A/N: Check it out from the future. Here's chapter.4 for you amazing people. You're all totally rockin' my world. Just wow, the responses from the last chapter much appreciated! Just a heads up I'm going back to uni this week ): but never fear I have done the math.
There are 168 hours in a week, I only have 10 hours worth of classes for uni this trimester. I work only 9 hours a week and i sleep for about 49 hours a week. I should do maybe 10hours of studying a week and like I may have a social life this time around haha so that leaves like 60 hours of free time for me to update. Haha, see so never fear! I should have at least one update a week.
dreamthatkeepscomingback: Aw, thank you. I'm not a genius, I just have a lot of free time. hehe.
MattyBelkin: Hey thanks (: Don't worry. I confused myself so many times when i wrote it out. A lot of the time i stopped because i forgot what i was trying to figure out. Yeah, well they're not like real COD pjs so much. They're more like just my COD t-shirts that i wear to bed...they're still cool in the end!
my whimsical fantasy: To be honest I haven't actually though who Santana's mom would be if she were from a tv show or etc. But I think you're spot on about Sofia Vergara being Santana's mom. She's got that comedic mom thing to her that i'm trying to portray in Santana's mom. I swear I think i just wrote jibberish...my bad. My brain's shutting down on me, it's been a long day.
whatevergirl87: Damn, you read all 3 chapters in one day? AND you reviewed on all 3 chapters. Massive props to you. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
whippedPuppy-sadPanda: If you ace your math classes because of the equation, let me know (;
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Wow, this is pretty damn long. I'll let you guys get a reading on this!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I own candy, STILL!
Santana was standing by her locker taking out the books she needed for her next few classes when Brittany approached her.
"Hey." Brittany greeted politely.
"H-h-hey." The Latina managed to stutter out. She had been tutoring the cheerleader for two weeks now but she still found herself stumbling over her words every time she spoke to the girl.
Laughing affectionately at the Latina, Brittany started to bounce on the balls of her feet, "Um, so I wanted to ask." She said biting her lower lip, "Do you think you could give me extra tutoring lessons sometime this weekend? We have that algebra test coming up and I really want to do well."
"Uh…ugh…bleugh…uh." Santana started to feel her cheeks turning red; she was really finding it difficult to string a sentence around the beautiful Blonde, "Y-yeah. Sunday ok?" She finally managed to say.
"Well, um. I have motocross practise in the morning. My competitions in a few weeks." The cheerleader replied as she bit her lower lip.
Santana couldn't help but stare at Brittany as she bit her lip. To the Latina it made the cheerleader look utterly adorable, what she would've given just to pinch the girl's cheeks.
"Well, why not just come over afterwards? I'm home on Sundays anyway. Just send me a text when you're on your way, or something." Santana suggested.
"Alright. Thanks Santana." Brittany then bounced off to her next class.
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It was a Saturday morning when Santana sleepily shuffled into her kitchen where both her parents were eating their breakfast.
"Good morning mija." Mr. Lopez greeted from behind his newspaper. Although he often worked long hours during the week, he always kept his weekend free to spend time with his family.
"Ugh, morning papi." The Latina groaned, feeling slightly cranky. Honestly, she hated mornings, she couldn't stand the morning sun when she woke up.
"Why a good morning to you too mija." Mrs. Lopez chuckled from the stove.
"Yes, yes. Morning mami. Oh, I forgot to mention Brittany's coming over tomorrow afternoon."
Mrs. Lopez turned around from the stove and quirked an eyebrow at her daughter.
"Brittany's coming over tomorrow hey?" She said through a smile.
"MAMI! Tutoring. Stop thinking there's something going on between us." Santana protested as she stuffed her mouth with toast.
"Who's Brittany?" Mr. Lopez asked, placing his newspaper on the table as he eyed both his daughter and wife.
"Oh, just this beautiful blonde girl that comes over every day after school when you work. They spend hours locked up in Santana's room ." Mrs. Lopez joked to her husband.
