I Don't Give A Damn
Chapter 1
June 1st, 2022
"Santana, baby, could you get the phone? I'm on a business call," Brittany yells across the small apartment to her wife. Before the phone can go to voicemail, Santana runs to the living room, jumping over a chair and grabbing the phone. When she composes herself, Santana clicks the green button on the phone and holds it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"May I speak to Mrs. Lopez-Pierce?" asks a voice on the other end.
"Speaking," Santana says, and the voice continues.
"Hi, this is Dr. Burton. I just wanted to inform you that, from looking over your last test, congratulations. You're pregnant!" the voice says, slightly excited. Santana screams into the receiver, then stops when she realizes that she probably burst the poor doctor's eardrum.
"Thank you, Doctor. Have a good day," Santana says, and hangs up before the caller can even respond. She jumps up and down excitedly, ecstatic because of the news.
"Tana! What's going on?" Brittany cries from her office. Santana screams again and runs into the blonde's office, pressing the end call button on the desk phone. Brittany gives the Latina a confused look.
"Britts, I just got a call from Dr. Burton. I'm pregnant!" Santana yells, and Brittany's eyes go wide; a giddy smiled spreads across her face.
"Santana! Oh my God, we're having a baby!" Brittany shrieks. The blonde drops the receiver and runs around the desk to pull her wife into a tight embrace. The two hold hands and jump up and down together, elated. "Oh gosh I can't wait nine months! I want him/her to be here now!" Brittany squeals, her blue eyes wide.
Santana laughs at her wife, settling down and sitting on the desk. "Me too, I'm so excited."
"Tana, I'm really happy for us and everything, but I do need to call that client back. I'm pretty sure he's convinced that someone was murdering you," Brittany says apologetically, and shoos her wife out the door. Santana walks away, and she can hear Brittany talking animatedly to her client. She's a little sad that Brittany has to work a lot, but the Latina understands. As she pads back into the living room, Santana splays a hand on her for now flat belly, and wonders what her baby will look like.
September 3rd, 2022
"All right everyone, take out your homework," Santana says to her Spanish class, and the teenagers obediently retrieve their papers for their teacher to check.
"Okay, just hold it up and flip it over," she tells her class, and Santana walks up and down the aisles of the classroom, giving the papers to either side of her a cursory glance. One student, who doesn't have a paper to show her, grumbles some excuse about the dog eating his Spanish binder. Santana ignores him, because he gives that excuse almost every day. When she reaches the front of the classroom, her students put their papers back on their desks and obediently take out their textbooks.
"Today we'll be discussing," Santana begins, writing on the blackboard. "The forms of to be."
When she hears a collective groan from her students, Santana turns around and smiles. "Ay, a bunch of whiners! Trust me, it's simple."
"Easy for you to say!" a boy with long, blonde, bowl shaped hair in the back of the classroom shouts to her. "You're Mexican!"
Santana raises an eyebrow as a warning, looking the boy directly in the eye. She smiles when she quickly thinks of an embarrassing insult for him.
"Watch it, Bieber," the entire class snickers. "Another comment like that and you'll be heading right to detention. With me," Santana says. That shuts the boy up, with the added satisfaction of his irritation. Santana goes on teaching the lesson and before she knows it, forty minutes has gone by.
The bell rings loudly and the classroom empties out in thirty seconds flat.
"Whoa, new record," Santana says to herself. She quickly grabs her books and heads over to lunch, thinking about the salad that she had in the fridge. Brittany had made it for her, and she was so hungry right now. The small Latina pushes open the door to the faculty-dining room and she sits down at a nearby table. After setting down her things, Santana makes her way to the small fridge and opens it. She snatches a brown paper bag out of the cooling receptacle and sits down. Santana smiles when she sees that her wife has left a heart shaped note in the bag for her.
Tana,
Hope you're having fun at school! I made you brownies, because I know you like chocolate. Well, anyway, hope you like them! And I have a special surprise for you when you get home tonite! ;)
XOXOXOXOXOXO
(That means hugs and kisses)
Brittany S. Pierce
Santana's brown eye's light up at the mention of brownies, and disregarding her healthy salad, she eats her brownies. She reads the note again, and giggles, because her wife still can't figure out how to spell 'tonight' correctly.
"Um, hi." Santana hears someone behind her. She turns around in her chair to see a tall, red haired woman standing above her.
"Hi. I'm Santana," she says, and extends her hand to the woman.
"Hi, I'm Cassidy," the woman says, and shakes Santana's hand. The Latina notices the woman has a wedding ring on her left hand. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I don't have anyone to sit with..."
Santana smiles. "You can sit here, no problema." Cassidy smiles and sits down, taking a sandwich out of her lunchbox. "So, what do you teach?" Santana asks.
Cassidy chews her sandwich and then speaks. "I teach Algebra II and Trigonometry. I've only been working here for a week, and I haven't found my way to the lunchroom until today. It's such a busy school, very overwhelming."
Santana laughs. To be honest, that was her the first week of school. "That's true. I've only been here for a month now, but no one even talks to me."
"Really? So I'm not the only one?" Cassidy says, grinning. Santana shoves another forkful of salad into her mouth. "What do you teach?"
Santana chews her salad and then smiles. "I'm a Spanish teacher. I never thought I'd be working with kids, but I didn't know what to major in for college. Spanish is my first language, so I just thought, what the hell!" the woman across from her laughs, nodding her head.
"I've always had an affinity for numbers. I just love math to death."
Santana pretend rolls her eyes. "Well then I guess we can't be friends anymore."
Cassidy laughs, and they continue to talk until the bell rings. Santana waves goodbye to her new friend, glad that she actually made one.
