Chapter 1.
For Santana, starting a new school was worse than…well, anything. You have to face all the looks, all the introductions, all the idiots with dicks trying to hit on her. At her last school she went in wearing overalls on her first day, looking like the queen of all things gay, and she still got hit on. So her conclusion for this school is: One look at her tits, then it's a kick in the balls. It only seems fair. It also means she needs to find a new dealer, which in Lima, bumfuck, Ohio; doesn't seem very likely.
Santana woke up to screaming, which straight away put her in a foul mood. She's Santana Lopez and she likes her sleep, what's wrong with that?
She left the screaming for a minute, waiting to see if her mother would go to her baby brother's room and see to him. Just as expected, Santana heard no movement coming from the room next to hers.
With a groan she forced her legs out from under the covers and pushed herself out of bed. She slowly started to pad her way to his room, pushing her arms over her head and sighing at the cracking noise coming from her shoulders.
Stupid ass baby, I swear he does this on purpose. I'll pound on him when he's older for it. She pushed the door open and walked over to his cot, where he was standing with his arms reach for her over the top of the bars. "Wassup, little Monkey?" She whispered to him when she reached him. Placing her hands under his armpits she lifted him and pulled him to her chest, where he immediately rested his head above her breasts.
"You're totally gonna be a boob man, aren't you?" She mumbled into his hair, inhaling the familiar smell.
Santana grinned slightly when the boy had gone quiet as soon as she had picked him up.
"Let's go get you some food, Monkey." Santana can't remember the last time she called her little brother by his real name; Cruz. I mean really, it's just unfair. What the hell was Mother thinking when she pushed us both out? Santana and Cruz. What the actual fuck.
Once Santana reached the kitchen, she shifted Cruz onto her left shoulder and opened the fridge with her right hand before sighing, "Ok so you can either have Cheese, actually no because that makes you shit like nobody's business. Carrots, an Apple…or some garlic." Santana looked at her brother, who looked back at her with wide eyes, "You take the carrots, and I'll take the apple?" She suggested, knowing that he probably wouldn't answer her.
Santana will always blame her mother for Cruz's lack of speech. She knows he can talk, well as much as a two year old can, but when her mother gets drunk, she gets angry. Santana's 90% sure that she's scared him from talking with how much she would shout at the pair. He'll speak sometimes, when he's happy, or when it's just him and Santana, but other from that…nothing.
Santana placed him on the counter next to where she would be cutting the carrots up and placed a finger on his nose, "Don't move, twerp." She told him, lightly tapping his nose with a smile.
After she had cut up the carrots into small sticks, she put them on a plastic plate and carried both the plate and her brother to the living room, placing them both on the floor and turning the TV on.
"Monk, stay here and watch TV. I'll be back in a minute." The boy didn't even glance at Santana, just nodded as he wordlessly munched on his carrot and watched cartoons.
She quickly ran upstairs and threw on some jeans along with a black vest and a check button up shirt on, then walking over to put some makeup on and fix her hair from the birds nest state that it was currently in. She then nipped into Cruz's room and grabbed some clothes before jogging down the steps and heading towards the living room.
"C'mon Monk. Time to get dressed." She stated to the boy and gently grasped his hands and walked him over to the bathroom. Once in there Santana sorted out both of their toothbrushes before picking Cruz up and handing him his, both of them then continuing to brush in the mirror. "an spit." She mumbled through a mouth full of toothpaste.
Santana then spend the next 10 minutes getting Cruz ready to go to his baby-sitter, since Santana doesn't trust her mother enough to leave him around her.
-XxX-
"Hi, are you Mrs Harrison?" she asked the elderly woman who answered the door.
The woman eyed Santana for a second before glancing at Cruz. "Yes dear! But please, call me Dot."
Santana hated to make a bad impression and rush her on Cruz's first day, but she had to get to her school to get her papers filled out before first bell went, "I'm so sorry that I'm being so quick. My names Santana Lopez, we talked on the phone?" She paused to see if the woman remembered, to which she replied with a friendly nod, "This is Cruz, he's two. He has a slight thing with his talking…he doesn't like to do it. So he more than likely won't, so it's better not to try and force him otherwise he just cries for hours on end. Oh and here's his bag." Santana pointed to the bag on her shoulder.
Dot nodded at the girl and held her frail arm out for the bag. Once Santana handed it over, she bent down to Cruz's level, "Be a good boy, Monk. I love you and I'll be back in a while, Ok?"
The young boy nodded and wrapped his arms around Santana, making a mumbling noise in her ear. She then pulled away and put a guiding hand on his back, gently pushing him towards Dot, who very gently and soothingly took his hand and smiled at him.
"We'll get along fine, little one." She spoke to the boy.
-XxX-
Santana had been sitting in the principal's office for 22 minutes and counting now, he had said that two students would be here to show her around the school. But me no see no people. I mean really, this place is already a pile of donkey shit and it's not even first period yet.
Just as Santana was about to stand up and show herself around the school, she heard the office doors open and heavy footsteps hurry in, "We are so, so sorry!" a small brunette apologized. Holy fuck, check out the girl on that nose.
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that." Oh dear lord what the hell is up with him. He looks like he has gas. If he farts near me I'll wipe that dopey look off his face, I swear on all things Ellen.
"Mmmhmm. Yeah. Whatever. Let's get this show on the road." She brushed off their apologies and walked ahead of the two. "C'mon people. Look snappy." She called behind her.
"Oh well, ok. My names Rachel Berry, this is Finn Hudson. You are?"
"Santana Lopez."
"Great! Now we're all friends we'll show you around the school. McKinley is pretty much one giant loop, so if you get lost, just keep walking and you'll find somewhere you know." Rachel explained using her hands as well as yapping away.
Santana partly listened to the girl as she explained; only taking note of which rooms are which.
"And this is the choir room, which in my opinion is the best place in the school. Especially since the arts are very much under-appreciated. The rooms opposite the choir room are the English rooms. And the room next door is the-the-how do I say this without sounding rude? Erm—"
"Where all the retarded kids go." Finn interrupted her, a proud smirk on his face.
This caused Santana's head to snap towards him. She had blocked out Rachel's stuttering and had focussed in on Finn. "I'm sorry, the what?"
"Y'know, the retards." He repeated, rubbing his stomach slightly where Rachel kept elbowing him, "Ouch, Rach, stop it."
"Then stop being mean, Finn Hudson." She snapped at him.
"Anyway, yeah. They all go in there a lot of the time when they're not in normal classes. Some of them are just weird though. I mean, there's this girl called Brittany, and she just sorta hums to herself, and rocks herself like a child. Plus, she talks to like…nobody. And when she does it makes zero sense. She tried to join Glee once, but all the noises made her flip her shit and run out crying. Oh and she has this weird thing for ducks."
Santana glared at the boy, willing him to shut his mouth but he refused to get the hint and continue.
"Finn! Stop it! Brittany isn't retarded, she has Autism. I can't even believe you'd use that word, Finn." Rachel scolded the taller boy.
"You are just one stupid fucker aren't you, Frankenteen?" Santana said with a snarl. Santana continued talking before Rachel could interrupt, "I think I've got the gist of it, thanks Midget." She said with a small smile towards Rachel, refusing to even look in Finn's direction, and then marched her way through the halls.
Guessing people aren't too open minded here. Great. Let the gayness begin.
So what do you guys think?
At some places it might get a little bit heavy and angsty, but then most of the time it's gonna be…I don't know.
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