Wow. I can't believe how many of you guys commented on it within the first 24 hours of uploading it. I'm glad you guys seem to be interested in the storyline!
I created a poll going on g!p or not, and it's looking like most of you guys don't want it. Those of you who do want it, Santana seemed to be receiving the majority of the suggestions. It's currently a tie between people who do want it and people who don't. We'll see how it goes over, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to Glee other than the idea for this story.
Puck was sitting in his 2013 Chevrolet Silverado 2500HD at the front of the school, waiting for his best friend so they could stop for coffee. He was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel to the imaginary beat in his head when Santana pulled open the passenger door and plopped into the seat parallel to his own.
"What took you so long? I showered and got changed in the amount of time it took you to get your books." He faked annoyance, pushing the key into the ignition and started the car. They sat in the car for a few minutes, trying to find a decent radio station. They settled on a pop rock station, and a Paramore song came out of the speakers.
"Some Cheerios asked me to take a picture for them. No big deal." She said as she tugged the seatbelt across her chest and clicked it into the buckle. She still had a faint blush lingering on her cheeks from her previous encounter with Brittany, but she didn't want Puck to notice so she turned to look out the window as he started the short route to the Lima Bean.
"Hold up. You, Santana Lopez, the shyest girl in Lima, associated with the most popular girls in town?" He asked, and jabbed his elbow into Santana's bicep.
"Noah Puckerman, the most arrogant pain in the ass in Lima, knows the word 'associated'?" She growled back, rubbing her arm where Puck had just attacked her.
"Shut up Lezpez." He shot back, and pulled into the parking lot of the small coffee shop. Santana simply rolled her eyes and grabbed her wallet, doubting he had enough money to pay for the both of them.
"Are you trying to out me? Seriously, cut it with the gay names." She said sternly, causing Puck to raise his hands in defeat. The two got out of the truck, and made their way into the café. The line wasn't terribly long, considering it was only around three in the afternoon, and the two scanned over the menu. The line dispersed quickly, and it was their turn to order.
"Welcome to the Lima Bean, what can I get you tod- oh hey, Santana right?" The barista asked, and Santana looked down from the menu on the wall to the person who was calling her name.
"Uh, y-yeah. Hey Brittany." She said nervously, and tried to avoid the look Puck was giving her from her left.
"Hey! What can I get you?" She asked cheerfully. She had changed out of her Cheerios uniform, obviously, and was dressed in a simple black blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows with a pair of cut off white shorts. The green apron hung over the front of her body, and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Santana scrunched her eyebrows together, wondering how the blonde had managed to change and get to the Lima Bean before she did, but shook it off, figuring she and Puck had been in the parking lot a while.
"I'll have a medium Iced Caramel Macchiato." Puck said, breaking the silence. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, silently thanking him. Brittany grabbed a cup from the right of her, and wrote down what he wanted and his name in neat penmanship.
"Alright, and what can I get you?" She asked.
"Uhm- uh, medium Dark Chocolate Peppermint Mocha please." She stuttered out nervously. Brittany giggled and scribbled down her name on the white cup, along with what she was getting.
"That'll be $6.25 please." She said politely, and Puck reached into his pocket and pulled out four single dollar bills and some change. He looked at Santana, pulling out his pockets to signal he ran out of money. She rolled her eyes and handed Brittany a ten, taking Puck's money and shoving it into her wallet.
"Keep the change." She told Brittany, not in the mood to put any more money away now that her wallet was in her pocket. A grin spread on Brittany's face, and Puck elbowed her in the ribs, shooting her a 'what the hell' glare. She shrugged and walked over to the pickup line where they would be getting their coffee.
"Here's your drink Puck. Yours will be done in a second Santana." She called out, and passed Puck his iced coffee.
"Thanks Brittany. 'Tana, I'm gonna grab us a table." He said, and walked off to find a table closer to the open window that overlooked the park.
