Family

(Santana)

Do you know what is awkward? Introduce your lover to your parents.

I did this a few times in my life. The first one was in New York with Paul on my graduation day in Stuyvesant. And the bizarre fact in this story was that we broke up right after. I never introduced Puck because he was just a booty call and papi hated him, anyway. Brittany was never introduced because she is family and we never officially were girlfriends. Andrew's introduction was casual. He already met my parents in New York and when I brought him as my date in my parent's wedding party, Shelby didn't give a shit and papi was too drunk after Rachel announced her failed engagement with Quinn.

But then, I was on the way to Lima to answer a call from my parents and I took the opportunity to take Johnny with me and introduce him officially as my boyfriend. Quinn came along because her presence was part of the request packet.

"This GPS must have a problem." Johnny complained while driving, making me open my eyes.

"Are you so disoriented that can't read maps? And why didn't you turn the sound on?" Was it so difficult to track a GPS?

"Driving is not my thing. Driving looking GPS is worse. Driving listening a GPS is the worst."

"You look like a grandma behind the wheel. It's annoying!" He never exceeded the speed limit, a fact that my parents would appreciate, by the way. "By the way, take the next exit and then turn the next right."

"If you complain so much the way I drive, why don't you take the wheel?"

"Because I'm sleepy, I told you." I said. "And I drove 90% of the path."

At one point, my sight began to blur a bit, so I asked Johnny to drive since Quinn was sleeping because she took some Dramamine. All I knew was that she drank too much at a celebration party at Bad Things after they got a huge account with General Motors and because ABC approved the pilot of a new comedy. When I picked Quinn at her place to our road trip, she was half awake, like a zombie. Good for her that her girl was in the other side of the country because Rachel would hate to see her like that: just one more trouble at their already damaged relationship.

I wanted to see when the bomb exploded. I had an interesting conversation with my sister by skype on last Thursday, the day she received the scripts of the rest of the season. Rachel was almost in a panic because at the seventh episode, she and Rom Tyler would have a sex scene: a really hot one. Oh man, it was the same Rom Tyler who kissed Rachel once and Quinn slept with another girl as a payback. Rachel and Rom are good friends, but Quinn hates him with all her soul. I can't imagine how Quinn will react when Rachel tell that Rom Tyler will grab her boobs and have his penis at her ass. Quinn will freak out. Still, I said Rachel to tell everything, including the day this scene will be shot. Their relationship is in crisis, and hide something like that won't help anything.

But the reason why Quinn was with us had nothing to do with Rachel. The biggest reason was Beth. When my little adopted sister knew she wasn't born from Shelby's belly, she started asking too many questions. I bet it was also a school thing. At this age, many kids questioned whether Rachel and I were even sisters. Papi was always of the opinion that it was better to tell the truth, so he and dad told everything to me and Rachel as soon as we was able to understand. It wasn't easy growing up with two dads when most of our friends had a mom and a dad. At school, sometimes it was hell and I put on a fight with some kids because they made petty jokes about Rachel and I and our dads. But knowing all truth helped me a lot.

Rachel and I are twins, but we also are half-sisters. Papi's sperm got one of Shelby's eggs and dad's sperm got another one that created Rachel. Everything happened in a lab, which is weird, but not as much as if it would happen by natural process. Oh! Gross! It's amazing how genetics proceeds. Even though I looks like my aunt Rosa, I inherited Shelby's myopia, her hand shape, blood type, the fact that I can bend my tongue (papi can't do it, but Shelby can and it's a genetic thing), and who knows what genetic diseases she must have passed to me. Rachel looks like Shelby a lot, except for the Jew nose and the less angled clavicle she inherited from daddy.

I remember that my dad invented creative explanations of our birth. He had an artist's soul. Dad invented a play with clay pieces when we were three or four just to explain how we could have two dads and not a mother. Rachel and I already knew what it was artificial insemination in preschool. It's odd thinking about it, but it's true.

We never openly talked about it, but it's not needed. That doesn't change the love I feel for my Berry side. I'm proud to be a Berry, even though genetically speaking I'm Corcoran-Lopez. There is no blood to change that. Genetics doesn't explain love. It also doesn't explain why Rachel was always much more connected to papi. What about Beth? She's six and knows almost nothing. She just has questions and a great imagination. I hope she can understand that family is made by love, not blood.

