**** This story will get very dark. Just warning ya hope you enjoy!****
Also EXTREME drug themes and drug abuse, violence rape and more may come
Santana wakes up that morning with a headache and the permeating smell of chemicals wafting through her house. The lab is in the basement and out of use so she wonders what the fuck is going on. She rolls out of bed noticing the half smoked cigarette laying on her comforter inside a rather deep burn hole.
"Not again!" She thinks to herself. The covers are littered with burn holes from years of dipping off with a cig in her hand. "No wonder I haven't set myself on fire yet" she ponders. Thank god for fire safe cigarettes huh?
Lighting up her morning cig, she spreads out a line on her end table next to her bed and snorts her morning line. The drip almost instant. And for a second she forgets about the smell coming from the basement.
Without fixing her hair or anything she runs down to the smell, and what she sees causes her to see red.
"Puck, what the fuck are you doing down here messing with my shit. It's taken me years to perfect this shit and if you fuck it up I swear these will be the last tits you will ever see!"
"Whoa, whoa, Lopez, a little feisty this morning I see. I was just checking on whatever you had brewing since you nodded off before turning off the Bunsen burner."
"Well you could have woken me up first you know I don't like people touching my shit. Tom and Jerry is like my baby. And if you fuck with my baby, I fuck you up."
They exchanged glares before bursting out into a fit of laughter. Smacking him on the back if his head, Santana begins to survey the expanses of equipment and vials. Mentally checking off that all is well. Then she goes back into the "green room" they call it to check on her other babies. 12 plants of various strains from Kush to Northern Lights. She touches each one with a gentle hand, as only a mother would survey a scrape on her child's knee.
"All looks good Fuckerman. You're lucky, now you get to keep your balls."
She continues clipping off the mature buds and hanging them to dry.
She turns and catches him checking out her ass and throws a bag of soil at his head.
"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm gay it ain't gonna change so stop lookin at something you can't have. Go chase that blonde bitch you were drooling over last night."
"What about the blonde bitch you were drooling over last night Lezpez? Did you show her a good time?"
Rage fills her eyes and she doesn't know why she cares but she does.
"She's not a bitch don't call her that. She's the sweetest person I've ever met"
"Wow you do have a heart after all"
"Fuck you. Now if you don't mind I have a date with that certain blonde. Oh and did you get the money off the Asian, cuz if Hudson doesn't get it soon he's gonna hurt Santos, he supplies my ingredients and I supply him with the shit, and if he doesn't get his money. My brother doesn't get to eat, and if that happens your ass is MINE PUCK."
" I went there this morning and scared him. He's definitely getting that money. Santos will be fine San and soon. hopefully free from Hudson's basement."
He snickers at the thought of the face on the Asian junky. "my job is so fun" he thinks to himself.
"see you later Lopez. Good luck on your date with Blondie."
"Fuck you"
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Mind still reeling from the morning ruckus, Brittany decides to prepare for the date with Santana. If she makes the bags she must be the Lopez the guy was talking about. Is she some type of drug lord? If she is it doesn't matter. She could be a terrorist and Brittany wouldn't care. She could be Scarface and I could be her lovely lady. She thinks. Lost in her thoughts she decides to take a shower.
Right before she steps in her phone starts ringing and notices it's Santana.
"Hey there" she says in a seductive voice.
"Hey yourself. How are those bags treatin' you gorgeous"
Brittany blushes at the sexy raspy voice on the other end.
"Treating me very well. I was actually just about to hop in the shower to get ready for our shopping spree."
She can her the other girl gulp on the other end of the line.
"So your naked I take it. Thanks for that image I might have to run over there and take a look myself."
"Hahaha. Pretty cocky I see. But with that body you have, I see you have you have a reason to be."
"I've got a gift for you for when I pick you up. Text me the address and I'll be there in an hour."
With that Santana hangs up. A smile so big you could fit coins in her dimples.
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Santana pulls up to the house in her black camaro with red racing strips on the hood. She texts Brittany to let her know she's outside. Then looking at the house that looks like it should be condemned she can't fathom how something so beautiful can reside in this shanty of a house. Broken from her thoughts she sees her blonde walking out the door. Black skinny jeans, high top converse, and a tight white tank top that puts her cleavage on display. Her Blonde locks flow with the wind and it's like one of those cheesy movies where everything slows down.
"get it together Lopez you're a bad ass not some sappy little bitch" she says to herself. Brittany finally comes to the car and opening the door she smiles that damn smile that makes Santana feel like a stupid hopeless romantic. And she feels something in her stomach but refuses to call it butterflies and settles with taking the feeling as needed another line.
Britt finally gets in and everything in the world seems right again.
"Hey San, I'm so excited to go shopping!"
"Haha. Me too Britt Britt. Would you like a bump to start the day off right?'
"Pshhh is that even a question. I need it since this dude came in this morning yelling and waking me up cuz my roommate mike owes some Lopez lady some money and completely ruined my high."
With that Santana's eyes go wide.
"u-um I'm Lopez. Santana Lopez. But he doesn't owe me that money he owes it to Hudson. I'm just the cook."
"H-holy shit. Why did the guy say your name though?"
"Because people are more scared of me than Hudson because I supply it. If they think they're pissing me off they won't chance it cuz I'm the one who makes it and in turn I'm the one who can take it away."
"ok. At least your honest San. Now let's get going I wanna see you in the sexy panties I'm gonna pick out for you." And adds a wink
"See I told you the name says it all. Sweet AND Wild"
They then each do a line in Santana's Camaro. She has respect for Britt. Most people would gasp at how cool the car is but she just take it in stride and seems more interested in the girl within the car instead.
"Alright Britts let's embark on this adventure
Authors note. Let me know what you guys think. I'm mainly writing for myself and pulling from my own life experiences of drug addiction. but it would be cool to see if any one can relate and if you like the story. thanks everybody
-Leesh Leesh
