I open the front door to my house to find my papa zipping up suitcases. Shit, I thought he would already be gone. He whips his head around as he hears me enter the room. "Santana? What are you doing home so early?" He questions with a raised eyebrow. I can already feel the anger building up in his voice. "Um, two girls had a fight in glee club, so dismissed the class" I lie, trying my best for it to sound fluent. I'd have to say I'm a pretty good liar, I once got out of being caught drinking red wine when I was 7 by saying my Aunty had told me it was juice.. but with my papa, it was different. "So, in other words.. you had a fight and now you're being sent home" my papa corrects, giving me one of his stern looks. I nod, and walk past him, heading upstairs. "Santana, you can't just keep avoiding me. I could call up that boarding school and have you sent there whenever I like." My papa shouts after me. "Aren't you gonna be late for your business trip or whatever" I reply, changing the subject so that the guilt is back on him. He doesn't answer me, but I hear him continue packing. Followed by a loud slam of the door. Hmm, so I have 5 hours before I have to get Maya. Might as well watch a movie or something. I scatter a bunch of DVDs onto the floor and scan through them. One DVD catches my eye straight away; it's the video of our last cheerleading finals. I put it on, even though it will probably just make me more annoyed at Quinn. After watching our team perform, I skip it to the end where we were announced as winners. "And the winners are⦠Mckinley High Cheerios!" The announcer calls out to the crowd. One of the reporters walks over to Brittany, Quinn and I. "So girls, how does it feel to win the finals for the third year in a row now?" She asks us. "It feels amazing, we've all worked so hard to get here." Quinn says with a toothy smile. "Yeah, sucked in all you other schools!" I shout out, laughing loudly as I put my arm around Quinn, jumping around with excitement. "It feels almost as good as it did when Lord Tubbington gave up smoking!" Brittany smiles. The Reporter stares at her blankly, before turning back to the camera. "So, that concludes this years coverage of the state cheerleading finals." I can't help but laugh at how the reporter reacted to Brittany's answer. She could say some pretty random things at times. Although, I hate it when people say Brittany is stupid. She's not stupid, she just has her own, different way of thinking. I turn the DVD off and decide on going for a jog instead, to get things off of my mind.
After jogging around the neighbourhood I get bored and decide to do a bit of snooping. I jog down Quinn's street and start walking as I near her house. Wait a minute.. is that trouty mouth's car? I take a closer look and sure enough there's his jacket and lip chap in the back seat. I hear the door of Quinn's house open and I quickly duck behind a car parked across the street. What would trouty mouth be doing at Quinn's house? I hear Quinn's voice and then Sam's. He's saying something about Friday night and she's saying something about a party. As they walk closer I can hear clearer. "So, do you think you could come with me? It doesn't even have to be like a date.. just 'two friends hanging out' " I hear Sam say, chuckling lamely. "I guess so, if my eye has healed by then" Quinn replies, staring at an extremely nervous looking Sam. Sam pulls Quinn over to him and kisses her sore eye. My mouth drops open in shock. Since when did Sam Evans have the balls to do that? And since when would Quinn even let him? This was all too weird.. it's like I've jogged into the Twilight Zone or something. "Sorry about that" Sam squeaks out nervously. "I hope your eye gets better soon. Santana can be a real bitch sometimes" He adds. I resist the urge to jump out from behind this car and give him a black eye too. He has a point though. Of course I can be a bitch sometimes but that's just me. I guess bitchiness just runs in my family. I can't tell if I'm angry at the fact that he kissed Quinn or that he called me a bitch. I mean, I'm not mad that Quinn's kissing someone.. just that she's kissing my ex. That must be the reason for this tight feeling in my chest. Or at least I hope it's the reason..
After witnessing that disturbing kiss trouty mouth planted on Quinn I decided it was time to get out of there. I make it home with an hour to spare before I have to go get Maya. I try my best not to think about Quinn because when I do I start to feel guilty and I don't deserve to feel guilty. She should be. My mind keeps replaying her smirk after Sam kissed her. It was like.. I don't know, like after he kissed her she'd accomplished something? I shake my head to rid the thoughts of Quinn and her stupid new look and attitude. This first day of school had been a disaster and I'd barely even got to talk to Britt. I make a mental note to text her later as I hop into the shower. As I wash out my conditioner it hits me. What if Quinn's using Sam to get back at me? Well she's mistaken. Having my sloppy seconds is not going to make me mad, let alone jealous. She should know by now that if you play games with Santana Lopez, Santana Lopez will play back.. and win.
I make my way to the gate of Maya's school and walk to her classroom. "Sanny!" Maya calls out to me, running up to give me a huge hug. "Hey Maya" I reply, hugging her back. "Where's papa?" She asks me, her eyes looking a little worried. Of course, my papa never tells Maya that he's going on a business trip. He leaves me to deal with it all. "He has to stay at work for a few days again sweetie, but don't worry. I'll look after you." I answer, trying my best not to sound angry. "Oh, okay" She replies softly. My papa always does this. Just leaves us to fend for ourselves. It makes me so upset to see Maya looking this disappointed. I pick up her bag for her and take her hand in mine, heading back out the gate.
