Hey there! This is my first Glee fic, well, my first fic ever so please be kind! Kay, so I have to give a GIGANTIC shoutout to a good friend of mine who, without her, this story never would have been written. Normal-Is-For-The-Boring is the reason why I even started writing in the first place. She even got me to start playing my guitar which I hadn't used in 2 years. She's definitely awesome and I suggest you go read her stories, "Teenage Dream" and "All I Want". Incredible writing that girl does. Basically this whole story I'm writing is dedicated to her. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters, but I do own a pair of awesome Harry Potter inspired glasses from the 3D midnight release of Deathly Hallows!
Title based on song by Marilyn Monroe :]
Santana cut the engine of her black 2011 Mustang GT, closing the door quietly so she wouldn't disrupt the tranquility of her surroundings. She walked around the edge of the cemetery towards a red and black headstone that seemed to be etched into her mind. Just like all the other times she went to that spot, a single tear rolled down her cheek as she read the all too familiar inscription.
HERE LIES CHRISTIE MARIA LOPEZ RIVERA
LOVING WIFE, MOTHER, AND BEST FRIEND
"Be who you are and say what you feel.
Because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." – Dr. Seuss
She came to visit her mother's grave every day since the accident, the memory still fresh in her mind as it had been when she was 8 years old. Every day she would sit and tell her mom how things were at home, at school, and the things that went on during Glee club that particular day. She told her She would tell her about the new songs they had been practicing, the choreography they'd run through, and of course all her fellow glee club members, one small brunette in particular.
"I quit the cheerios, mami. I know, I know, cheerleading seemed to be my life for the past 3 years but I'm not happy anymore. I was talking to Britt last night after I came to see you to see what she'd say. She actually wanted to quit too. You know she's the sweetest person ever and in cheerios she had to not care about anybody." Santana had spent the entire night talking to Brittany about her decision and thought it was a great idea. But she knew Santana had more ulterior motives for quitting the cheerios than just that she was unhappy.
"Rachel sang Firework in glee today after she found out Finn wanted to be with Quinn instead of her. She was amazing. Finn is such a jerk, mami. He doesn't realize what a sweet, caring and incredible girl he had in front of him. She deserves so much better than him. She deserves someone who will love everything about her, someone who would give anything and everything to see her brilliant smile and adorable laugh. Someone like..." Santana sighed, "Mom, I love her but I've been so horrible to her and she'll never love me back." As strong as Santana appeared to be on the outside, she had been left very broken on the inside since the accident. "Sorry about the language, but I'm sick of having to be such a fucking bitch all the time. It's just not worth the stress anymore.
I need to get Rachel to start trusting me enough so i can be her friend, if she lets me. what do you think i should do mami?" around her, the wind picked up a bit, turning the pages of a sketchbook Santana had out until it landed on one particular drawing. It was a sketch of Rachel singing The Only Exception from a few weeks ago. "Okay mom, that was kinda creepy. You're pulling out some of that Pocahontas 'grandmother willow' stuff aren't you?" Santana didn't think it was possible but let herself believe that her mom knew what she should do. "Maybe i should show her my sketch. But what if she thinks it's weird and stalkerish? Wait a second, I'm Santana Fuckin Lopez. I'm not scared of what she might think. That's never stopped me before. Look out, Rachel Barbra Berry. This summer, you and i will become friends and ill prove to you how much better i am than Finnocence.