I hate Christmas. Fuck gifts. Fuck family. Fuck friends. It's nothing but another Capitalist holiday and I refuse to give in to all the bullshit. The only reason people even talk to each other on Christmas is because they want to see what gift they got. I can buy my own gifts. I don't need to be around the people I barely talk to through out the year, for an entire day. I only came back home for the holidays because I was forced. My campus kicked everyone off the campus so that they could clean the dorms, so lucky me, I get to go back to Loserville...I mean Lima, Ohio.
"Have a Holly Jolly Christmas!" I hear through the walls of my bedroom. Why? Why does my mother have to play this song every fucking year? I crack open my eyes and glance at my phone. 1:03 pm. I need to sleep this entire day away. I groan and push my head inside my pillow to drown out some of this god awful sound people call music. I close my eyes and as I feel my body drift into a beautiful, blissful sleep, I hear my mother open the door. I know its her because no one else would dare be that bold.
"Santana! Felize Navidad! Get up and get dressed. Everyone will be here soon." I groan as her voice moves closer to me. I feel the pillow being lifted from my head and I glare at my mother, which is pretty much useless.
"I don't care about that look. Get out of this bed. If I have to come back in here, I won't be as pleasant." She drops the pillow back on my head and I assume, walks towards the door. I can't see her so I'm not sure.
"Invite your friends over or something. How are you still such a Grinch after all these years? Maybe I should have really gotten you coal as a gift." I hear my door close and I sigh to myself.
What did I do to deserve a family obsessed with this damn holiday? I don't care what happens to me, I will not be fucking caroling with this woman this year! I'd rather climb into the oven and cook myself for Christmas dinner. After contemplating my lifes decisions for a while, I get up from the bed and check my phone.
4 new messages
10:38 a.m. Britt: MERRY CHRISTMAS! Mom says come bake gingerbread cookies with us.
10:42 a.m. Rach: Merry Christmas Santana. Will you be joining us to bake cookies this year?
10:52 a.m. Chang- Chang: Brittany wants to know where you are. You're not dead right?
11:02 a.m. Mercedes: Get your lazy ass up and over here. B is driving us insane.
Along with a host of missed calls. Why are they even bothering me? They know damn well I do the same thing every year, and it's not baking any damn cookies. Why the hell does Rachel even celebrate this day? She's Jewish! I throw my phone on the bed and go take a shower. After I finish dressing, I go downstairs and greet all the people I only ever see once a year, just so I don't hear my mothers mouth about it later. After that, I slip into the basement and grab a bottle of Jack Daniels from my stash, tuck it into my jacket and head back upstairs. I go outside and as I shut the door, I hear the door to my left shut at the same time. I turn my head to see the girl I've been in love with since I was 5 years old. The moment I looked into those hazel eyes, I was a goner. The smile she flashes me completely stops my heart and my I feel like I'm floating away from my body...until I hear a glass break.
"Shit." I mutter as I look down at my feet. I dropped the whole damn bottle. Great. Just fucking great. I hope the house is loud enough that no one heard that. I take a step back on the porch to look at the mess and I feel my right heel slide back on some snow. I try to balance myself as I feel myself falling backwards but then I feel a pair of hands on my hips that push me forward. I take a step forward and look back to see the one person on this earth that makes me feel like...like...my whole existence is to make her happy...if only she'd given me the chance.
"Santana, you alright?" Her angelic voice rings out. I nod my head to bring myself back to reality so that I can actually have a conversation.
"Yeah, thanks a lot Q." I say sarcastically, glancing at the remains of my whiskey bottle. Quinn smirks at me and I sigh heavily. I watch as she moves up the few steps to stand near me.
"Drinking alone?" She asks. Quinn smells like Vanilla. It's always been her favorite scent.
"Only alcoholics drink alone." I say to her.
"So, of course you're drinking alone." She retorts. I feel myself crack a smile and I shake my head at myself.
"I thought you would be plastered by now anyway." She says. I shrug my shoulders.
"You know how my family is, I have to sneak out when I get the chance." Quinn nods.
"They're overbearing but in a good way." I absentmindedly nod my head.
"You owe me some alcohol." I tell her and she gives me a confused look.
"And how is it my fault you're clumsy as hell?" I watch as the snowflakes land on Quinn's black coat and matching hat as she talks to me.
"You distracted me." Quinn smirks.
"I have that effect on people." Quinn flips some of her curls from the front of her jacket to her shoulder. I always loved her with curls.
"Babe, your mom wants us to get lemon juice too." I hear and I glance over to the bottom of the steps to see a guy standing there, at least 6 foot 1 with blonde hair and blue eyes. I hate his perfectly chiseled face already. Quinn looks at him then speaks.