Santana tugged her lower lip between her teeth, a nervous habit of hers, and awkwardly stood at the counter awaiting her drink. Brittany pulled the sharpie out, and scribbled something on her cup, and handed it to Santana with a smile.
"One Dark Chocolate Peppermint Mocha with extra whipped cream. Be careful, it's hot." Brittany said, as she brushed her fingers against Santana's while handing her the drink. Santana felt her cheeks heat up from the small touch, and it seemed to make a warm feeling spread through her body.
"Thanks for the tip." Santana said, and she took the drink in her hands.
"I could say the same to you." Brittany replied with a wink. Santana's jaw fell slightly and she blinked a few time, not sure what to say. Her cheeks and the tip of her ears were hot, and she kept opening and closing her mouth, trying to form words. She pursed her lips together and nodded her head a single time, tugging her lower lip between her teeth again and looking at the ground.
"Uh- okay." Santana said as she looked up at Brittany, who had an amused smile on her lips, and then quickly averting her gaze to her cup and saw a small heart next to her name. Brittany chuckled, and grabbed a rag from her apron and smiled.
"I have to get back to work now. I'll see you around Santana." Brittany said with a small wave, and walked back to her spot behind the register. Santana let out a long sigh and turned around, walking over to Puck with the objective of smacking the smirk off of his face.
"Mija! Your father is working the night shift at the hospital tonight so I didn't make the empanadas like I planned, but I'm going to order something from that Chinese place in the town square. What would you like?" Maribel Lopez called from the bottom of the stairs at the Lopez residence. Santana plopped the camera onto her bed, and walked over to her bedroom door to look down at her mother.
"Can I have white rice and some egg rolls?" She asked, and leaned against the railing. She changed out of her school clothes and was in a pair of black and red plaid pajama pants, and a black wife beater. Her glasses were resting on the top of her hair, which was tossed into a messy bun. Maribel shook her head with a smile on her face, looking up at her daughter.
"Santana you look like a mess. I never thought I'd have to say this to a teenage girl but take a break from studying." She chuckled, and picked up the house phone to dial the restaurant. Santana shrugged and walked down the stairs, kissing her mother on the cheek and walking into the kitchen to grab a drink.
"Mija, can you run this over to the neighbors for me? They just moved here from Connecticut and I want to make them feel welcome." She asked, and placed a basket filled with an assortment of wine, crackers and fruit into her hands.
"Mami it's almost eight. What if they're all in bed? Plus I'm in my pajamas!" She said, peering at her mother over the top of the basket that nearly covered her face. Her glasses fell onto her nose, and she balanced the basket on one knee and adjusted her glasses with her free hand.
"Oh Mija who cares? Just bring it over like a good daughter." Santana rolled her eyes at her mother's demand, and walked to the front door, slipping on a pair of vans.
"Plus, they have a teenage daughter." Maribel told Santana while wiggling her eyebrows, and Santana widened her eyes.
"Mami! Stop embarrassing me!" Santana squealed, and walked down the steps towards the house to the right of her own. Maribel continued to chuckle once she closed the door, causing a scowl to appear on her face.
She walked the short distance to the house and rang the doorbell. She could hear tiny footsteps running down the stairs, and the door opening. She looked straight ahead and scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion didn't see anyone. She turned sideways, and looked down more, locking eyes with a younger girl with wide blue eyes staring back at her.
"Kylie, who's at the door?" An all too familiar voice called, and Santana froze. She looked up when she saw the girl who has been on her mind since the pep rally standing in front of her, with a little girl clinging onto her leg.
"Santana? What are you doing here? Wait, how did you know I lived here?" She asked, confused. Santana blushed out of embarrassment, and looked at the basket in her hands.
"Well, uh, I live in the house right over there." She said, pointing in the direction of her house. Brittany followed her gaze and smiled, realizing she had a neighbor her own age. Kylie looked between the two teenagers and let go of Brittany's leg, running back into the house.