On the way home I notice Quinn turning a corner and heading towards us, earphones in and looking down at the pavement. "Well that's just great" I mutter under my breath. "What's great San?" asks Maya. "Ohh, nothing. Let's just walk the long way today, alright?" I reply, grabbing her hand and quickly heading to the opposite side of the road. The last thing I need is to see that bitch again. As we get to the other side of the road I glance over to check if Quinn had noticed. Yup, she did. She locks eyes with me but quickly looks away and I feel a pang in my chest. It's weird not talking to her. She could have at least shouted an insult at me. It would have been better than nothing..
A few hours later me and Maya are curled up on the couch watching The Little Mermaid. I didn't mind that Maya picked a kids movie out because this one always reminds me of the night Brittany and I first kissed..
'Hey Santana, don't you think Ariel is cute?' Brittany says, leaning her head on my shoulder. 'Um yeah, I guess so. I've never really though about it before though' I reply awkwardly. I'd always known Brittany was bi-sexual but we'd never talked about if I was too. 'You're cute too you know, San' She adds, cuddling up to me. I laugh nervously. 'Yeah, I know Britt. I'm the HBIC' I say, trying to sound confident. She looks up at me with her deep blue eyes and my heart starts to pound faster. She starts leaning in, her lips getting close to mine. 'Britt, what are you doing' I whisper. She ignores me and keeps going. I know I should have stopped her then but I couldn't, she had me under her spell. Her lips touch mine and it felt like my whole body was on fire. I'd kissed a lot of boys before but it never felt like this. She slowly pulls away and licks her lips. 'Mmm, you taste like strawberries San' she says, and giggles.
I'm snapped out of my daydream by a knock on the door. "Who would that be, sanny?" asks Maya. "I'm not sure, just stay here and I'll go check" I say, as I get up off the couch and head to the door. I open it slowly to see Puck standing there with a six-pack of beer in his hands. "Hey sexy Mama, you asked for the Pucksters help?" he says in a cocky tone, and steps inside. I remember back to the text I sent him earlier, telling him to pretend he was my Papa when I ring the school. I grab him before he can step into the lounge room. "Puck, hide that beer. I'm looking after Maya," I hiss. He shrugs his shoulders and quickly stuffs it under his leather jacket. Not a good hiding spot, but it'll do. "Hey Puck" Maya calls out as we step into the room. Puck has been my friend since primary school and was like a brother to Maya. "Hey dude" Puck replies, flopping down on the couch beside her. "What's under your shirt?" Maya questions. "It looks like you're pregnant!" She giggles. I shake my head at him, before laughing along with Maya. "Oh, uh nothing" Puck replies quickly, before dashing up to the fridge to hide the beer. I look up at the clock above the fridge. 9:30. "Maya! You didn't tell me it was this late. You've got to get some sleep" I say frantically, before realising I sound like my papa. "Sorry, I was hoping you wouldn't realise" Maya says, with a devilish grin. "Wow, I wonder where she gets that look from" Puck chuckles, and sits back down on the couch. I roll my eyes and walk Maya up to her room to tuck her in.
It's 11:00 and me and Puck are cuddled up on the lounge, watching next top model, drinking and shouting rude things at the television. "Look at that girls eyebrows, yuck!" I slur, pointing at one of the contestants. Puck laughs and takes another swig of his beer. "Hey, can I talk to you bout' something" Puck asks, and I can smell the beer on his breath. "Yeaaaah" I reply, still giggling over the girl's eyebrows. "That thing between you and Brittany.. It isn't serious, right?" He asks, running his hand up my arm. Yes, yes it is my mind tells me. I shake that thought away. "Nope, why?" I say casually. "Remember that night at Finn's party?" He whispers in my ear. I nod slowly, feeling goose bumps rise on my arms. We've always had history, but since this whole 'friends with benefits' thing between me and Brittany, I hadn't even thought about doing anything with Puck. "I just thought you'd maybe want to finish what we started?" He asks, slowly sliding his hand up my shirt. Fuck. I can't be doing this, can I? Any straight girl I know would jump at the chance to have Puckerman groping them. Why don't I feel that way? "Puck" I mumble. "Yeah babe?" He asks, slowly pulling his hand out from under my shirt. I look around guiltily, trying to avoid his eyes. "We can't do this" I say, feeling my cheeks go red. He looks at me curiously. "But, why not?" He asks, looking genuinely shocked. I go to answer but realise, why not? I can't even answer that for myself, let alone to Puck. "I just mean, we can't do this in here" I say, grabbing his hand and leading him towards my bedroom. I lose respect for myself, but it's the only thing that keeps these Brittany or possibly even Quinn thoughts away.
