Santana Lopez was currently sitting on a very uncomfortable beat up red chair at a cheap coffee shop in New York, New York trying to calm her rage down. Her mother had just told her she'd gotten a new job as business woman in Lima, Ohio that would support them both much better than her current shitty job ever would and they had to pack their belongings and move as quickly as possible. It wasn't fair, she didn't want to just up and leave her life in New York behind. Mama Lopez had no right to do what she was doing, she didn't even ask Santana if she wanted to transfer to another state or not. The decision was made without Santana's consent, that's what pissed Santana the most. What about her all her badass friends? And what about all the ladies she fucked? Well they didn't really matter, but what the hell is Lima? Fuck the world, fuck everything, Santana said in her mind. She was so irritated she started mumbling curse words in Spanish which earned her odd stares from those around her. She didn't give two fucks, they could all go drown and die in dark spoiled coffee for all she cared. You say I'm a kid, my ego is big, I don't give shit, and it goes like this... Santana recognized the song and it was none other than her ringtone. She looked down at her phone and Mami flashed across the screen. Rolling her eyes she let the song keep playing, ignoring her mother's call. Take me by the tongue and I'll know you, kiss me 'till you're drunk and I'll show you. All the moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like Jagger, I've got the moves like Jagger. A few minutes later her phone buzzed. It was a text from her mom.
Maribel: Santana Lopez, contestame el chingado telefono. Te va a ir muy mal si no contestas en los proximo dos minutos. Y cuando digo dos minutos digo dos minutos no mas no menos. (Maribel: Santana Lopez, answer the damn phone. Something bad's gonna go down if you don't answer in the next two minutes. And when I say two minutes I mean two minutes, no more no less.)
Santana smirked when an idea popped into her devious mind. She waited exactly two minutes before replying to her mom.
Santana: No.
The Latina absolutely loved irking her mom. She knew the text would probably cause her mother to go all Lima Heights on her, but it didn't matter. She loved seeing her mom's angry side, it was hilarious. Maribel had no Idea where in the world her daughter was, the younger Lopez simply stormed out her home when her mother revealed the irritating news. But the woman was crazy. She would go around like a mad woman searching for Santana when she wouldn't inform her of her whereabouts. The tanned skin girl was expecting her mom to show up in ten minutes tops. Only five minutes later she saw her mom's tiny proceeding form. That's a new record, five minutes, Santana thought. She pretended not to notice her mother who was standing by her small table with her right eyebrow slightly raised. Santana started rummaging through her phone looking at some very inappropriate pictures.
"Santana, vamonos, levantate." (Santana, let's go, get up.) The older woman was trying to sound what Santana thought was intimidating. Quite frankly, it wasn't. The younger girl kept going through her dirty pictures. Boy, they sure were sexy as hell. There was this one picture where this girl was very sensually biting an apple wearing nothing but a pair of red panties. Santana wanted to annoy her mother even further. She opened up a picture from one of her text messages, it was some random girl who got her number. The picture would most likely make her mother pass out. The girl in the picture was on a bed butt naked with her legs wide open, and a dildo in hand. Santana positioned her phone so her mother could clearly see the masterpiece in her cellphone.
"Santana! Let's go. What are you-Oh dios mio! Put that away!" (Oh my gosh!)
Santana looked up to see her mother's eyes literally bulging out of her eye sockets and her cheeks a shade of red. This never got old. Santana had done this plenty of times before, ever since her mom found out about her sexuality of course. Maribel was very accepting, it was shocking at first but it didn't take long for her to realize that Santana was still her same precious, way too hormonal, but still precious daughter she'd always love. Santana felt very lucky to have her support, although she did wish her mom found out some other way at some other time. After all, Santana was only fifteen when she came out to her mom.
(Flashback)
The time was 6:00pm and Maribel Lopez had just gotten home from work. As usual she didn't expect her underage daughter to be home. But being the worried mother that she was she decided to give her a call. The older Lopez lazily sat on her comfortable couch, kicked off her shoes, and pulled out her Blackberry dialing her daughter's phone number. She figured Santana wouldn't answer her phone so she prepared herself to be sent to voicemail and leave a message. But this time she didn't have to, a familiar ringtone was ringing from upstairs. Could Santana be home? Maribel unwillingly got up from the couch and leisurely walked up the stairs. The ringing of Santana's cellphone ended and instead was replaced with moans and grunts. Maribel came to a halt at Santana's bedroom door and her face went pale, one hundred thoughts of what Santana could be doing in there ran wild through her mind. She braced herself taking a deep breath before placing her hand on the somewhat algid doorknob. Maribel didn't even bother knocking, she busted the door open and her eyes went wide in horror. She stood there still holding on to the doorknob trying to process what she was seeing right now.
"Santana!"
"Mom!" Young Santana quickly reached for her blanket to cover herself and the girl she was being intimate with. She wanted to scream and tell her mom to get out so she could finish what she started, but she decided against it seeing her mom looked white as a ghost.
"Santana!"
"Mom!"
After a few moments of Santana and Maribel having a staring contest and intense awkwardness in the air Maribel spoke up.
"San, I... Could you please tell your friend to head home? I want you downstairs. Kitchen. No more than ten minutes." With that being said Maribel walked out, closed the door, and let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The older Lopez walked down to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Five minutes later she saw the same girl from upstairs shamelessly looking down and still trying to button up her pants exiting the house. She saw the scene play out in her head all over again. Her baby girl butt naked grinding her hips into that girl and... Maribel shuddered. When did Santana even start being sexually active?