There was one more reason to go to Lima this weekend: my parents were moving out to Columbus. Papi accepted an opportunity to join the team of surgeons from Mt. Carmel, which was a great hospital with more resources and a better salary. At Lima, he was almost a hero working with a minimal team, treating complicated cases with basic equipments and nothing more. Papi became a reference of general surgery, but he was getting tired, and older. This new job will give him more time for his family and he will resume his research on improvements in surgery in diabetic people funded by OSU. He was even thinking on teach there after quit the hospital life. Shelby will finish her contract at Carmel High after move to Columbus with Beth. Shelby is smart and she's already talking with others schools and even with OSU's Theatre School to teach there. She could do it, for sure. Shelby studied at The Barrow Group in New York and did a four-week musical theatre workshop at New York Film Academy, she had a small career on Broadway, she taught theatre and coach glee clubs mostly in High Schools, she's five times national champ coaching Glee Clubs. I'm sure she will be hire anytime.

Until then, hard work: they will buy a new home, reform, move in, Beth will be enrolled in a new school. My main task here was to help my parents to do some math and let my parents know what I would keep, donate or throw away. We've been living in New York for five years, but Rachel and I still have a lot of things at that house: toys, school stuffs, kid's stuffs, our room's stuffs, cds, books, dvds, our bikes, and collections of everything…

Since I was in Lima, I would take some time visiting abuela, who wasn't well. Papi reported sadly, there wasn't much to do in her case. Papi was a doctor with some interesting ideas. He said that there was no medicine to fight against our own body program. He supported the theory that each born with a certain time. What happened was the route of accidents, as the one that took daddy away, unexpected illnesses, violence, and suicide. And about suicide, papi means whatever we consciously do to damage our own body: drugs, too much alcohol, junk food, sedentary life, risky sex life, etc. So, it's not just about shoot yourself in the head.

Abuela has a degenerative disease at an advanced stage and all we could do is provide her comfort and a worthy end. I knew she was even weaker than the last time I saw her. Papi provided a suitable room at aunt Maria's house for someone in her condition. Abuela had a proper bed and a nurse. She had all the necessary assistance to ensure all maximum comfort at the end of her life. Abuela is the strongest female presence of my life. She's the one who helped most papi and daddy taking care of me and Rachel and some of my most precious memories of my childhood were by her side, at that great backyard. Knowing that she's dying makes me cry all the time.

"Turn the next right." I told Johnny.

We took the main avenue in Lima's downtown and then rounded the old S. Pine to get into my neighborhood. I gave the latest directions to Johnny until we reach the large two-story house.

"Is it here?" Johnny was pale.

"Welcome to the old Berry-Lopez home."

"Good!" He parked the car in front of the garage. Despite our small discussions, I found his jitters cute. I kissed him on his lips before getting off the car and open the back door. "Quinn, stop drooling on that pillow!"

She woke with a start and stood blinking for some time as anyone who would wake up as soon as possible. She ran her hand through her hair, searched the water bottle and took a good huge sup before getting off the car. Thus, three of us went to the porch and rang the bell. Two seconds later Shelby answered.

"Santana!" She said in an exaggerated way and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Johnny was awkwardly shy. Quinn arrived disheveled carrying the two pillows and suddenly I was being introduced to two strangers. They were two women watched us curiously. One seemed to be twenty-some years old and the other was an older woman.

"Clarie and Julie, this is my daughter Santana. And these are John and Quinn, her friends." She said forcing a smile.

"Oh, your daughter looks like your husband." The oldest observed and I made a great effort to not roll my eyes.

"Santana looks like her father but we are more alike than you can possibly think. Right San?" I just smirked and nodded. "Rachel is the one who looks like me."

"Yes, I can see by the photo." The older pointed to a photo on the sideboard of me, my sister, Beth and my parents.

"The most amazing thing is that they are twins." The newest one said and I struggled to not roll his eyes, being rude and go straight to my old room. And the older woman stared and frowned at Quinn as she knew her or something.

"Aren't you Russell Fabray's daughter?"

"Yes ma'am. And you are mrs Goldman."

"Yes, my dear. Send my regards when you see your father."

I didn't like the way she said this, as she knows something suspicious and dirty.

"Mom." I said to Shelby. "If you don't mind, we just arrived from a seven-hour trip and I need a shower."

"Of course, sweetheart. Go house your friends and rest a little bit."

Before that, Beth, Lassie the Lab and another kid entered the living room.

"Santy!" She jumped and gave me a great welcome hug.

"Hey kickass princes! How's doing?"

"Great. It's so cool that you're here."

