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"Santana, this is Brett Pierce…Your fiancé."
Santana was almost to busy visually violating her new blonde acquaintance to hear the last part of her father's introduction. Almost.
Taking her hand back she looked between her father and Brett with a small awkward smile on her face.
"Uh, no he's not." Santana said jokingly.
Leave it to Papi to make a horrible joke. Is this supposed to be a fucking icebreaker or something? 'Cause I was doing fine on my own.
"Yes he is, mija." Antonio said without a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Santana's fake smile dropped right off her face and turned into a frown as she eyed her father, concerned for his health at this point.
"Papi, are you feeling alright?" Santana asked.
Antonio just held her gaze with a blank expression on his face. Jim had suddenly found something outside the high-rise windows to be interesting while his son looked at him with what Santana could only imagine was the same look she held on her face.
"Seriously, Papi. I literally JUST met this man. I think I would know if he was my fiancé or not…" Santana said, feeling super uncomfortable now.
What the actual fuck? He's got to be joking. Damn, his poker face is getting better.
Santana immediately perked up and poked her father in the chest.
"Oh I get it! Did Mami put you up to this? Is this some sort of payback for when I stumbled into her 'old rich hot-flash stricken bitches' brunch last Sunday? Well played Papi, well played. Good joke!"
"Santana this is not a joke."
"Okay, Papi, tell me then, how can this NOT be a joke? Because this whole thing is just reinforcing my belief that you've finally fallen off the 'normal people left in LA' wagon!" Santana asked condescendingly to her father, having for the most part forgotten the other two men in the room.
"Santana, you WILL watch your tone with me. And I would love to tell you how this is not a joke. Jim and I here have arranged your marriage, ergo this strapping young lad.." He motioned to Brett, who looked just about as shocked as Santana felt. "..Is indeed you fiancé."
Santana just stood there staring at her father. She firmly believed that he had actually lost his mind.
When she looked at the older Pierce she was greeted with a shy hopeful smile. She lost it.
"YOU'RE ACTUALLY SERIOUS! Excuse me, but last I checked it wasn't medieval times, or India! I am a grown woman for Christ sa-" Santana was cut off from her rant by her father placing is hand in front of her face.
"Let me just stop you there; last time I checked, a person is not 'grown' until they support themselves. You may be twenty-two, but you have never supported yourself in your entire life. You are dependent on your mother and I. So you're whole 'I'm grown' argument is illogical…now carry on." Antonia said as he removed his hand.
"My argument is 'illogical'? PAPI! How is any of this LOGICAL! I don't even know him!" Santana said pointing her finger at Brett. "For all we know he could be a crazy crack head, or murderer! For god's sake, he's wearing a flannel shirt! A flannel shirt in LA! The only flannel shirt wearing people you can trust in LA are the lesbians!" Santana through an apologetic look at Brett before lowering her voice and saying "No offense."
Brett perked up a little when Santana directly addressed him. His father had shown him pictures of her, but they didn't do her justice. Even while throwing a temper tantrum, rightfully so Brett thought, and with blood shot eyes she still had to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.
"Uh, none taken.." Brett said with a small smile.
Jim noticed this and elbowed his son and wiggled his eyebrows when he had gotten Brett's attention. Brett returned his dads devilish grin before quickly replacing it with his best 'I'm mad at you' look. He was supposed to be mad at his dad for lying. Just when he was about to scold his father, Santana started up again.
"Seriously, this isn't funny or romantic or whatever you want it to be Papi.." She shot a scathing glare at Jim. "..and Jim! I have a life here! I just graduated college! Not to mention I have a BOYFRIEND!"
"Oh please Santana, you might as well call that boy your girlfriend! I may not be up on all you kids' lingo, but that conniving weasel is a douche bag! You're much better off with Brett here!" Antonio said as he moved and grabbed Brett by the back of the neck in what Santana guessed was some type of manly approval.
"Brett's a good man. He can take care of you." Brett looked up shyly at Santana, which only pissed her off even more.
Is this foreal right now? How can he be going along with these two lunatics!
"I can take care of myself Papi!" Santana yelled at her father.
"The thing is, Santana, that no you cannot take care of yourself. So either you let Brett take care of you, or your mother or I stop taking care of you!" Antonio said firmly.
It all clicked in Santana's mind.
"Wait. So you're saying that If I don't marry him, you'll cut me off?! You can't do that!" Santana all but screeched.
Santana had never seen a more serious look on Antonio's face. "Watch me." He said.
You could literally hear the air leaving Santana's lungs. She couldn't believe this was happening. I mean this shit was crazy, this didn't happen in real life! She hoped that she was still in an alcohol-induced dream, cause right now she felt like she was actually stuck in a nightmare.
He wouldn't actually cut me off would he? No. I'm his only child. They like need me to carry on a legacy or some shit! He's bluffing. Obviously this is some type of trick or something, 'cause no way in hell am I marrying a damn hick!
"Oh yeah! Well Fuck this! We'll see what Mami has to say about this…this bullshit!" Santana yelled as she grabbed her purse and violently flung open the door to the conference room and storming out towards the reception area.
Antonio let out a sigh before turning to his two guest.
"Well gentleman, why don't we retreat to my office for a nice scotch?" Antonio asked as if nothing had happened.
"Uh, Antonio, shouldn't you go after Santana? I mean we have no merger if there is no marriage." Jim said sounding a little concerned.
Antonio chuckled. "Oh don't worry one bit Jim. No need for me to go after her. She's heading into the lion's den." Jim and Brett both looked confused.
"You remember my wife, right?" Jim and Brett both nodded. "Well my wife and mother are picking place settings for the Lopez-Pierce wedding as we speak…" Antonio let out an obnoxious snort "…She would have been better off here! Now, how about that scotch."
The Pierce men seemed satisfied with the answer and followed the Latino out into the hallway when they heard the brunette receptionist ask Santana if everything was okay.
"FUCK OFF BERRY! FUCK RIGHT OFF!"
Brett gulped, suddenly he wasn't so sure about this whole 'business agreement' anymore.
So, let me know what you think! Next up we have the Lopez ladies and back-story on our boy Brett.