A/N: Hey, guys! So this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I was reading Purrpickle's story Pieces (go check it out!) and drabble #64 inspired me. I was like, "Hey. I like this. Let's see if I can try to do it any justice." Then, BAM! This was born. I'm thinking of making this multi-chaptered. I don't know, depends. :)
"Papi, please! I promise to be more careful, but don't make me work at Uncle Joe's. It's summer, and I refuse to be stuck in a garage all day! Mami, say something!"
"I'm sorry Santana, but your father's right. Mija, this is the third car you've crashed in the last two months. You need to take responsibility and pay for your own damages now. We will not be buying you another vehicle."
"It wasn't my fault...that damn tree came out of nowhere...," mumbled a defeated Santana.
"Don't worry Santana, your mother and I already set up everything with Joe. He actually has another girl your age working there, so it won't be as bad. You're gonna have a great time, mi niƱa!"
Santana scowled. There was nothing she could do to get out of her punishment. Hopefully, the other girl there would be hot. Was it too much to ask? It's been a while since she got her mack on anyways.
The next day, Santana awoke with a groan. She actually had to start that ridiculous job today. Ugh, Uncle Joe was cool and all, but damn. A whole summer sweating her ass off? Uh, no. Santana Lopez does not do mechanics. Reluctantly, she let her parents drop her off at Joe's.
"Be good, Santana!" And with that, her parents were off. She couldn't even drive herself here; how pathetic.
Ugh. If it weren't for that stupid tree, I'd be sleeping in my bed right now. I swear, the next time I see...
While mentally ranting to herself, Santana turned and stared. Rachel Berry was standing in her uncle's garage? And the girl of the argyle sweaters and tights and put-togetherness was clad in well-worn jeans and a tank top, slathered with grease?
To cover up that the sight of Rachel being butch annoyingly turned her on, she snapped, "What are you doing here?"
Rachel looked up from the car engine she was bent over, smiling in surprise. Grabbing a nearby rag to clean her hands, she fixed her messy ponytail and walked over. "Santana! This is my summer job. You're Joe's niece?"
Oh god. RuPaul was her new coworker.
A/N: I don't own Glee or anything of the sort. Otherwise, Finchel would never exist. And Dianna Agron's sexy ass would still be on the show. Once again, thanks to Purrpickle for giving me inspiration!
