Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!

"Dave! You're going 80 on a 70! That's bad driving!" Carly screamed. She was just being cocky to impress her friends, Russell and Morgan, who were in the back seat. Dave was familiar with her two friends. Russell was always really quiet around him, and Morgan wouldn't shut up. She spoke to Dave like she was his mother.

"David! Listen to your sister! If you don't slow down I will tell your mother, and she will not be pleased," Morgan squawked.

Dave had a stack of resumes that he told Carly to hold. She took one out and started reading it.

"Great people skills. Excels in mathematics… blah blah blah… so, are you supposed to lie on your resume?" Morgan then burst out in laughter.

"You are such a little douche," Dave said to

Dave slowed the car down, he was coming up to a red light anyways.

"Russell, man, how do you put up with these two? They're little nightmares!" Dave said, in an attempt to be friendly.

"Um, I don't really know," Russell replied, smiling. The light turned green, and Dave drove into the east end parking lot of the North Hills Mall.

The four of them walked into the mall together. Morgan and Carly were already looking at the numerous things they could spend their money on. Dave felt bad for Russell, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Ok, you guys can go do what you want. Carly, keep your phone on, and call me if you need anything," Dave told.

"Yeah, K, whatevs, bye," she said, trolling off. Thank God their gone. Dave had about twenty resumes in an envelope, which was so much more than he would need. The first store that caught his eye was the Gap. He walked in and headed to the check out counter.

"Hi, excuse me. Who can I give my resume to?" Dave asked.

"That would be me," the man said. He had headphones in, but it was hard to tell under his long, blonde hair. He didn't seem like the management type, but I guess anyone can take it and just give it to their boss. "But to be honest, I'm not so sure you'll be able to get a job here."

Dave expected he would be turned down by some stores, but not discouraged. "Oh, why?"

"Well, positions are already pretty tight, and everybody applies when the summer start's. It's like no one thinks to apply before. It was a miracle I was able to get my job back after I was fired," said the man.

"Why were you fired?" Dave asked. The man hesitated.

"I'm sure you can find it on YouTube somewhere. Anyways, you'll have to leave. I have to deal with customers and some of them get pretty sassy." He took Dave's resume and walked away to do as he said. Dave thought of Kurt after what the man said. He was probably really hard to deal with when shopping. Then again, the stores Kurt shopped at were probably high maintenance, too.

Dave ventured through the mall. He applied at the Olive Garden, BreadstiX, American Eagle, Banana Republic and Famous Footwear. He attempted applying at Abercrombie, but when he gave his resume to the woman she just looked at him like "Seriously?" Dave was hoping not to run into his sister, but it was inevitable when he walked in to Build-A-Bear.

"Seriously!" Carly beamed. Wow, that's the second time I've heard that today.

"You're the devil," Dave said. He handed his resume to the clerk and was beckoned by Carly.

"So, I thought you said Santana was golfing all summer?" she questioned.

"She uh, is. We'll probably be going together soon…" Dave said.

"Then why is she working here at the mall?" Morgan asked.

"She is? Where?"

Dave had never seen a more humorous sight. Santana was working at White Cow Creamery, a local chain of ice-cream stores. Sure, the stuff there was delicious, but the uniforms were just plain embarrassing. Dave walked up to the counter.

"Hey Tany," he chuckled. She knew he was mocking her, but also saw his sister with him, so she played along.

"Oh, hello David. Look! You're just in time, my break starts now," she growled.

"Santana, you've already had two breaks today. None of which were authorized," another woman behind the counter complained. Santana ignored her, and she and Dave went to sit at one of the tables.

"So, why didn't you tell me you got a job here?" Dave asked.

"It wasn't something I thought you needed to know," she remarked.

"Well it would have been helpful. I told my parents you were joining a golf club." Santana's face went red.

"You couldn't have said anything else!" she hit him. Dave just laughed.

"Why did you get a job… here?" Santana mumbled a few words, Dave didn't catch anything. "Say what?"

"…Brittany works here." Dave should have known.

"Congrats. So are you two… together yet?"

"No," she said firmly. "We don't have any of the same shifts. It's a miracle I've kept the job for this long." Santana moaned. "So, what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for a job… my dick of a sister suggested it to my parents," Dave said.

"Oh I see. Why don't you get a job at the 'coolest creamery in Ohio'?" Santana said, sarcastically.

"I totally would, babe, but then people might get suspicious," Dave remarked.

"Oh, please. We're like the most heterosexual looking couple in America. Did you see our moves at the prom?"

"Oh yeah, about that. We can never do that again," Dave told.

"Oh God, I know. It felt so wrong on so many levels," said Santana. "But not as wrong as this stupid job."

"Why don't you just quit?" Dave asked.

"Because Brits would be upset, and that doesn't help me much." Santana's face shrunk down and she slapped her hand over her eyes. Tears were coming from her eyes. Dave understood her pain, he had been their before just as she has, several times in fact.

"You… l-love her don't you?" Dave said.

"More than anything," Santana replied. Dave got up and made her stand. He then continued to give her a huge hug. Santana wiped the tears from her face.

"Th-thank you, Dave. For a guy you really do give amazing hugs," she said. Dave smiled, he had heard this comment before, and he figured it was a good thing.

"I'll see you soon," he said. Santana returned to scooping ice cream. Their recent conversation had given Dave much to think about. He decided that he had applied to enough places, and if no one would hire him, oh well. He gathered up the kid's and they returned to the car. The ride home was slightly more peaceful than before. Well except for Carly…

"Um… Dave, what the hell?" she exclaimed. In her hand was a copy of Cosmo, the issue from two months ago. Morgan and Russell were glaring at him.

"Oh, um… that's… Santana's. Obviously. She like's something to read when we go for long drives." Carly started flipping through the pages. A certain page caught her eyes, and she read it aloud.

"What position is best for you? Circle A, B, C or D. Dave this is filled out…" She continued reading. "Number one: In what way do you like your man to be controlling?" Dave panicked. He snatched the magazine and threw it under his chair. Everyone was silent.

"So…" Dave said. "Are those some new jeans?"