Author's Note:
So I decided to start a new story, because I just haven't been inspired to continue my last one just yet, which I will someday. But right now this story is definitely going to be my priority, because I have SO MANY ideas on where I want to go with it and what to write.
So I hope you guys enjoy it and please review.
REMINDER: The characters don't belong to me, they belong to Glee writers and creators. Only where I take them is my doing!
SUMMARY: Santana Lopez is fighting a war in Iraq alongside her younger brother Puck. Both joined the marines and never planned on looking back. But what happens when a tragic event forces Santana to return home 4 years later? Will everyone open their arms to welcome her back? How about Brittany S. Pierce? The girl who unknowingly is her baby mama. GIRLPEEN SANTANA.
Chapter One: Staff Sergeant
Iraq: June 6, 2013
"So you still haven't received a letter from "Quinney Poo"? Asked one of the marines while walking along side another.
"No and shut up. I haven't called her that since like my senior year" Answered back the male marine, while shoving the female.
"Yeah which was just last year estúpido, meaning I'm still allowed to make fun of your lame ass for coming up with that retarded nickname!" Taunted Santana as she pulled the boys hat down so that it covered the front of his face.
"Hey!" Exclaimed Puck, pulling his hat back to its rightful place. "I'm not lame. In love is the correct term and don't be mad just cause I actually had the balls to act on my feelings and ended up landing the hottest girl in Lima, more then you ever did. "
"Now now kid don't go telling lies, because both of us knows that one of my balls is bigger than the both of yours combined, so I would put that tongue away baby bro. And sorry to break it to you but Quinn is not the hottest in all of Lima. Brittany is." Stated Santana, obviously.
"Is not!" Argued Puck hitting Santana's arm.
"Is to!" She countered back, hitting him as well.
"Is not!" Hit.
"Is to!" Hit.
"Is not times a million!" Hit.
"Is to times a billion!" Hit.
"Is not times a trillion!" Hit.
"Is to times infinity!" Hit "Ha nothing beats infinity Punkerman!" Taunted Santana shoving Puck away.
"Whatever. At least my girl never fucked me over." He mumbled, causing Santana to stop walking the trail.
"What was that Fuckerman?"
"Nothing Satan."
"Didn't sound like nothing, so repeat it Punk!" Demanded Santana while aggressively shoving Puck.
"No."
"Yes!" Shove.
"No"
"Yes!"
"Guys cut it out, we have to get back to base." Said Finn, another marine part of the squad.
"Shut it Nips I'm talking to my brother!" Yelled Santana, shutting down any kind of peacemaking he was hoping to accomplish. "Now Punkerman, tells me what you said. As your commanding officer I command you to!"
"Now that's bull shit Lopez. Stop always playing the "Higher Rank" card to get what you want from me, it's not fair and it isn't even relevant in this conversation." Groaned Puck, who was always being reminded that here, in Iraq, his sister was his boss.
"It's relevant whenever I say it is Fuckerman, I'm in command not you. I make the rules!" Reminded Santana.
"How can I ever forget? You remind every single one of us guys every fucking day! And we get it already! You're the youngest FEMALE to ever make Sergeant, congratu-fucking-lations! Next story please!" Snapped Puck, leaving everyone with their jaws dropped and silent. No one talked back to Sergeant Lopez, every single one of those men knew it and respected it as life. So to see someone do it with such little restraint or remorse; they were all in shock, including Santana.
"You little ungrateful shit!" Whisper-yelled Santana. "After all I've done for you and you raise your voice to me in front of my fellow Privates and Corporals. I will not tolerate that ever private! Here amongst these men and in this dessert you are not my brother and you get no special treatment! Here you are only PRIVATE Noah Puckerman Lopez! Are we clear on that Private?!" Asked Santana getting in Noah's face, looking him directly in the eyes.
"..."
"I asked are we clear Private?" Repeated Santana, refusing for her authority to be questioned or walked over, especially not by her younger brother in front of her squad.
"Yes." Growled Puck.
"Yes what Private?!" Prodded Santana, making a point out of him, and hopefully a lesson.
"Yes Staff Sergeant!"
"There. Now was that so hard private?" Santana asked rhetorically and tauntingly. "Now forward march! Back to base everyone! In formation now!" She commanded. And back to base they went, in perfect sync, with Santana leading from the front.
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