June 17th
"Noah you'd make my life a lot more simple if you'd just settle down with a girl, I promise it's not that hard" Santana Lopez tells her best friend, Noah Puckerman, after listening for the third time this week about how his night at the strip club went.
"Yeah, yeah, I will. I just have to find the right one" He mumbles into his bite of alfredo. Santana silently chuckles as she looks to her left to make sure Max isn't listening to their conversation.
"Yes well maybe if you stop looking in strip clubs you will" She says with the of roll her eyes. Puck is the best friend anyone could ever have but she gives a silent prayer for the woman who'll have to put up with him.
"Okay so maybe a strip club isn't the best place to look" he shrugs, "but what about you? I don't see you settling dow-"
"Mami I has to potty" Max announces, rather loudly. She can't help the smile that forms on her face at her sons impeccable timing. She so did not want to have that conversation again.
"Okay babe, let's go. Good job telling me" She tells him, making sure to reward his progress so he continues to remember to tell someone when he has to go.
Santana gets out of the booth they're in and allows Max to climb down by himself. She's about to take his hand when he starts to sprint to the other side of the room.
"Maxwell James" She says sternly and immediately his little feet freeze. After she catches up to him she takes his hand and leads him into the bathroom.
"Mijo you can't just run away by yourself like that. I know you have to go to the bathroom but you aren't allowed to run away from me, understand?" Santana scolds him as she helps him zip up his pants.
"I sorry Mami" he says sweetly with a kiss to his Mother's cheek and just like that Santana's anger disperses. "I wash hands?" He asks.
"No buddy, you'll make a mess with the water. I have hand sanitizer back at the table with Uncle Puck" She tells him knowing full well he would only play in the water and get himself wet.
"Okay!" He shouts as we walk out of the bathroom. Before Santana can think about what's happening he's slipped his tiny hand out of her own and is once again sprinting away from her.
"Maxwell James Lopez" Her efforts to stop him fall short when he slams into a woman's legs knocking the water she was holding out of her hands and onto her shirt. She races over to where the two are standing prepared to do damage control.
"I am so sorry" Santana quickly say's as she immediately bends down to grab the now empty water bottle.
"It's absolutely okay" the blonde say's in a soft voice "I mean it's just water, it'll dry" she giggles.
When the Latina finally look up her throat goes dry, not only is the white shirt the woman has on now see through and clinging to her, allowing Santana to see her bra and her very well built abdomen, but she's also one of the most gorgeous persons she's ever seen. And to make it even better, her eyes have to be as blue as they come.
"Mami, I s-sorry" Max apologizes between sniffles, breaking her out of her admiration. As she's about to bend down and scold him for running, again, she's beat to it.
"Hey buddy, what's your name?" The blonde asks sweetly, now bent down and eye level with Max. Santana stands there quietly waiting to see how this play's out.
"M-Max" he sniffles out quietly while looking from the blonde to his Mother to the floor.
"Well guess what Max" She says with a smile.
"What?" Max asks curiously as he leans towards her a little bit. Unconsciously, Santana does the same not knowing what to expect.
"I don't think that you need to say sorry. I think I owe you a thank you" Santana's eyebrows furrow in confusion, this woman must be crazy. "You see, I was really hot just now, and you cooled me down with water!" Her mouth drops open at the excuse and the way that this stranger just managed to get Max from tears to a smile in less than twenty seconds.
"Really?" Max asks, glee overcoming his face.
"Yeah, you're like my superhero now" The blonde exaggerates as she looks up towards Santana for the first time throughout this whole fiasco, and sends her a wink. Santana's pretty sure she's momentarily forgotten how to breathe.
"Wow... like Suberman?" Max asks in disbelief, the same emotion that's running through his mom's veins at this entire situation.
"Just like Superman" The blonde confirms. As she looks up again Santana quickly mouths "thank you" and is met with a small shrug in response.
"Max why don't you go back to the table with Uncle Puck" She tells Max as Puck approaches them.
"Yeah Max-A-Million, we got milkshakes!" Puck tells him excitedly and Santana silently asks Puck what he meant because she knows that they didn't order milkshakes, but he just sends a wink in response and carries Max back to the table, where she can clearly see three very big milkshakes.
She closes her eyes and sigh knowing that Max is never going to go to bed with that much sugar, when she quickly remember that there's still a blonde in front of her, who may or may not start yelling. She quickly grabs a napkin from the table to her right and hands it to her.
"I am so sorry, he ran away so quick I didn't have time to realize-"
"You already apologized, and anyway I told Max not to say sorry so what makes you think you're any different?" She asks with a smirk.
"I- uh- I just-" Santana stutters out, now trying to look at anything but the blondes see through shirt.
