AN Hi there! I'm a huge fan of Pezberry, but I've never written anything until now for this ship. I have to say that the idea for this story popped up in my mind before going to bed and I had to write!

I'm italian and I'm good with english, but I think I need a beta for this story. Anyone out there? :D

ps. If you want to know how is Francisco, he's like Gael Garcia Bernal in this photo

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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and the glee clubbers, but I own Francisco (:P)

Chapter 1: San Francisco is back!

I hate my fucking life! And why is Berry talking to me?

"Man Hands, go the fucking hell away! I'm not in the mood to hear your shit!" I bark at her, turning around because I don't want to look at her horrid argyle. One day it'll turn me blind!

"Santana, there is no need to be rude. Furthermore, I was trying to say something of the utmost importance to you. It's something that concern-"

"Stop it, you Spitting-word Machine! Can't you understand when someone is pissed? Now go the fuck away, Little Princess Mermaid!" and I face once again away.

"I did know you were half fish!" says Brittany beside me.

"She's not a fish. She's a Yeti" I say with a smirk plastered on my face.

I love when she is just a minute away from crying! I can't wait to see when she'll brake!

"B-but... I" stutters Rachel.

"Oh! What am I hearing? The incredible Rachel Barbra Berry at a loss of word? It's the world nearing the end?" I laugh coldly with only sarcasm in my voice "I've already said it. Get the fuck away from me, you Raving Rabbid!"

At that, Rachel goes away with a sad look on her face and I smirk with pride.

Well done, Lopez. You've earned a pat on your shoulder! Fuck yeah!

But my moment of glory is cut short by the one and only Quinn Fabray.

"Wasn't it a bit too harsh, Santana?" asks her with a cool look, trying to look as if she doesn't care about Berry.

Tsk. She's going all soft over the little thing. Staying away from the Cheerios is unhealthy for the little Catholic Princess, uh?

"What, Quinnie the Pooh, are you sorry for the Thing? Don't make me laugh!"

"That's not what I... You know! Never mind"

"Of that you can be sure" I say and look at Britt beside me who's trying to understand if Berry is or isn't a half fish.

After some minutes, Mr. S finally dismiss the club and I can go home and drink a little bit of alcohol. Nothing is better than a good bottle of vodka when you're feeling like shit!

As I'm reaching my car, B stops me.

"San, can I come with you today?" she asks me with puppy eyes.

How can a human being say no to something like this! Come on! The world is cruel!

"Yeah. Why not? We can always-" but I can't finish as "Magnet"- I know that no one would have guessed that I like Vocaloid but that is not the point! - blast from my phone.

"Why is Paco calling? I haven't seen him since last Christmas" I think out loud.

"Who is Paco? You're dog?" asks Brittany with a big smile "Charity calls me everyday to see if I'm doing ok"

"No. It's not my dog, B. He's my older brother. You know, Francisco Antonio Lopez? Handsome, brown hair, brown eyes, 5 years older and student at Julliard?"

"Oh! Now I remember!" she says happily.

"Hello Paco!" I say answering the phone. "Why are you calling?"

"Hola, San. ¿Qué tal?" asks the voice at the end of the line.

"Bien. ¿Y tú?" I answer, looking with a smirk at B. She's so cute when she doesn't understand!

"Muy bien. Estoy en casa en este momento. ¿Cuándo vas a volver?"

"Estoy a punto de salir de la escuela. ¡Quiero verte, Paco! ¡Hasta luego!"

"¡Hasta luego, San!"

I put my phone back in the pocket of my jeans and turn around to see a confused Brittany staring at me as if I was green and yellow.

"Hey Britt-Britt. I'm sorry, but you can't come today. My brother is back and I want to spend the day with him. Is it a problem?" I ask her with a gentle voice.

"No. It's fine. But, were you talking with you're dog over the phone? Because they were strange words!" she asks with a frown.

"It was Spanish, little duckie. You know, it's what Mr. S teaches at school"

"Isn't he like one of the people on the show for kids? With his look and the songs and the way he always talks about happy things?" she asks.

"Well. We can say that it's almost true" I say laughing, and not as I usually laugh, it's one of my genuine laugh that only B, and sometime Q, can hear. "Now I have to go. See you tomorrow, B"

"See ya!" she shouts while hugging me.

I walk to my car and I feel my phone buzzing in the pocket.

Quiero presentarte a mi novia hoy. -Paco

What the fuck? My brother, Francisco Antonio I'm-afraid-of-women Lopez has got a girlfriend? And she is at my house? I can't miss that!

I jump in my car and ride home in less than ten minutes. Personal record! I'm awesome!

I enter through the front door like a grizzly and I find myself in front of my brother.

"Look what we've got here! Come here, San! It's been too long, don't you think?" he says, opening his arms for me.

"Indeed!" I answer, hugging him. "So... Where is the girl that stole the heart of my shy brother?"

"She's in the kitchen with mom and dad. You know, having The Talk" he says stressing the last two words.

And you think I am a nerd? Here is my teacher! It's his fault that my room is filled with poster and action figures!

"I guess the eternal duo San Francisco is going to be disbanded" I say with a huge grin on my face.

"Nah. We're always going to be the one and only team San Francisco of the Lopez family!" he shouts with a punch in the air, making me laugh.

As I'm laughing, I look at my brother. The dance lessons at Julliard are tougher than I thought. His body is hot. If he wasn't my brother he'd be totally fuckable. And his hair are a little bit longer than before.

"I like the new hairstyle. It suits you"

"Thanks. It was Rachie idea. She said that like this my persona is more defined, or something like that" he mutters shyly.

Here is my brother. Shy and... Wait. Rachie? Why it reminds me of someone? And that persona thing? No... It can't be. My brother has higher standards. I'm sure as hell of it!

"Francisco! Santana! Come here! Let's have some cake!" calls mom from the kitchen.

As I walk into the kitchen the only thing I can do is shout a big 'What the Fuck' before my mind is clouded by anger.

AN: Cliff Hanger! :D

What do you think? Should I continue with this story? I've got the majority of the plot written down, but I can always change something if the reviewers ask for something different. And I'll try with a longer chapter, but I usually write this much. As for the update, I think that it'll be once a week, but not on a specific day. It depends on the bitch called school. See ya next chapter, folks!

ps. you can use google translate for the spanish part.

-LazyItalianGirl