Try Me, Momma
Hey Guys, this just randomly came to me while I was cleaning my room… Don't ask.. Anyway, this is just a short little one shot. Nothing special. Just for fun Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did it would be bloodier.
Santana's POV
"This is going to be simple Santana just play it cool." I said to myself as I spoke to my reflection in the hallway mirror. "Wait.. Am I talking to myself? Holy crap Santana shut up." I told myself, pointing to my reflection. "Didn't I just do it again..? Oh my god I'm done."
Before I could lose any more of my sanity I stormed down the hallway towards the kitchen. The reason behind why I just committed that dignity-draining act was because I have to ask my mom permission to go to a party. But this isn't just ANY party. This is a SENIOR party.
Normally a sophomore like me wouldn't be invited to one of those but since I'm a Cheerio, they make an exception.
The only problem is that my mother is probably going to be concerned that there will be alcohol and drugs at this party and most likely won't let me go. Yeah I know what you're thinking. What kind of mother does that? Well, mine does.
After what seemed like ages I finally made it to our kitchen where my mom was cooking her famous Triple Cheese Pizza, and by cooking, I meant heating it up in the microwave.
I cleared my throat to get her attention away from the small appliance that read 2 minutes on the tiny screen in the right corner.
She turned to me and smiled slightly, "Hello, mija."
I plastered on my best 'Mommy's little angel' smile and replied, "Hi, mami."
I walked further into the kitchen and sat down at the black bar stool in front of the island in the center of our fairly modern kitchen.
After staring at her with my smile for about ten more seconds a suspicious expression took over her features.
"What do you want?" She took a step closer to the island, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh nothing. I just wanted to tell you I loved you." I gave her another award winning smile.
My mother sighed and looked down. "What did you break and/or steal?"
"Nothing."
"Are you pregnant?"
"No."
"…Did you get someone pregnant..?"
My eyes bulged for a second, "Oh god mother! No!"
She sighed in relief then looked at me again, "Then what is it?"
I chewed my bottom lip. It was now or never.
"Can I go to a senior party tomorrow night?" It came out so rushed I didn't think she heard me correctly.
I knew I was wrong when she gave me the look. The look that read, "Are you frickin crazy Santana? You're only 15! No cute senior boys for you!"
I guess by my defeated expression she figured the conversation had ended because she turned around and continued staring at the microwave as the remaining seconds ticked by until she had her convenient dinner.
No. I wouldn't give up this easily. Blackmail time.
"You know mom, it would be such a shame if dad found out about the special time you spent with Mr. Johnson while father was at the International Cavity Convention."
I saw her body grow stiff as a board and I grinned slyly. Aw hell yeah.
She gulped, "You wouldn't."
"Try me, momma."
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"Have fun at your party."
Short I know but it was just a quick one. Reviews make me happy. Oh and two days ago I got to meet Chris Colfer at his book signing. Now review about my story and your jealousy ;D