Driving Miss Santana
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. But I did just find a dollar in my pocket.
Summary: Sam's summer job is to drive Santana around and get paid. He's providing for his loved ones and all the mouth jokes in the world won't make him quit, but he also gets a lot more than he bargained for. By the end, he thinks, they just might be friends despite her insistence that they're not.
Note: Set after Nationals. I guess spoilers for all S2. Awkward Samtana friendship/ Dysfunctional Bam friendship/ Eventual Brittana
Sam really has no idea why he agreed to do this in the first place. He and Santana broke up when she started dating Dave. And now that the truth about her sexuality is out, Sam can't imagine why she wants to hire him. He wants to say, oh, you got your license taken away? Too bad, bitch. But he doesn't. He only smirks when she explains about her various parking tickets and speeding tickets and seatbelt violations. She also mentions something about having a warrant out for her arrest in Florida, but he's pretty sure she made that one up. That's when she surprises the shit out of him by asking- no, telling- him to be her chauffeur.
He's not a total sucker and this sounds like a trap so he has every intention of declining until she starts talking about the pay. Then suddenly, he's interested. But driving Santana around during the day means he can't watch after his brother and sister. She has a solution for that, too. Her nanny– which makes Sam snicker– basically does jack shit during the day anyway so he can drop his siblings off at the Lopez household. Suddenly one hundred bucks Monday through Friday doesn't sound like a bad deal at all.
"Right, so basically anywhere I need to go you take me. You can drive my car, but if you so much as put a scratch on my ride, I will pimp you out to those West Lima crack hoes. My dad will pay you every Friday. And if I call you on the weekend needing a ride, I'll pay extra. Look, we're not friends. You're to call me Miss Santana or Miss Lopez or ma'am. I will most likely call you Fish since a big mouth bass would kill to have lips like yours. Let's get one thing straight; you're gonna earn your twenty dollars a day," Santana concludes.
He has a million questions like why she'd want to hire him when she has a nanny to do stuff for her, but doesn't ask. Sure, it seems like an easy way to make money and all, but Sam wonders if it will be worth all the abuse. Driving his ex-girlfriend around is not his idea of a fun summer. He'll certainly be miserable, but those hundred bucks a week helps his family big time and, despite Santana's best insults, it makes him feel like a man. He's providing for his loved ones and all the mouth jokes in the world won't deter him.
He starts working for Miss Lopez as soon as they get back from Nationals. There's a couple weeks left of classes and it's not too bad for now, mostly just shuffling her back and forth between school and the mall and Breadstix. Of course, she always refuses to sit in the front seat and makes him listen to angry-girl-rock-chick music. It's always too hot or too cold for her and she yells at him to make it right. She lights up a cigar one time and he wonders how she ever fell into that habit.
The real test begins once summer officially starts. Now that his brother and sister are out of school, he has to drag them over to Lima Heights once he gets the call or the text or the occasional facebook message. He finds out later that she almost sprung for walkie-talkies, which he thinks is a little awesome, but his cell is always on. The Lopez house is the nicest on the block and has a swimming pool. Santana's nanny is always super irked to see him whenever he rings the doorbell, but looks after the kids just fine. He knows because they always tell him how much fun they have.
He doesn't have fun. He wonders if she really needs shopping trips three days a week or countless manicures and pedicures or if she's just doing all of this to keep her mind occupied. Once, she makes him drive around the block seventeen times before he can go home. His parents aren't really sure how they feel about him being employed by their least favorite of his former girlfriends, but they can't deny they need the money. His brother and sister aren't bothered by Santana's harshness and thank her every chance they get for letting them use her pool all the time.
It's pretty much what he expected, but what he didn't expect was to see Santana crying in the backseat one early June morning. He's noticed that Brittany texts her frequently, which makes sense considering he thought they were best friends except the texts always put Santana in a worse mood than before. They were inseparable from what he's heard, although he's never really seen a lot of that other than during Rocky Horror. But then again, he was a little preoccupied with Quinn at the time to notice the other blonde cheerleader and her bitchy BFF. Still though, he can't understand why Santana just doesn't ask Brittany to drive her around. She'd probably do it for free and she actually likes Santana.
"Fish."
Oh, damn. Sam forgot that was his nickname. Sam only looks into the rearview mirror, not daring to respond. He sees tears streaming down her face and wonders what a sweet girl like Brittany could have possibly said to make stone-cold Santana cry. But then he thinks it might have to do with the fact that Santana's about as straight as a circle.
"Take me to the Pierce's."
"You want to get something pierced? Cool! Or what about a tattoo?"
"Damn it, Sam! Turn the music down. Take me to Brittany's."
"Whatever you say, Miss Santana."
Sam grins. He finally has a goal for summer: getting Brittany and Santana together.