"Yeah, I'm glad too. Hey, Johnny and Quinn are here. Go say hello!"

Beth just stands there and say "hello" to them.

"Santy, come to play with me and Carol."

"Later, kid."

"Your sister is tired, Beth. Go play outside with your Carol and the dog, please."

What the hell was that? I lead Quinn and Johnny upstairs. Quinn would have Rachel's old room and Johnny would stay at mine's.

"Beautiful décor." Johnny put his bag on the floor, and pointed to the poster. "Now I get the idea what influenced you to smoke a pot from time to time."

"Sorry to say, but this poster is purely decorative. If I would put on some with real meaning, I would choose Alanis Morissette. The problem is that I think her posters are very tacky. It could also be one of the jazz guys, but it would seem pretentious. When I found this poster in a bookstore in Cleveland, I bought it in a heartbeat. In the summer of the following year, I went to London and tried weed for the first time. Isn't it ironic?"

"Not so much." Johnny was still aware of the environment. He went to my window and looked the backyard. "Oh, look! The famous pool! Your folk's house is beautiful, san. It's a shame that they are thinking on selling it here."

"If it were to take into account the emotional reasons, this house would be forever with us. But papi asked for an honest opinion and I did the math. The properties in Lima are almost 30% cheaper than in Columbus and my father does not have money to buy another similar house without appealing to some loans. Shelby's financial situation is good to pay the bills, a rent, and do little savings to pay Beth's college, but not to buy a house without make a loan from the bank. And under no circumstances they should mortgage. The other solution is rent it here and save the money to pay the rental of the other house. But it's not a comfy situation. That's why it's better to sell it away and buy a good real state in Columbus. This, of course, is a cold and pragmatic analysis."

"Who am I to disagree?" He sat on my bed. "I know my brother paid good money to keep that cabin in the mountains, even with the rent in high season. Well I try to help when I can and would be simpler if I had not roasted almost all the money from the sale of my parents' house in marijuana, whiskey and spree."

"Why are you two decided to maintain the cabin?"

"Technically the cabin is his."

"I see..." I lay down on my bed and relaxed a little. Johnny continued attentive to the new environment and looked again through the window.

"Nice to see the place where you grew up. How do you not become one of those rich and spoiled girls?"

"Believe me... I had my consumerist spoiled phase and I burst the credit card a few times until my parents shorten its limit. New York gave its contribution as well… and abuela."

"The one we will visit tomorrow?" I nodded. "How come?"

"She's socialist and worked for the communist party when she was young in Chile. I read Karl Marx because of her."

"Really? You? The pig capitalist?"

"That's a trick about Karl Marx: he was a liberal. He believed in open markets and everything. The main point at his philosophy was the fair income distribution and rights. And you have to take into consideration that he thought of socialism based on the time in which he lived. In addition, the Soviets just fucked everything up. They didn't do a society plan but a power plan based on control, bureaucracy, arms and corruption. Not that we are much different, but, at least, I'm free to say whatever I want."

"Wow!"

"I'm sorry." I smiled. "It's just… abuela loves to talk about politics and all these things. I remember she used to make Rachel, I and my cousins Julio and Daniela to work at the church bazaar in Lima Heights Adjacent. She wants to teach us a lesson, but it was just fun."

"It seems you had a great childhood."

"Yes, I did. And what about you?"

"You know I grew up in Danbury. Our house was much smaller than yours." He mused. "We lived next to one of several ponds in the city. Kevin, my brother, was a kind of a boys gang and he used to bring girls in these places to try to fuck them. Kevin called me gay because I wasn't obsessed on boobs at that time. He used to show me his Playboys and says that I should to make my penis hard to be able to take some vaginas. But I found everything gross."

"How old were you then?" I was curious.

"Kevin was about 16 and I was 11. The girls scared me back then."

We heard a knocking at the door and I answer it. It was Shelby and she looked at us suspiciously.

"Those women gone?" I asked.

"They just left!" She pulled me into a hug that I soon corresponded. "I'm so glad to see you, Santana."

"Me too!" I admitted. After all, loved my old mom.

"Let me see you." And here came the flat inspection every mother did. Shelby looked me up down, hands in my face. "You seem stronger."

"I'm going to college almost every day by bike. I got in shape again."

"And how are you, Johnny?" She said in a more austere tone.

"I'm fine, Shelby. Thanks." He briefly hugged her.

Suddenly the butterflies flew in my stomach again. Even more because Quinn just left the room and was a few feet away watching the scene. I swallowed hard. It was only Shelby. All though she was my mother, but still wasn't half bad at these things than it would be my father.

