Chapter 1
Santana POV
"Mom, are you actually serious about this" I whine as I drag my luggage across the squeaky airport floor. "I learned my lesson, no more sex on your bed, can we go home now please". She stops walking causing me to bump into her back "Mija you have the sex drive of 10 horny teenage boys combined I obviously can't get you to control yourself. Your uncle David should be able to whip you into shape". I stare at her dumbfounded until I finally speak up. "Ok I wouldn't say ten, and how the fuck would uncle David help, he's just as much of a womanizer as me, how long am I supposed to be staying there anyway?". She grabs my arm and pulls me along "Language Santana!" She scolds "And you're staying until I feel like having you back home" she shrugs. I scoff and roll my eyes "And when the hell will that be?" She's about to respond, or to tell me to watch my language I'm guessing, before our argument is interrupted by an announcement on the loudspeaker "Flight 20355 to Lima, Ohio now boarding" My mother turns to me and smiles "Well that's you San, have fun but obviously not too much, your uncle will be sending me regular updates on your behavior so don't do anything stupid, Adios mija" she leans in to hug me but I pull back before she reaches me "Yeah whatever, see you when you stop being such a bitch" I can see how my comment hurt her but I turn around and walk towards the gate not giving her a second glance. I board the plane and find my seat "Off to shithole U.S.A" I say aloud, I hear someone chuckle next to me and I look to see who I'll be stuck next to for the next 5 hours. I see a painfully bright looking leprechaun smiling next to me and internally groan. "Lima's not that bad" he giggles. I shrug and give him a polite smile "Kurt Hummel" he says as he sticks out his hand to me to shake. I didn't want to just ignore him so I shake it and quietly say "Santana". I turn back around and look back out the window and think to myself 'Well, I guess taking over shithole U.S.A could be fun for a while'