Getting a free ride to college

by callmedallas

Santana needs extra credits to get an UCLA scholarship and finally leave Lima. Since Cheerios isn't an option anymore she decides tutoring some kid. A blonde, green eyed, dreamy football player, romatically linked to her Nemesis - kid.

1. Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything but the storyline. Unfortunately D:

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'Tutoring?' Santana asked, raising an eyebrow.

'Yes, tutoring. You're an A student in almost all your subjects. Tutoring less fortunate students is a good way to get extra credits, Santana' Miss Pillsbury said.

Tutoring… well, it's a win/win situation if you think about it. I get the chance of legally torture someone AND get extra credits, which mean free ride to UCLA and leave this God damn town forever. 'Tutoring, Miss P. Count me in' the Cheerio said.

'Great!' Emma Pillsbury said, clapping and smiling at Santana. 'You need to be at the library at 6 PM, you see, there's this kid, he has issues with English and History because…'

'It's okay. I'll be there. 6 PM. O'clock. Don't you worry'

'His name's S…'

'Yeah, yeah, bye Miss Pillsbury, Cheerios practice' Santana said not really caring about what the counselor was telling her.

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'Hey San! Becky and I are going to Breadsticks after practice, wanna come?' Brittany asked.

'Why are you going to Breadsticks, if Sylvester sees you she'll kill you'

'Oh, don't worry. We'll only get water... WITH ICE :D'

'Oh' Santana muttered. 'I'm sorry Britt, but I can't. I'm tutoring today'

'You? Tutoring?' Quinn Fabray asked.

'I never knew you changed your name from Slutty McWhore to Brittany' Santana replied.

'Don't try me, Lopez. I snap my fingers and you're out of the Cheerios'

'No, don't YOU try ME, Fabray. I snap my fingers and I send your ass 6 feet under ground' Santana said, pushing Quinn back.

'So, San… do you wanna come with Becky and I to Breadsticks?'

'Huh? Britt, weren't you listening?'

Brittany looked around and sighed. 'Not really'

Santana rolled her eyes 'I can't Britt, I'm tutoring today'

'Oh, maybe you can do your twittering thing from Breadsticks? You're always carrying your phone'

'TUTORING Britt, not twittering. It's like… help other people with their subjects'

'Like when you do my Spanish homework?'

Santana smiled 'Something like that, except this time I'll help someone with the homework'

'Maybe we can watch Finding Nemo after your touring thingy later?'

Santana linked pinkies with Britt 'Sure, thing. I'll stop by your house later'

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It's already 6:05, come on whoever you are, hurry up. I don't have all my life to teach you the ABC. He must be probably a freshman, stupid, lame, idiotic freshman.

What was the kid's name again? It was something with S. Sawyer? Sebastian? Seth? Sssssuperman? Santana laughed of her own joke and then she saw him.

Sam Evans.