"Shelby Corcoran-Lopez." I said nervously. "I would like to introduce John Edward Hall Jr., my boyfriend."

"There is information that you could have told me in a phone call, right Santana Berry-Lopez?" Her eyes widened and I was even more nervous. In fact, I said nothing to my parents about my new relationship. "It would be good to know these things before you bring your boyfriend to meet your parents at a special time."

"Sorry. But I thought you wouldn't mind since it's Johnny." I frowned.

"I don't mind. Welcome, Johnny. I'm glad you and my daughter are an item now."

"So… who were those women?" I asked. "You seemed somewhat affected with their presence."

"She's my current boss." Shelby explained.

"And her husband owns the main law firm from Lima." Quinn said, calling our attention to her.

"That's right." Shelby confirmed.

"Mr. Goldman dealt with my parent's divorce papers, so there is a good chance that your employer knows the whole story involving Beth. I hope it doesn't bother you." Quinn explained.

"Her husband is one of OSU's funders and I want a recommendation letter. But I don't think Beth's case would disturb it. So, don't worry. Clarie and I have a nice employment relationship and she's a reasonable person. Furthermore, Beth and Carol, her granddaughter, are good friends at school."

"Oh!" I said. "If I knew it, I would greet her better. Sorry, Shelbs."

"Don't call me Shelbs!"

"Sorry, mother." I emphasized the word mother.

"That's better."

"Mom!" Beth came running. "Dad is cursing Santy down there because she blocked the driveway."

I looked at Johnny and I started laughing. He was red as a pepper.

"Don't worry, hon. I get it."

I went downstairs with Beth after me. Outside, my father looked tense, stressed. We hugged briefly before I park the car properly.

"How are things at the hospital, papi?"

"Corridas, hija. Temgo poco tiempo para hace el papeleo y completar mi trabajo."

Beth interrupted because she hugged papi. That little girl really loved my old man. I caught papi's folder while Beth got in the house with her little feet on papi's and the two made some steps balancing for a few meters. I remember Rachel and I used to play the same way with him and Dad. We bet which pair could go further and faster. Dad and I always lost to papi and Rachel.

"How's the trip." He asked me while Beth was still playing with him.

"Good."

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving. We left New York before breaking dawn and we only stopped for real once to fill the tank and go to the bathroom."

"So, did you stop more than once?"

"And that time, already in Ohio, when I let Johnny driving because I felt tired."

"Johnny?"

"Well, he's here… with me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"He's my company."

"What about Quinn?"

"Quinn's having a hangover."

"Oh! Quieres saber?" He said when he came in the room. "It's a beautiful day, so we could lunch at Irina's." I nodded and Beth celebrated. Irina's is a fine self service restaurant we used to go every time my parents feel lazy to cook. It's only two blocks away, so we could go there walking. At that time the troupe went downstairs. Johnny was the last and he was scared. Papi also stopped when we saw him. "Hey Johnny. I didn't know you were coming with the girls."

"Papi." I took a deep breath. I went to Johnny and held his hand. "Johnny and I are dating."

This time, papi turned white. He was reluctant, but reached out to greet my boyfriend.

"John..."

"Hello Mr. Lopez."

"Welcome to my home." Papi was still reluctant.

"Thank you."

"Good." Shelby tried to break the tension. "I hearted you saying something about lunch at Irina's."

"Of course!" Papi recovered somewhat from the shock. "I think it would be critical to have this moment as a family, right?"

Fundamental before the bomb goes off in the poor little head of Beth. After tidying here and there, papi back from his room wearing shorts, basic shirt and sneakers. Shelby was in sneakers and a simple dress. Quinn also wore dress and her old boots. Johnny and I were the T-shirt and jeans couple. We walked ahead from the others playing with Beth. Soon she got used to the idea that I had a boyfriend and took good advantage by Johnny be physically strong. He threw her up like a doll and that brat was laughing loud. I wouldn't be surprised if Beth developed a little child crush on Johnny.

"She's super cute." Johnny confided to me when we had a moment alone.

"Tell me about it. I am preparing psychologically for later. And there's all the talk of selling our house when I don't want my father to sell."

"But what about all math you did to prove that he has to sell?"

"Cold numbers. I didn't put in the account my childhood, my memories. I grew up in Lima, most of my family at Lopez side still lives here. It's complicated."

"What Rachel thinks?"