It was now Mr. Lopez's turn to raise an eyebrow to his daughter, "Mija, why haven't you told me about this girl? You know the rules, open door."
Santana just sighed in defeat, hiding her face in her hands, "Papi, like I told mami I'm just tutoring her. We study, that's all."
"I know. I'm just teasing you mija." Her father laughed, "But I just want to make sure you know what you do has consequences."
"What do you mean papi?" she asked looking at her father curiously.
"I'm just saying. I know you're helping her study but also your mami and I aren't blind. If you do choose to take your relationship onto another level you should know that there are consequences."
"What do you mean?"
"We know what teenagers get up to when they're alone. Well, just be safe." Her father said, putting emphasis on the last word.
"What? EW! You cannot honestly think I'm having sex with her?" the Latina yelled, her eyes bugging out of their sockets.
"We're just making sure you know that there are consequences."
"We are seriously not having the sex talk over breakfast." Santana exclaimed, placing her hands over her ears and repeating the words 'la la la'.
"Ah, Joseph stop it. You're scaring the poor girl." Mrs. Lopez said to her husband, lightly slapping him on the shoulder.
"You know what? I'm going over to Puck's" With that, Santana trudged up to her room to take a shower.
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Santana opened the front door the Puckerman residence making her way towards the living room to greet Puck's parents.
"Hey Mr and Mrs. Puck." She greeted giving them a small wave.
"Hello Santana." Both parents said in unison.
"Puck's in his room." Mrs. Puckerman informed.
Leaving the two adults, she quickly made her way up the stairs before entering Puck's room. As soon as she opened the door she was hit with the smell of old socks and left over food. She could see old pizza boxes and soda cans littered across the floor as well as the odd dirty magazine. She curiously picked one up and started to flick through the pages, the women were really attractive and Santana could feel the heat rising within her body.
"So Santana Lopez is just the same as us teenage boys. Raging with hormones." Puck quipped from his bed.
"NOAH! I thought you were asleep." She said hastily, quickly tossing the magazine to the side.
"I was, but I woke up because I could hear your heavy breathing as you perved on those fine ladies in that magazine." He said pointing to the now discarded magazine on the ground.
"Shut up. Go shower we're going for a drive." She said as she left his room.
The pair would often go for drives during the weekends to take a break from everything. They never really had a destination, instead they drove with no real direction until they either got tired or the car ran out of fuel.
Sometimes if they hit a small town they would pretend they were different people just for the laughs. Once Puck pretended to be an upcoming rock star with Santana being his clumsy assistance. They managed to con the coffee shop employees into giving them free coffees and bagels under the pretence that Puck would mention them in his next album.
Another time they hit a small town roughly 3 hours from Lima. They entered the small town's Wal-Mart where Puck gave Santana a list of objectives she had to complete before they left. Making her way to the middle of the store she descended to the ground, lying on her side before kicking her legs so it'd spin her around the ground whilst yelling the words 'whoop poop poop" repeatedly. She then made her way to the baby section and climbed into one of the assembled cribs as she pretended to sleep. Her final objective would've been to talk to a can of tomatoes as if it were a person, but apparently management found her to be a nuisance so they kicked her out before she could fulfil the list.
Santana waited by her car for what seemed to been a lifetime, but in reality it had been 30minutes.
"What took you so long Puck? You're driving." she asked as she entered her car, throwing her keys over to Puck.
"It takes time for me to look this amazing." He answered as he smoothed over his Mohawk.
"Seriously? Thirty minutes to style that landing strip?" she teased.
"Hush Lopez." He said as he revved the engine, driving out the driveway.
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They had been driving for about two hours when Santana told Puck to take the side dirt road.
"Got the gps?" He asked making sure they'd be able to make their way back home.
"Always, it's here in the glove box."
Puck tackled the winding roads like a professional, turning the wheel at the right angles to make all the tight bends at fast speeds. They soon came to a dead end and decided to pull over for a quick rest before heading back.
