I come see you tonight?" she asked
"Yeah, is something bothering you?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I'll see you in about a half hour or so . . . . . okay bye." She hung up.
Brittany was sitting on the bed watching Santana walk holes into the floor pacing back and forth.
"You're making me dizzy. Santana, Santana stop." Brittany said holding her hand over her mouth.
"Sorry. I just can't believe him after everything I told him about his grandfather you think he'd be smart enough to say "No" to drugs but clearly not my kid. How could he be so stupid?"
"Santana just calm down he's a teenager they do make mistakes. But I think you should apologize to him because what you said was pretty harsh. Not to mention you hit him and elbowed Quinn in the face." She said.
Santana placed her head in brittanys lap, she couldn't think of what to say to her wife so she did what any horny pregnant woman would do she made a pass at her wife.
She kissed Santanas head, her neck, her ear and that spot behind her ear. Santana lift her head up and saw the sexy glint on her wife's face.
"Don't you still have something to show me?" she asked kissing all over the shorter woman's neck.
Santana playfully pulled Brittany on the ground with her and started playfully pulling her clothes off.
Shane walked upstairs to inform her parents she would be out for the night with Amy; she called for Brittany but no answer. She went into the bedroom and they weren't there, it wasn't until she heard a strange huffing noise and checked.
"Mom are you oh, my god." She wailed hurrying out of the room.
Santana smirked and went back to the task at hand.
"Hey you okay?" Quinn asked
"No. I feel like the worst parent in the world." She said.
Quinn huffed because she really didn't know what to say to her wife at a time like this.
"Well he's still our son and you shouldn't feel bad none of us knew this was going on." She said.
Rachel was holding her sons baby picture thinking about how cute and innocent he used to be.
12 Years Ago
Juan Lopez knocked on the front door of the apartment and when Brittany answered he was shocked.
"Is Santana home?"
The last time brittany had seen Juan Lopez he was driving a Audi A4, wearing tailor made suits, two Cuban cigars in his breast pocket, hair jelled down, and smiling so his pretty white teeth.
Santana came to the door and saw the man she had once called her father, he had a head of unruly curls, his teeth were no longer that beautiful white color they used to be, his Audi was now a bike, he wasn't the same dad she had once none.
"Santana hello, how are you?"
"I'm fine, what do you want?"
"I was wondering if you would let me see my grandson. Rachel told me he was where with you this weekend, if you don't want me to see him I understand."
He was turning to walk away but Santana stopped him.
"Wait! He's in the back playing with his trucks, he likes trucks."
They walked around to the back yard and there he was playing with his trucks, smashing the blue one in the red one. Shirtless orange Popsicle staining his chest, his hair recently cut.
"That's him, his names Chase."
He walked over to the young boy and sat down in the grass beside him, chase was so busy playing with his trucks he didn't even notice him.
"Chase say hello"
Chase looked over at the man and stood to his feet. At a young age Rachel had instilled strong manners in the boy just recently turning three he was more polite than most kids his age.
Chase stuck out his hand and introduced himself as Chase Berry Fabray Lopez. Juan shook his hand and introduced himself as Juan Lopez.
"Dis is my truck his name is blue, and dis is my other trucks his name red. Dis one can be your truck we can calls him green." He said passing his grandpa the green dump-truck.
The two played with the trucks, the way they played made Santana a bit jealous her dad had never played with her like that.
"Chase time for lunch."
Chase stood up and said goodbye then walked through the screen door into the kitchen.
"I guess I should leave now."
He was walking towards the gate but stopped when he saw the princess tricycle at the gate.
"Her name is Shane she's three, well she'll be three next month. Yeah I'm like you in a lot of ways two kids born in the same year. You know living the life."
He walked out the gate then walked back in directly infront of Santana.
"I am still your father you will respect me."
All of a sudden Santana didn't feel like that superstar badass she once was she left like that scared teenager she once was.