"She likes the house, the souvenirs, but she's ok on the sale. I wish I had this detachment."

"She's attached to you and to your parents. Not to material things. This is the meaning about a family: Love, not the goods."

I avoided looking at my boyfriend. I knew he was speaking from experience. Not that his family was bad because, from what he told me, they were quite normal and nice. His father was a promoter and his mother stopped working when she got pregnant for the second time. Kevin, the elder brother, was a popular boy. My boyfriend did the romantic rebel type who wrote poetry and had a rock band rehearsing in the garage of a friend.

Johnny's father died in a domestic accident: he was fixing the roof when he slipped and broke his neck in the fall. Johnny was a freshman at NYU at that time. He spent a few weeks mourning with her mother until she said he should go back to college, there was no reason for him to stay in Danbury. Two days after his departure, his mother took an overdose of prescription drugs.

This is the part where Johnny blames himself for not realizing and not stayed with his mother. Then he left NYU and sank. His brother decided all inheritance issues and simply let go. He said that Johnny was a weak, a tramp, a lazy. Was his godfather, the same that offered a job to Rachel in our first year in New York, who helped him out of the mud. When we met in the laundry, Johnny was still recovering . I've never talked to Kevin, but for what Johnny said, he doesn't seem to be most loving and fraternal person.

My family wasn't perfect, but who am I to complain?

"I keep two things of my father. That pipe that I showed you." He said. "It was the smell of my father, pipe and aftershave. My father supported my dream of being a writer. My brother called me gay and my mother insisted that I had a second choice because she thought I wouldn't get jobs as a writer, but my father always gave me strength. My brother just said that my poems were useful when I transform them in music for the school band. It gave me a nice image and it was helpful with the girls."

"Really?" Crossed my arms pretending I was angry. "What's the other thing?"

"A pair of cufflinks that I will use on the night of my first book signing. These little things have important sentimental value. They are better than the house. At least that's what I think. They are triggers for good memories. My house had good memories until it become my parent's grave. I didn't want it and forced Kevin selling it at any price and then I smoked and drank a lot of it."

As we were several steps ahead, we kissed in front of the restaurant. My father passed us along with Quinn and Beth. Shelby patted on my shoulders.

"What now?" I complained.

"Don't overdo it, young lady. Your father is jealous." I rolled my eyes.

Beth had fun sitting at the head of the table. She said she was like Dad, who was on the opposite side.

"You will pay the bill, shorty. If you don't have the money, you will spend the whole day here doing the dishes." Beth got frightened and I had fun.

My father just smiled. He liked these mischief between sisters. Moreover, the lunch was one of the quietest of my family. Maybe it was the atmosphere of pre-Beth or if it was the unannounced presence of Johnny in the city. I began to regret not having done the appropriate statement. Papi paid the bill and we went back home on an even greater silence. We were all tense, but Beth, who didn't understand what was going on.

I confess that my heart began to pound like crazy when papi, Shelby and Quinn went to the library to talk with Beth. Johnny and I were waiting. I also knew I had to put an end to my things, separate the remaining clothes for donation and all the rest that was not worth keeping in the new house. I went to the garage and checked out what should be discarded definitively within cardboard boxes stored there. There was no sense in bringing to Columbus my old toy box, unless the Beth wanted it. I knew I had a work to do, but I couldn't focus on it.

I heard Beth calling my name. When I answered her, she ran to the garage with tears in her eyes. She jumped straight in my lap and held me tight, burying her face between my neck and shoulder.

"They told lies, Santy. Quinn is not my mother!" And cried.

I hugged the little girl. The adult trio arrived there apprehensive. It happened more or less what I was expecting. Shelby and Quinn was crying, the girl was scared and my father was nervous.

"Could you give us some space? We need to have a sister talk here."

"Santana don't you think ..."

"I think nothing, mother. Just do what I asked, okay? Everything will be fine."

All adults, including Johnny, withdrew from the garage. I let Beth cried her anger as she wanted. When she calmed down, I put her sitting on papi's car.

"What Mom said?"

"That I was born from Quinn." She muttered.

"Well, that's true, little one. Quinn is your biological mother."

"But she's not my mother, Santy!"

"No, she isn't in part." I had to walk on eggshells here. "She's your friend now. When you were born, Quinn gave you to mom because then you would be well protected, have a large family with me, Rachel, Mom and Dad. You are a Lopez, little one. But look how cool what happened: Quinn and Rachel fell in love like those princesses stories. Then Quinn could be part of our family too and be close to you."

