Chapter 1: An awkwardly late visit.
Knock, knock on the door. 'Come in' she says in a plain voice, not really caring about who's knocking. She's being trying to do her freaking pre-calculus homework for at least 3 hours and it isn't working. Quadratic functions and Santana Lopez are not the best of friends. But if I want to be top of the pyramid again I have to get better grades, she thinks. I need to be better in everything. I need to be better than Quinn fucking Fabray. That's her goal.
Her mother's hand on her shoulder brings her back to Earth. 'San, honey, there's a boy downstairs asking for you'. Whoa, wait. A boy downstairs? Who in his right mind would come to the Lopez household at… wait, 11 PM? 'What Puck wants this time, mom? Did he tell you something?' Samantha Lopez was about to answer when her only child cut her speech rolling her eyes. 'You know what? Tell him I'm too busy to discuss about which Transformer thingy is better and cooler' and she got her attention back to the quadratic whatever thing. 'Santana, if it would be Noah downstairs I would send him up without ask, like I've being doing it since you were 7'. Santana raised an eyebrow and gave her mother a confused look. 'I don't know this child, but he seems… nice. He told me his mother drove him here while she was on her road to the hospital, where she works and another stuff I really didn't get because he was babbling, he seems a little bit nervous' Samantha answered and smiled. Holy freaking Mother of sweet Baby Jesus. What is Hudson doing here? 'Is he your boyfriend or something?' Samantha asked. 'The hell, no', Santana replied. 'Ugh, what does this moron wants now. Send him up, please. And thanks mom'.
Santana closed her book and sighed loudly while a freakishly tall 16 years old boy wearing the grown up version of Osh Kosh came in. 'I… uh, hi', he smiled. 'Having issues with homew…' 'What the fuck do you want, Hudson? Do you know what time is it? Do you know this is a respectable house where we don't have visitors after 10 during the week? And do you know I'm fucking busy trying to make this God damn homework for tomorrow? So, you gonna say something there Hudson or just stare at me like you're going to fucking throw up?' She came closer, close enough to make him feel uncomfortable. He nodded. 'So, start talking. What the hell do you want?' she said, giving him the worst look she ever gave him. Oh, shit, way to end my life, being murdered by Santana Lopez in her own room. He shaked his head trying to pull himself together. Man up, Hudson. Tell her what you did and… and then you can run or jump out her window. 'I… I… Santana, I… ugh' 'You what? Come on, Finnocence. You what?' 'I… I told Rachel about us and now she wants to kill… us'. Her eyes wide open, she opened her mouth like she was going to say something but she didn't. Santana sighed and sat on her bed. 'You seriously are a full time idiot, Hudson. I'm impressed' she said, looking at him. 'Oh, I know that', he said while he sat just next to her and gave her a shy smile. Those stupid dimples again, damn, Santana thought. 'Let me get you warm milk, cookies and a blanket before you start to cry Hudson, because you look like you're about to. Tonight's gonna be a long night'. He gave her an honest confused look 'Wh-what?' he replied. Santana smirked. 'We need to plot a great plan for you to get your annoying girlfriend back so you can leave and I'll stop dealing with your idiotic self, right?' 'What about homework?' he asked. She laughed. 'I can always skip pre-calc' and she smirked, before to get herself downstairs to get something to eat.
Finn leaned on Santana's bed. It smells sweet… like… candy, he thought. Santana smells like candy. And tastes like candy. Wait. Why, oh why am I thinking about how Santana's lips taste? He mentally kicked himself for thinking about that. Oh God, you're right Lopez, tonight's going to be a long, long night, he sighed and closed his eyes.