"Dammit Puck, that was fun and all but look at my car." Santana said as she pointed to her now dust covered Mazda. She could barely see the black under all the brown dirt and dust that plagued her car.
"Well, I guess that'll give you something to do tomorrow." Puck laughed, admiring his handy work.
Yeah, I guess I can clean it before Brittany comes over."
"Wait, she's comin' over? I thought you only tutor her during the week?"
"She wanted extra tutoring."
"Oh, extra tutoring. I see how it is." Puck said as he waggled his eyebrows, slightly nudging Santana with his shoulder.
"Seriously, why does everyone think that something's going on?" Santana asked in frustration.
"She's hot."
Rolling her eyes Santana jumped back into her car waiting for Puck to drive them back home. Two hours later they managed to make it back to Lima, they both said their goodbyes and parted ways towards their respective houses.
When Santana entered the house she was greeted by both her parents who were snuggled in the couch watching movies.
"How was your drive with Puck?" her mother asked, removing her gaze from the television to her daughter.
"It was good." She replied, sitting down on the arm of the sofa.
"Mija, you'll wash your car tomorrow. Right? It looks filthy." Her father ordered after seeing the dirty Mazda enter the driveway.
"I know, I know. Going upstairs to study." She said before kissing both her parents and making her way up to her room.
"That girl studies too much." Mrs. Lopez commented on, watching her daughter as she walked up the stairs.
"Ah, honey there's no such thing as too much studying. She's going to make a fine doctor one day just like us." Mr. Lopez said, tightening his hold on his wife with his gaze still fixed on the TV.
"I think she's maybe over doing it. She needs to experience teenage life, friendship, love and fun." The older woman replied, looking at her husband.
"She does experience all that. She's friends with Noah, we love her and she has fun with Noah and her video games." Mr. Lopez chuckled.
"I know, but she is yet to experience young love. Don't you remember the amazing feeling of teenage love?" she questioned.
"But the heartbreak that comes with it."
"I know, but that will only make her stronger Joseph. I'm just afraid she's missing out." Santana's mother said sadly.
"She's 17, just let her be. It'll sort out itself. You don't want her to hate us for pushing her." He reasoned, kissing his wife tenderly on her temples.
"You're right." Mrs. Lopez said before settling back into her husband's embrace, returning her attention to the TV.
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When Santana woke, it was already midday and the sun was shining brightly, it looked like it was going to be a sunny day. Throwing off the blankets she slowly made her way into her bathroom, taking a shower and putting on a pair of running short shorts and a checked button down shirt with a bikini top underneath. It wasn't her usual attire of sweats and hoodies, but since it was a warm day and she would be washing her car she decided to wear something different. She was only ever comfortable wearing such an outfit in the safety of her own house, she never thought of wearing it out in public.
Grabbing her Black New Era cap and fixing it onto her head, she made her way down to her garage. She backed her car out so it was parked in the middle of her driveway before plugging her iPod into the docking station and turning the volume to its maximum. She chose to have the song "Drop The Girl" by Hit The Lights play on repeat since it was her favourite song for the week.
She proceeded to spray her car with water whilst belting it out to her favourite song.
Drop the girl she's not worth the time
She's wasted on her back dragging other boys into her lies
You know she's no good for you
She'd sink lower than a body in the Hudson could ever do
She watched all the dirt and dust start to melt away from her car, exposing its black paint in the sun. She then started to fill a bucket with water and soap before grabbing a sponge and covering the entire car with soapy bubbles, still singing along to the song.
Drop the girl she's only got it for your heart
She's tried to leave you...
Cause she's all about trying to figure out the breakdown
Whoa...
And you know she'll turn her back on you,
She covers her tracks and buries the clues
She's only set out to burn you
And you know you're better off so c'mon...
Getting on her hands and knees Santana then started to clean inside the rims of her car before moving onto her windows and side mirrors.