"I don't like her! I wish that Rachel dated someone else."

"Yes, you do. Quinn is cool and loves you very much. And you know that in our family, blood is not important. What counts is what comes from here." I put my hand on her heart. "You have mom, papi, me and Rachel. And you have Quinn. Just like I had two dads before you born, you have two mothers now."

"But what if Quinn wants to take me away? I don't want to leave Mom and Dad!" Seriously. Where does this girl took these ideas?

"Look, shorty, listen very carefully: Quinn will never get you out of Mom and Dad, okay!" I put a lock of dark blond hair behind her ear. "Why do you think that?"

"Because of Tom, my friend from school. He had to leave his home because someone said his mother was inappropriate." Oh, god. What do kids talk nowadays?

"Mom isn't the world's best?" She nodded. "Doesn't she take you straight to the school, sends you bathe at the right time, tells you to eat vegetables and do your homework?" Another nod. "This means that she is a good mother and loves you a lot. When mothers are good as well, not the superman can take their children. So, don't worry, ok? You belong to this family."

"But..."

"No buts allowed. Let's make a deal: when we leave this garage, you will give Quinn a hug and then you will hug and kiss Mom and Dad. That's ok? Can you do it?"

"I won't hug Quinn."

"Elizabeth Corcoran-Lopez. This is not a behavior of kickass princess. We will leave the room, you will give Quinn a hug and then do whatever you want. You can you help me to end these boxes to the new house. What do you think?"

Beth was still reluctant, but she agreed. When we left the garage, there were many pairs of anxious eyes in the living room. I took two pats on Beth's ass to encourage her to do our deal. She hugged Quinn for five seconds and then ran to my side and held my hand. I exchanged glances with my friend. She apologized in silence. I could see she was hurt. Maybe she imagined a different scenario. Well, life sucks.

My parents and I talked to Quinn while Johnny was distracting Beth. She was crying I lot because Beth started to reject her. Well, it's not like that. The kid was still in shock with the news and I was sure she would get used to the idea of having two mothers. Anyway, we all think better Quinn go to sleep at her mother's to give Beth some space along with the family. And I was sure that Jude was the best person to give Quinn a shoulder. Papi drove her to Jude's while Shelby and I asked Beth to help us with the boxes. It was a good strategy.

To reinforce the family thing, I contact Rachel by skype, so she could interact with us.

"That box is that?" Rachel asked as she took a wine.

"School work." I began to scour some of our tests. Once I got an F on a math in the fourth grade. Hilarious considering that math is my thing. I didn't remember why, but I was sure it had something with that horrible witch teacher I had that time.

"Throw it out!" Rachel snapped the screen. "We don't need those old tests."

"I agree."

"Look, the Muppets!" Beth rummaged in the box with our old toys.

"Muppets?" Rachel said on the screen. "Those were mine. But you can stay with them if you want."

We spent almost all night opening boxes and it was also a great opportunity to revive memories. We worked while I was arguing with papi, Shelby and virtual Rachel about our home. We decided to sell because it was financially speaking more viable.

Later, while Shelby was sleeping in Beth's room, Johnny, papi and I stayed in the kitchen making sandwiches. It was nice to spend the night talking about sweeter things. I discovered, for example, that Papi was invited by his new colleagues to a fishery. Oh man, he hates boredom fisheries.

After midnight Johnny and I went to my room. I lined the bed as he took the blanket and pillows. I was tired, but Johnny had other ideas to help me to relax. He pulled me into a tender kiss.

"You're amazing, Santana Berry-Lopez." He led me to bed amid many kisses.

"Of course I am!" I took off my shirt and my bra. I was on the top feeling his erection between my legs.

"As much as I would love you riding me, I believe you deserve special treatment first." Now, he was on top and kissed and sucked my breasts.

"Hmm. This is good!" I moaned.

He removed the rest of our clothes and we started to have fun. Nothing like a good sex at the end of a busy day. I was so glad that Johnny knew what a clitoris is, unlike guys like Puck. He gave special attention to it using his very talented tongue and sucked me good. I think he saw too much lesbian porn to know all the good techniques, or maybe life has taught, or both. The fact is that my Johnny Boy learned it to perfection. Like him, only Brittany. I got my first orgasm of the night in an instant. After all of his oral attention, we changed position and I rode him. Johnny just fill me up nice with his not huge penis: it was just perfect inside, without hurt me and hitting all the good spots. After my second orgasm, I slept like an angel.