"Your sister has nothing to do with the reason why you hate me. And you shouldn't want to be like me I messed up my life, your mothers, and most important yours."
Brittany watched from the window as Santana and her dad yelled back and forth.
"I don't hate you because you had an affair I hate you because you're a junkie. You didn't even have the decencies to do that shit elsewhere; you were right in the house shooting up heroin. Can you even remember how many times you overdosed in your office or in your bathroom? And mom; mom was so naïve she would say you were just sleeping."
Juan look was stern and hard and his hands were folded chin in the air looking into his daughters eyes as she spilled out her hate for him.
"Santana I'm sorry okay I shouldn't have let myself get like this, but you can't say there was one thing in this world that you had to want for."
She ran her hand through her hair and cleared her throat, wiped her face and spoke up.
"Yes you have given me every material thing I've ever wanted but all I ever needed was love. And you couldn't give me that."
Rachel's eyes felt foggy from all the crying she had been doing it had been the hardest few weeks of her life. She deeply breathed in Quinn's scent feeling the wait of her body on top of her was amazing. Quinn was so focused on the task at hand she didn't notice that Rachel was staring at her. She could never resist Quinn's sex face it was so cute and it always made her laugh.
Quinn started rocking her body against Rachel's, their kissing became sloppier and the brunette kept pulling away to wipe the excess slobber around her mouth. Rachel's face was screwed in pleasure every time Quinn drove her hips into her pelvis.
Rachel let out a loud whimper when Quinn rolled her hips long and hard into her heated center. Quinn lifted her head and opened her eyes to see Rachel clenching the bed sheets, her lip between her teeth, eyes shut tight like she was trying to rid herself of some unknown pain.
Rachel nodded and released her hold on the bed sheets, her hands returned to the milky skin of Quinn's back, she caressed the shoulder blades, and kissed all over Quinn.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Quinn could feel the emotional toll this was taking on her wife so she decided she would just lay with Rachel and keep her company she knew that her wife shouldn't be alone at a time like this.
Brittany was downstairs eating a sandwich watching TV. Santana came down the steps tears in her eyes she sat next to Brittany she kissed the blonde on the cheek and then the shoulder than the lips. She put Brittany tray of food down and got on her knees in front of her.
"Santana what's gotten into–"
She was cut off by the painfully pleasurable bit to her neck.
"I want you; I need to be inside of you right now. Please baby just let me feel you wrapped so tightly around me."
Santana lifted her wife onto her lap and rolled her hips up into Brittany most private area. Brittany ripped open her wife's shirt, and started attacking her; they were removing their close like they were teenagers again.
Santana stuffed herself deep inside her wife, Brittany eyes shut and she bit down on Santanas lip as she was impaled down on the stiff meat.
"Go deeper San, I wanna feel you for days."
Santana grabbed her hips and pushed them down as she pushed her own hips upward. Now Brittany was shaken her head like a mad women everyday she thanked God that Brittany was flexible.
"Deep enough or you want more?"
Before Brittany could answer or shake her head in response Santana slammed them against the wall Brittany was holding on to every inch of Santana she could find. Santana continuously dropped Brittany down on her cock, until she felt something wetting her cheeks.
"Santana you're crying."
Their movements stopped and Santana sank them down to the floor.
"Santana baby what's wrong?"
Santana was holding Brittany tightly in her lap, she cried to her wife like she had cried the day her father had been found dead of an overdose.
"I. . . . I kissed Rachel again. I'm sorry I just feel so bad about it." She whined.
Brittany just looked at her but Santana couldn't read her facial expression because it wasn't like any other that she had ever seen.
She lifts herself off Santana's lap and put back on her underwear.
"Brittany wait. . . . . . Brittany."
Santana went to the stairs in hopes to catch her wife before that happened. SLAM!
Amy and Shane were sitting at the table eating dinner like a real couple for once it was nice.
"I really want us to try and work and you know be together."
Shane slid her seat closer to Amy and laced their fingers together.