"I was just- well my mom wanted me to- uh. This is for you. Well, not for you. It's for your parents since there's wine and stuff. I mean, it could be for you since there's some fruit and stuff but uh, here." She stuttered out, and tugged her lower lip between her lips, holding the basket out to the blonde. Brittany chuckled at how nervous the other girl seemed to be, and scooped the basket out of the shorter girl's arms.
"Welcome to the neighborhood." She said, not looking at Brittany directly in the eyes. She rocked back and forth on her heals as Brittany walked inside, placing the basket on the kitchen counter.
"Thanks, for the welcome and the welcoming basket. I'll tell my parents you were here; they just ran out to get some groceries. It's cool you live next door. I'll have someone to hang out with now." She said, leaning against the doorframe and looked down at Santana's attire. Santana's eyes widened. A beautiful Cheerio wanted to hang out with her? She stared at Brittany and blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what she just said.
"Uh, Santana? Are you alright?" Brittany asked, waving her hand in front of the other girl. Santana snapped her eyes onto Brittany's and her face heated up. Holy shit. Was she just caught staring?
"Y-yeah. Sorry I should be getting home. See you in school." She said quickly, and adjusted her glasses. She sent a small smile in Brittany's direction to see her looking at her quizzically. Santana swallowed the invisible lump in her throat, and turned on her heal, walking towards the sidewalk to head back to her house.
"Hey Santana? Don't forget about the picture!" She called after the Latina, causing her to turn around. She placed her hand on the white fence that led to the Pierce household, and smiled shyly to Brittany.
"Alright. Goodnight Brittany."
"Goodnight Santana!" Brittany called from her front door, and escaped into the house once Santana was walking up her own steps.
"Mija, your dinner is on the counter." Maribel called from the living room. She was sitting on the couch with her legs resting on the coffee table, and a light blanket covering the lower portion of her body. She was eating orange chicken with chopsticks, and flipping through channels to find something to watch. She settled for Law & Order, and turned to see her daughter carrying her cartons, chopsticks and water bottle into the living room. Normally they would eat at the dinner table, but it was Friday night and Mario Lopez was at work, so they were having a girls' night in.
"How did everything go?" She asked, and turned to look at her daughter. Santana was looking nervously down at her egg rolls, tugging her lower lip between her teeth. She felt cheeks heat up, and took a sip of her water bottle. Maribel grinned at the sight, and stole one of her egg rolls.
"Hey! I was gonna eat that." She growled, picking up the other one from the plate and taking a bite out of it.
"You never answered my question." She noted, looking over to her daughter. Santana rolled her eyes, and curled into the corner of the couch.
"It was fine Mami. The parents were out at the store so Brittany answered, well, her little sister Kylie did actually. I told her that the basket was for her parents and her if she wanted some of the non-alcoholic things. Then I left and said goodnight." She told her mom, and finished off the egg roll, picking up her container of rice.
"Is this Brittany girl pretty?" Maribel looked at her daughter from the corner of her eye, knowing that her question would have an effect on her daughter.
"¡Ay Dios mío, Mami!" Santana said, and rolled her eyes. She picked up her water bottle and rice container, and stood up.
"Where are you going? It's Friday!" Maribel called after her daughter, but it was useless, she was already halfway up the stairs. She chuckled, knowing the situation her daughter was going through all too well. After all, she had gone through it herself when she met Mario all those years ago.
Yay! There's Chapter 2 for everyone! I hope you liked it. I'm not sure where exactly I plan on going with this story, but I promise it will be filled with cute and romantic situations and then eventually some sweet lady kisses.
What did you all think of Maribel Lopez and her close relationship with her Santana? I thought I would change things up from normal Fanfiction's and have them be close.
This was a really rough week for me, so please excuse any grammatical errors. I came out to my mom this week and she took it well so that's where my focus has been. I didn't have much time to edit because I wanted to get this posted for you guys!
Thank you to everyone who favorite/followed/commented on my story! You're all honestly amazing. Let me know what you think! See you next week!