Drop the girl... Whooooa
She's the only reason she's got you believing its love
Drop the girl... Whooooa
The bridge is fastly burning so send her down in flames and get up...
Satisfied that every single inch of the car was covered in soapy bubbles she grabbed the hose and started to spray water on her car. As she moved around, she was still singing at the top of her lungs, bobbing her head with the song.
Drop the girl you can taste it on her lips
What's she drinking, who she's been with
Yea she's so turned on (so turned on)
How everything's gone wrong
It's all her fault and you know
She'll turn her back on you
She covers her tracks and buries the clues
She's only set out to burn you
And you know you're better off so c'mon...
Once all the soap had been washed off she then proceeded to grab a cloth and car wax. She started waxing the sides of the car as this would be the easiest job.
Drop the girl... Whooooa
She's the only reason she's got you believing its love
Drop the girl... Whooooa
The bridge is fastly burning so send her down in flames and just
Drop the girl from the highest building
You can when you have to
You gotta see through the scam
Drop the girl... Whooooa
The bridge is fastly burning so send her down in flames and just...
Once she finished waxing the sides and making sure she left no streaks she then moved over to the hood of her car. She bent over the front as she tried to wax the entire hood, this had been a little uncomfortable since her whole body was onto of the hood. Placing a knee on the front, she was able to stretch her body forward to wax the entire area all whilst keeping the front of her body off the hood.
DROP THE GIRL!
Brittany drove her dirt bike over to Santana's house, not bothering to change out of her riding gear. Her bike was covered in dirt from practise but she honestly didn't care, she just wanted to do maths with the Latina. She came to enjoy the subject every time she received help from Santana, the Latina just made the subject more enjoyable for Brittany, slowly becoming one of her favourite subjects.
Throw your pride aside and show your friends some faith
Is there a night where she forgets your name?
Who's got your back when everything's starting to fall right apart again (come on is that what it takes?)
Throw your pride aside and show your friends some faith
Is there a night where she forgets your name?
Who's got your back when everything's starting to fall right apart again...
She could hear the loud music blasting from the garage and Santana animatedly singing along with the song as she parked her bike into the driveway. Removing her helmet she could see the Latina with her knee resting on the hood of her car as she bent over the hood of her car waxing it. It seemed like Santana was unaware of Brittany's presence because she hadn't even turned around to acknowledge the cheerleader.
Brittany couldn't help but notice how toned Santana's legs were and the smoothness of her skin, she wondered why she never noticed how amazing the Latina's body was. She then noticed the Latina's outfit, she was dressed in running shorts that were awfully short, almost leaving nothing to the imagination, a checked button down shirt, which had the sleeves rolled up, and it looked like it was open; she also had a black cap that sat loosely on her head.
Brittany had never seen Santana wear anything besides jeans and loose fitting hoodies, so this outfit to her was surprising, not that she was complaining.
Drop the girl... Whooooa
She's the only reason she's got you believing its love
Drop the girl... Whooooa
The bridge is fast and burning so set her down in flames and just
Drop the girl from the highest building
You can when you have to
You gotta see through the scam
Drop the girl... Whooooa
The bridge is fast and burning so set her down in flames and just
"Santana?" She called out timidly after hearing the song coming to an end.
"Brittany! ?"
A/N: Yep, I'm a little obssesed with the song. There was no reason behind why i chose it, i only chose it simply because i can't stop listening to it. Had it on replay when i wrote this chapter
If there were a lot of mistakes and errors, I apologise. My older brother kept coming into my room trying to read the story so i had to close my laptop screen a lot. He came in at least 8 times while i wrote this chapter aaand he just came in my room now trying to see what I'm doing.
Funniest thing happened at work today, my boss ended up dragging the ladder with the intention of taking it to the rubbish drop off instead of the wheelie bin. She realised when she was almost out the store. She came back dragging the ladder and was like to me, "I don't know why i took the ladder, i was spose to take the wheelie bin." Good day, good day. Hence why I've already started on the next chapter. Should be up tomorrow or the day after (;
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