First chapter is short. Don't worry the rest won't be.
2003 - Lima, Ohio.
"You're saving for New York." Santana whispered to herself before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door of apartment 19
She was greeted momentarily by a tall blonde man who held out his right hand and grinned, "Hi, I'm Sam. You must be Santana."
Santana shook his hand and gave a small nod.
"Come on in."
Santana followed Sam to the living room and put the bucket of cleaning supplies she was carrying down on the floor. "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me." She laughed and scanned the room.
There was a stack of about 50 newspapers and magazines in the center of the coffee table, accompanied by a few coffee cups and spilled coffee stains. The wooden floor was noticeably dusty as was the TV stand and the few picture frames scattered around the room and this was just the living room.
"Yeah," He laughed but blushed a little "Britt and I are quite messy."
"Well, that's what I'm here for."
Sam smiled shyly and sat down on the arm chair in the corner. Santana, unsure of what to do, shot Sam a look as if to say "Well?"
"Oh right, um..." Sam begun, "So I won't be here any other week, I just got this Saturday off to introduce myself and go over some things. Brittany, my girlfriend, she will be here some weeks though, but for days she isn't here there's always a key on top of the door so just let yourself in."
Santana nodded. "OK...Is there anywhere you don't want me to go or anything?"
"Oh no, it's fine. As long as you don't go rooting through my underwear drawer and stealing my boxers." He said jokingly, laughing at himself.
Santana let out a sharp laugh "Oh trust me, you don't have to worry about that."
Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Um well anyway, I guess I'll get out of your way for a few hours. If I'm not back when your done, here's your money." He handed Santana 25 dollars and headed for the door.
"You do know I could just take this money and not clean?" Santana said bluntly from behind him.
Sam turned around on his heel.
"Oh, your right maybe I should stay." Sam looked at the floor feeling embarrassed.
"I'm kidding! Besides 25 dollars isn't going to get me much, wait until about week 7 then you should be watching me." Santana smirked and bent down to pick up her bucket.
Sam was now more confused than ever, "You are kidding again, right?"
Santana lifted back up and turned to face him.
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes "just go, stop being so paranoid."
"OK then, see you soon." Sam grinned and made is way out the door.
"Jesus Christ." Santana murmured to herself while placing her free hand on her hip, wondering where the hell she should begin.
After 3 hours of intense cleaning Santana had finally finished. It was a struggle. She thought the living room was bad but once she had seen the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom she wished she would have just stayed there. She didn't understand how two people could be so untidy. It was weird because to look at, Sam didn't look like he lived in a pigsty. And from what she had seen from the few pictures around the house, nor did his girlfriend.
She walked back into the bedroom, the last room she cleaned, to get her polish and rag. She walked over to the bedside table where she had left them and a picture caught her eye. It was of Sam's girlfriend, she assumed it was his girlfriend as she was on all the other pictures around the house with him. She'd noticed the girls obvious beauty on all the other pictures but this one stood out. In the picture, the blonde girl was feeding the ducks in the park, it was took from a distance so the whole of the girls figure could be seen. She was wearing denim shorts so Santana couldn't help but notice her long, toned legs. She looked younger on this picture than all the others, only about 16 or 17, so Santana assumed her and Sam had been together for a while, unless he didn't take this one.
After gawking at the picture for what seemed like to long, Santana made her way back into the living room. She looked around one more time at her handy work and wiped her forehead, silently praying that next week it wouldn't be as messy.
Santana walked towards the door and threw the cloth and polish into her bucket, picked it up and made her way out.
Santana got home and immediately threw herself on the couch. She was on the couch all of 2 minutes before her mother stormed in.
"Santana! Go get a shower, your sweating all over the couch!" Her mother yelled in her thick spanish accent.
Santana groaned "Mommmm. I've just got home, give me a minute."
"No now! Dinner will be ready soon."
Santana forced herself off of the couch and dragged herself up the stairs to get a shower.
After showering, Santana went down to eat dinner with her parents.
"I told you working 3 jobs would be too much, San." Her mother said shaking her head.
"Well Rachel and Kurt have been in New York for a month now and I have to get over there before they get used to me not being there and don't want me to live with them." She replied.
"You'll get there baby, don't you worry." Her dad added. "And you have tomorrow off right? So you can catch up on your sleep, you look exhausted."
"I am." She sighed.
When Sam arrived home, Brittany was already there. She was lying on the couch wearing sweats, with her back to Sam.
"Hey." She shouted as he walked in, keeping her eyes glued to the TV.
"Oh my god." Sams eyes widened.
"What?"
"I haven't seen this place so clean since you moved in!"
Brittany reached for the remote and muted the TV. The blonde sat up on the couch and faced Sam.
"I know, right! You should see our bedroom. I found my leg warmers I've been looking for for the past 2 weeks. Well, I didn't, the girl who cleaned obviously did but she put them in my wardrobe and then I found them!"
Sam laughed "Awesome."
"So what's she like?" Brittany asked moving over on the couch for Sam to sit down.
Sam sat down next to her and threw his arm over her shoulder.
"Oh, she's cool. Not what I was expecting though. But then again when she told me she was 18 on the phone last week I wasn't expecting that either. That's like you being a cleaner, which would just be bizarre!" He said shaking his head.
"I would never be a cleaner, I'm too hot for that! Was she gross looking?"
"She wasn't actually, she was really tan and slim, that's why I said she wasn't what I was expecting."
"So she's hot?" Brittany said, sneakily raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing compared to you." Sam said kissing Brittany on the forehead, "What are you watching?"
"It's a documentary," Brittany said unmuting the TV "It's about cheaters!"
Sam groaned "Britttt, documentaries are so boring. Isn't spongebob on?"
Brittany changed the channel without saying anything and rested her head on Sam's shoulder.
"So where have you been for the past few hours? I thought you had the day off work." She asked him
"I did. I went for a beer with Puck and Finn. We were talking to the bar manager about getting us a gig."
"What did he say?"
"He said they don't do live entertainment but he's going to talk to his buddy who owns a bar in Westerville about getting us a few over there."
"Oh, awesome."
"How about you, how was your day?" Sam returned.
"It was fine," She shrugged. "I don't like it when Mike makes me go in on Saturday's though, he might enjoy spending 7 days a week dancing but I sure don't!"
"You can't really complain though, he did you a favor giving you that job when you graduated."
Brittany huffed "I know, I know."