"Okay, I'll meet you in the car." Quinn says and he nods then looks at me with a wide smile.
"I'm Justin. Quinn's boyfriend." Justin comes closer and extends his hand to me.
"So how long are you in town for?" I say turning back towards Quinn.
"Not too long. I'm headed back to California after New Years." She says. I see Justin walk away out the corner of my eye.
"Cool. While you're at the store pick me up a bottle of Jack Daniels, some tea and some of that lemon juice." Quinn nods.
"Don't hold your breath. We should catch up later. Tell your mom to save me some of that cherry pie she always makes." Quinn smiles at me again then walks down the steps and back to her parents house next door. I watch as she gets into the passenger side of a Range Rover truck that's sitting in the driveway and Quinn watches me as the truck reverses from the driveway and pulls away.
I sigh to myself and go back inside to get a broom to clean up this mess. Hm... Maybe I can find something else to drink in here.
It's at least 7 o'clock now and I'm exactly where I want to be. I have a plate of food, a space heater and a bottle of vodka. I will enjoy my solitude in my old treehouse and hope that no one finds me up here. I called and told Brittany I wasn't coming over and I had to deal with the backlash of that but whatever, it's over and I'm ready to forget this day even happened. As I eat some of my food, I hear footsteps in the snow coming towards the treehouse. I stop moving, hoping I'm not heard but soon I hear the person climbing up.
"Go the fuck away! Unless it's mami, then just go away and I did not curse at you." I hear a chuckle as I see a blonde head come through the opening.
"You're still that afraid of your mom?" Quinn says through her laugh.
"Did you grow up with a Hispanic mother?" I raise an eyebrow as she settles in next to me.
"Touche. Is that my pie?" Quinn says as she sits down a thermos then reaches over to grab my slice of pie. I slap her hand before she can pick it up and she retracts it then looks at me.
"Oh, come on! I've been looking forward to this all year!" Quinn reaches over and I slap her hand again, earning me a stern glare which I roll my eyes at.
"No me gusta! I don't see any of the things I asked you for." I say. Quinn rolls her eyes and thrusts the thermos towards me as she grabs the pie and takes my fork. The pure look of joy on her face before she even takes a bite of pie is priceless. I sit my plate down and open the thermos. I take a long sip, enjoying the warmth of the liquid. Quinn made it exactly the way I like it. Perfect mixture of tea, lemon and Jack Daniels.
"This pie is honestly better than sex." Quinn says around a mouth full of pie and I chuckle.
"Probably just the mediocre sex you've been having with your Ken doll boyfriend." I say.
"Jealousy has never been a good look on you San. Just stick to bitchy. It works for you." I shake my head and take another long sip from the thermos.
"That's pretty strong so take it easy." I scoff at her.
"Strong? Maybe for a light weight like you. We pros, gots this." Quinn shakes her head and finishes her pie.
"So how have you been?" Quinn says once she finishes.
How have I been? Well I'm going to school to be an accountant because my parents are forcing me to, the woman I love told me 3 years ago that she'd never see me as more than a friend and I hate my crappy job as a fucking waitress because I make close to nothing.
"Great, life couldn't be better." Was that even remotely convincing?
"You still suck at lying to me." I guess not.
"Seriously Q, I'm good. I'm just trying to keep my head above water." I tell her and she nods.
"No luck in the dating department?" She asks.
"Yeah, we're not going to sit here and talk about my dating life."
"Why not?" She asks and I roll my eyes.
"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" I say and Quinn sighs.
"San...I... " She says. I'm not sure if the alcohol is getting to me, or maybe I'm just pissed.
"Don't, just get out." Quinn looks at me for a while and licks her top lip before looking down at her lap.
"Can I at least know why?" She asks and I narrow my eyes.
"Get out. Now." Quinn sighs then silently leaves. I finish off the rest of my drink in the thermos then climb out of the treehouse, which is not very easy to do while intoxicated. Not one of my better ideas but whatever. I go in the house and stagger past my uncle who is knocked out on the couch, grab my car keys and head back outside. I get in the car and make my way to the closest highway. I just need to clear my head.
I turn up the radio and keep driving, I don't know where I'm going but it doesn't matter right now. I don't even know how fast I'm going. How long have I been driving? I'm getting sleepy. I think I'll take this next exit. I see the ramp for the exit and start to slow down but I don't think I can go from 80 mph to 15mph in 2 seconds. I grip the steering wheel as hard as I can as I feel the car lift from the ground and tumble over the ledge of the highway.
That's the last thing I remember before I lose consciousness.