"Okay we'll try together but, first I have to tell you something. . . . . . when I said I didn't love you I meant it at that time but then I took so time and talked to my mom and she help me realize that if you love someone you can. . . . . . . shit I don't know what my mom said I was just thinking about you. I like you."
Amy smiled "I like you too."
The two shared a kiss. "Let's go to your bedroom." Shane said.
Sitting up flicking through the channels he wondered how his life had turned out so wrong. He had for parents who loved him more than ever, two of the best sisters anybody could ask for.
"Chase Lopez hello, I'm Nurse Alison I'll be taking care you today."
He followed the light something he did every day, repeated his ABC's, a few minutes on the treadmill and he was done he wished he'd had somebody to talk to on days like this his mother had disowned him, his mom was disappointed with him and his world was falling apart.
"Hello hey Shane you busy? . . . . . . I was just wondering if you could come and keep me company."
The two hours he had felt he waited was only 20 minutes.
"Hey dude how's it going?"
"Good. You board enough in here?" she asked grabbing an ESPN magazine.
"Well she's really upset with you and me."
"What did you do so wrong?"
She pulled down the collar of her shirt and showed him her newest hickey and smirked, she felt super badass.
"Is that a-no way. Who's it from, wait don't tell me Bradford Michaels? No Steven Fink, Collin Hill?" he was super excited to finally see his sister bending the rules.
"Nope none of those losers could ever satisfy me. This is the work of no other than Amy Henderson."
Chase's eyes were the size of tennis balls he couldn't believe his sister was involved with Amy Henderson.
"Amy Henderson, thee Amy Henderson, captain of the cheerleaders, debate team leader, head of the give a loser a slushy team? That Amy Henderson, are you nuts?" he asked his sister.
This was probably their most comical moment together in a long time.
"She's not like everybody thinks she is she's fun, smart, beautiful, a great kisser, and we have really good sex I never knew scissoring could be that amazing."
They laughed at how goofy this conversation was. Once the laughter died there was just an awkward silence between the two.
"Can you tell me when it started-you know using, w-when d-did you s-start using?"
Chase huffed he ran his hands through his hair.
"It happened the first time about four months ago first it was pills, then once the pills didn't make me happy anymore I-I, I tried heroin that made me feel like shit, I couldn't stop shitting either. So I tried cocaine. Remember all those stories Mami told us about papi and how he was a drug attic and I use to always say I'm never going to do that stuff."
They were both smirking these stupid smirks; it wasn't a smirk of laughter or seriousness.
"Yeah I remember, I don't think you're like him even though I don't know him Mami made him seem like a total asshole. You're not an asshole a dork maybe an asshole no."
There was more silence between the siblings.
"Do you want to get help? And get clean and stuff like that?"
His chest rose and fell with the deep breaths he had been taking; his eyes glazed over with fear, not with fear of his mothers or with fear from any bully but, the fear of his self and his decisions.
"So you must be in the doghouse."
"How'd you know?"
"You only ask me to come to the bar with you when Brittany puts you out, and you're paying so I'm guessing she put you out."
"Yeah she did put me out. I kissed Rachel."
"Oh you did? You know Santana you've manage to get my wife pregnant and now your kissing her. You're my family I'd never do that to you man you're a fucked up friend." Quinn said taking a swing of her beer.
"I'm sorry Quinn, I really am I should have been a better friend to you. Listen Quinn I love you dude I love you so much I'd give my left nut, and I value my left nut the right one is pretty valuable to but you can ask anyone there left nut is most valuable." Quinn watched as her friend held her junk in her hand.
"Okay time to take you home and please let go of your nuts." She laughed.
"Congrats bro, I'm happy for you hopefully your baby don't look like me."
They both laughed.
Okay so here's what happen my internet was cut off so I kept adding on to the story I tried to fit in a lot of things that were happing filling in gaps. Brittany and Santana will be the main focus of the next chapter.
Hope you all enjoyed.
P.S; I thinking about asking my girlfriend to marry me, would that be a good idea?