Santana dressed herself as quickly as possible, putting on a white tank top and red basketball shorts. Pacing back and forth she contemplated on whether she was going to go downstairs and have a decent conversation with her mother or stay in her room and ignore this happened. The latter was what she wanted to do but it wasn't what she should do. Santana took a deep breath and walked downstairs leisurely taking her time. There was no rush and shit she didn't even want to do this. It was probably best she talk about this, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Santana reached the kitchen and stood in front of her mother who was sitting down on a stool with her hands on the counter-top.
"For a minute I thought you weren't going to come down." Maribel took a sip of her water before placing it back down on the light gray granite counter making sure it made a loud 'thud'. Her daughter stood still, staring at her, not speaking a single word.
"Well? What do you have to say for yourself Santana?"
The silence continued. Maribel crossed her arms and it seemed like forever until the younger Lopez spoke up in a rush.
"I'm sorry mom, I know I should've told you earlier but it just never came up and you're probably so disgusted and disappointed in me and you probably hate me and you're going to disown me, I'm so, so, sor-"
Santana's mom raised her right hand up signaling her to stop her rambling.
"Santana... I don't hate you sweetie, I could never feel that way about you. But you're right about telling me sooner. I don't understand, have a seat and talk to me." The tanned skin girl took a seat in front of her mom slightly shaking.
It was the scared, fragile look on Santana's face that didn't make Maribel freak out about how messy this situation was. All she had to do was listen and keep calm. Listen and keep calm.
"Mom, don't... don't be mad but, truth is..." A deep breath was inhaled by Santana. "... I'm gay."
Maribel's insides were screaming right now. Her daughter was gay? Was she okay with that? Was she not okay with that? How could she not have seen it coming? She gulped.
"Go on..."
"I can't help having feelings for girls that I'm supposed to have about guys. It's just who I am and I've tried so hard not to feel this way bu-"
"How long has this been going on?"
"I-What do you mean?"
"How long have you been intimate with other girls?"
It was Santana's turn for her eyes to widen.
"Um... since I was f-fourteen."
"I see..."
"I was so scared to tell you mami, I thought you'd kick me out, I don't know what I'd do without you and... and I'm gosh, I'm sorry." Tears were cascading down Santana's enigmatic face by now and Maribel could see all the hurt and pain through her daughter's eyes. The older Lopez got up out of her seat, walked over to Santana and embraced her running her fingers through her hair.
"Shh... it's gonna be alright baby. It's gonna be okay..."
(Flashback ended)
(Back at the coffee shop)
"Wha-Mom appreciate the art of it! It's freakin' genius." Santana smirked showing her mom the picture once more.
Maribel rolled her eyes the way Santana did. The younger Lopez had to get it from somewhere. She sat down in front of Santana and narrowed her eyes at her.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to be here? I'm constantly telling you to call me whenever you go out."
"Because I'm pissed as hell. And I'm not ten anymore mother."
"Oh I wish you were..."
Santana rolled her eyes and scrolled through her sexy pictures once more. She found one that was incredibly dirty and clicked on it.
"Mom, wanna see something? It's an amazing necklace I'm sure you'd love. I found it while walking here and took a picture of it."
Maribel's head snapped up and she had her full attention on Santana.
"Did you say jewelry? Let me see it."
The small Latina tried to contain her laughter. She angled her cellphone towards her mom so she could see the dirty picture and almost laughed so loud she sounded like a freak. Her mom's eyes were twitching and she had her mouth hanging open.
"Mother of god, Santana! Come on time to go, I'm not going to sit here and look at those graphic pictures." Maribel swatted Santana on her arm and huffed out of the coffee shop. The teenager stood up chuckling. She looked over at the man in the register who was eying her suspiciously. She was about to flick him off but remembered she hadn't payed yet. She walked slowly with no direction and then ran the hell out following her mom.
"Mom! Mom get in the car! QUICK. Go, go, go!" Santana shoved her mom and practically threw herself in the car.
Maribel looked at her daughter like she was crazy but got in the car nonetheless. This had happened many times before and she wasn't as surprised. Santana probably forgot to pay, or more likely she ditched the place without paying.
"What'd you do this time?"
"Mom drive please. I'll tell you later just drive, DRIVE!"
The older Lopez shook her head and drove away from the coffee shop that they were probably never going to see again. In the distance Santana could see the register man with his fist up in the air looking red and very angry. She laughed and for moment she had forgotten about the whole having to go to another state shit. Until she saw two tickets to Lima, Ohio hanging out from her mom's purse. She slumped in the passenger seat and frowned looking out the window.
"I still don't want to leave. And I'm not going to."
"Honey you have to, whether you want to or not. This will be good for you, for the both of us. I assure you you'll like it there."
Santana scoffed.
"Oh, like right? I'll absolutely fucking love it."
"Santana language. Look be cooperative with me. I know it's going to be hard but when is it not? Now, we're going home to pack up."
"But mom! I don-"
"Shut up Santana."
The moody teenager sighed loudly and fell even more limply into her seat.
Santana Lopez had no idea what Lima, Ohio had in store for her.
A/N: First two chapters are an introduction of Santana and Brittany's lives. So, next chapter you'll get to read all about Brittany :)