"Like I said, I was hot" She says with another wink and Santana is now positive she's having heart palpitations. "I'm sorry, I've got to go but it was nice to meet you..."
"Santana" She tells her quickly, too excited at the fact that she just told her it was nice to meet her, even under the circumstances.
"Well it was nice to meet you Santana" Her name leaving the pale girls lips has her to preoccupied to realize that she's leaving. It's not until she sees her wave and walk out the door that she realizes her mistake.
Santana walks back to the table where Max and Puck are sipping on their milkshakes. Her brain in some kind of daze due to the fact that nothing about that encounter felt real.
"Wow" Puck starts, breaking her from her thoughts, "I was expecting her to at least freak out on you."
"Yeah, me too" She say taking a sip of the melted milkshake. She looks over to see Max still drinking his, while coloring on the kids menu the restaurant gave him.
"Did you get her name? She was like super-hot" He says with his boyish smirk.
"No Noah" She can't help but roll her eyes, not knowing if the annoyance she felt came from the fact that he was right, and she hadn't gotten her name, or the fact that he wanted it. "All we talked about was the water, like normal people" She mutters in annoyance.
"Well she was definitely not normal" He says with the wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Is your mind ever not in the gutter?" She asks, her mouth forming a thin line.
"Oh come on," He laughs " you can't tell me you didn't realize how good looking she was." All Santana can do is roll her eyes again, this time because he's right. "Not to mention the fact that she was definitely checking you out."
Santana's head shoots up at what Puck just said. There's no way, she would have known if the blonde had been checking her out. Maybe she was a little flirty but maybe that's just the kind of person she is.
"No Puck, that's just all you ever see" She tells him, finally remembering to pull the hand sanitizer from her purse. "Even if you were right, I didn't get a name and there are like 8 million people in New York City. The chances of running into her again are pretty much slim to none" She says trying to act indifferently.
"Here babe" She tells Max putting a little drop of hand sanitizer on his hands and helping him rub it in.
"Thanks Mami" He says before returning to his coloring. Santana gives him a warm smile as she runs her fingers through his curly hair.
"I don't know man, fate works in mysterious ways" Puck says with a goofy grin.
"You are such a dork" She tells him just as the waiter comes by with the check "he's got the check" She tells him while smirking at Puck.
Puck huffs but grabs the check. Santana laughs knowing he was going to take it anyway.
"Just think of it as payback for buying Max the milkshake that's going to keep him up forever" She jokes while grabbing her purse and picking Max up. "Bye Noah, we'll see you soon" she tells him with a kiss to his cheek.
"See later dude" Max says as he high fives Puck. Santana silently laughs at the attempted saying that she's positive Noah taught him.
"See ya later dude" He says as he high fives him back. "have a good night San and sorry about the milkshake" He says with an apologetic smile.
Later that night after countless attempts to get Max to sleep Santana has given up. She looks over at him on the couch where he's watching TV and comes up with an idea.
"He babe, what do you say we build a fort?" She asks, it certainly won't help the sleeping issue but neither of them need to be up in the morning so she guesses it's not that big of a deal if they stay up late. She looks at the wall clock hanging to the left and see's that it's already 10:30. Well if the stay up even more late, she thinks.
"Yes!" Santana can see the joy cover his face as he gets down and races towards his bedroom.
"Mijo, I know you're excited but what have I told you about running in the house?" She scolds. They have hardwood floors and she has already had to comfort him numerous times after he's slipped and fallen because of his socks.
"Sorry" he apologizes as he looks over his shoulder and gives his Mother a guilty smirk.
"I swear to God that boy will be the death of me" She say's to herself with the shake of her head. With a face like that he could get away with murder.
After they've finally finished the best fort that Santana has ever seen, although she did build it so she's not surprised, they are finally laying down watching Trolls. She once again looks at the clock and sees that it's now almost 1:00 am. She closes her eyes in a silent prayer that Max sleeps in tomorrow morning.
She looks down to wear he's snuggled into her side and lets out a sigh of relief when she notices that he's finally fallen asleep. She reaches over and grabs the remote to turn off the TV and makes herself more comfortable to try and limit the neck pains she's sure to have tomorrow.
As soon as she closes her eyes the image of a wet blonde suddenly passes through her mind. She finds herself thinking about how the shirt she had on clung to her in all of the right places. Which then leads her to the fact that she hasn't gotten laid in a very long time. She feels Max shift in his sleep and blushes at the fact that she is thinking about all of this as she lays under a fort with her three year old son.
She shakes all thoughts out of her head and pulls her son closer, she's pretty damn happy with the way her life is already. With that thought she falls into a peaceful sleep.