Cars
Quinn liked her because, "Oh my fucking god…. She's me without the crazy!"
Santana liked her because she kept Ares guessing. It was good for him.
Rachel liked her because she had drive, and goals and dreams.
Brittany liked her because the first time they met, they were sporting matching limited edition Converse sneakers.
In short, Carmen had won the Fabray-Lopez household's seal of utter approval. Even the twins liked her, in their noncommittal sort of way.
"She's alright."
"She makes him laugh. God knows that's near impossible."
Currently, they were at the park taking a million and five pictures before prom. When Ares and Carmen checked their cell phones for the eigth time, Mr. Greene let the off the hook.
"Right…these two want to go to their dance," he said. "We've taken enough to fill three memory cards. Let's let them get to it."
"Bye Daddy!"
"Bye Moms!" Ares called, but Santana stopped him.
She smiled and handed him the keys to the Lamborghini Aventador. "Just for tonight," she said, taking his keys to the Prius.
His eyes widened. "For real?" he squeaked.
"Yes. Please don't drive it like a douchebag."
"I…I won't," he promised. He looked close to crying tears of joy.
"Boys and their cars," Carmen said, shaking her head and smiling.
"Right?" Quinn said. "You two have fun."
"Remember, son…." Mr. Greene said, trailing off.
"Always do, sir," Ares replied with a grin.
"Are you ever going to tell me what that was about?" Carmen asked once they were in the car.
Ares laughed. "His whole 'Touch my daughter and I kill you' talk was…memorable, to say the least. Ready?"
"Always."