I've gotten really positive feedback so far, so here is Chapter #3! Enjoy!
I don't own glee.
"MAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIIII!" being screamed from the entryway was accompanied by the slamming of the large, and heavy, oak front door.
Maribel looked up from the magazine she was reading and locked eyes with her mother-in-law who was sitting at the opposite end of the couch.
"Alright, show time Alma." The older women nodded before quickly shoving the magazine she was reading behind the couch cushion.
"In the family room!" Maribel shouted towards the doorway.
She could hear Santana's heels practically stomping on the polished marble floor, she could already imagine the look her only child had on her face right now.
As the foot steps got louder Alma let out an amused noise, causing Maribel to shoot her a stern look.
"Alma, we are supposed to act surprised. Play the part, and remember, 'good cop, bad cop'." Maribel whisper yelled at the older women.
She was having a hard time holding in her own amusement. When her husband had called to warn her that their daughter was headed her way she rolled her eyes. Of course her daughter wouldn't agree to the arrangement. Maribel, and Alma as well, hadn't expected anything less. The Lopez's had tried to raise Santana to be independent, but instead of independent she had turned out just plain stubborn, not to mention entitled, bratty and sometimes straight up bitchy. She didn't blame Santana for being pissed off, but Maribel truly believed this was the best thing for her daughter.
Maribel was brought out of her thoughts by an extremely loud huff from the doorway. Turning around on the couch Maribel summonsed up all the knowledge from the acting classes that the agency had put on throughout the years.
"Hola, Mija. What are you doing here?" Maribel asked with a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face.
Santana threw her hands in the air dramatically as she made her way to stand in front of her mother.
"Mami, your husband has lost his mind?! He has it in his thick head that I'm supposed to marry one of his golf buddies kids! Me! Me married to some rando! He could be some crazy man that beats women!-"
"Brett wouldn't hurt a fly." Maribel said with a straight face.
"- You should have seen what he was wear-" Santana stopped her pacing and turned to face her mother.
"What did you say?" Santana eyed her mother suspiciously.
Maribel sat a little straighter before saying, "I said, Brett wouldn't hurt a fly. He is probably the nicest young man I have ever meet. Much better than the boys you hang around with." Maribel said with her eyebrow raised in a challenging manner, hoping Santana would in fact challenge her.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS! Papi said you were part of this, but I really chalked it up to him being senile. Mami! Seriously, I am my own woman! I am independent! I don't need my parents playing matchmaker, and don't even let me start on the fact that it's a business deal. I feel so used." Santana's face scrunched up in disgusted as she crossed her arms across her chest.
"Yes 'Seriously' Santana." Maribel said sternly, not finding her daughter's attitude amusing anymore. Not at all.
"You say you are independent. You say you are your own women. Well you're wrong, Santana Lopez. You act like a little girl, not a women. You are a spoiled little girl. When I was your age I was helping our father build our company. I had a degree, a legitimate degree. I cleaned and cooked. I was a woman. What do you do Santana? You do nothing. You barely passed you classes and spent more time at the clubs than the library. You majored in Fashion Merchandising! I could understand that if you had a job that deals with that, but YOU. DON'T. EVEN. HAVE. JOB! You don't clean, you hire people to do that. You don't cook, I don't think you even know how to use a stove. Your only ambition in life is to spend money. Your father and I's money, mind you. You can't call yourself independent if you can't support yourself Santana. And don't get me started on the people you call your 'friends'." Maribel finished with a huff.
"Is this what this is about? I am perfectly capable of getting a job!" Santana defended.
"Club promoting doesn't cover health insurance Santana." Maribel said back.
Santana sighed dejectedly before trying to take another course of action with her mother.
Santana dropped to her knees in front of her mother. Pout firmly in place Santana grabbed her mothers hands that rested in her lap.
"Mami, I know I'm not the best daughter.." Santana sniffed for effect. "..but I promise I will cut back on spending and start looking for a real job…." Throw in some puppy dog eyes. "…you would marry your only daughter off to some lumberjack wannabe?" Santana asked, more as a rhetorical question. Maribel obviously did not.
"Yes." Maribel said with a curt nod of her head.
I need to switch it up. Hmm, what to do? Think fast, Santana… Tantrum. Perfect. She'll get so sick of me whining she'll give in. Works every time. Santana thought as she stood up.
"FINE! Kick me out, disinherit me! I don't care!" Santana screamed.
"Fine, I will." Maribel responded immediately.
Obviously, Santana's plan wasn't working. "UGH! Mami this is complete BULLS-"
"Santana, nieta, don't talk to your mother in that tone. No matter how mad she is making you. Comprende?" Alma said, finally speaking.
Santana let out a dejected sigh. "Si, Abuela."
"Good. Now come have a seat next to your Abuela." Alma said patting the cushion next to her.
Santana reluctantly sat down in between her mother and grandmother.
"Santana, I know you think this is crazy, but I want you to be open minded. Can you do that for me?" Alma asked gently.
"Yeah." Santana said unenthusiastically earning her a poke from her mother. Taking the hint Santana turned to her grandmother, "Yes. I can be open minded, Abuela."
"Good. Now, this is actually a wonderful thing. I know you feel used, but your father has wanted to merge with the Pierces for a long time. This has to be done to solidify the merger. It would make your father so happy, and I know how you want to make him proud…" Santana huffed at the statement. It was getting really hard to stay open minded. "..I know you want to make him proud, you just haven't seized the opportunity to make him proud yet. You have been given so much Santana, but you haven't showed your appreciation." Alma could sense the defensiveness that was nearly spewing out of her granddaughter. "..And that's not necessarily your fault.."
Dios Mio, I am lying out of my ass right now.
"But just think, this is your chance. And lets just make it clear; you don't have to stay married to Brett. It is not ideal to get divorced, and the church looks down on it, but no one is going to force you to stay in a marriage that you don't want. You can get one of those…those.. what you call it? A pre..pre-"
"Prenup, Abuela?" Santana supplied.
"Ah, Si! A Prenup!... And you want to be independent, si?" Santana nodded. "Well, if you are married you could be independent. No one to answer to, you would have your own money. You could do what you want. You could do your thing; your husband could do his. Its perfecto!" Alma clapped enthusiastically.
"Well, that does sound nice…" Santana said seriously pondering the benefits of this little arrangement. Not having to deal with her parents would be awesome.
Alma took this moment of silence to lean back and throw a conspiratorial wink at her daughter-in-law. This would be easier than she thought.
"..actually really nice… but wait, I don't even know this Brett guy!"
"Not a problem. You can get to know him!" Alma was a little to excited about how easily her granddaughter was playing into her plan.
"I'll give you a brief rundown, well obviously he is gorgeous.." Maribel said.
"I second that!" Alma butted in.
Maribel and Santana both had disgusted looks on their faces at Alma's words. Santana firmly believe that her grandmother was asexual. Apparently not.
"Right, anyways, he is twenty-five, graduated from Vanderbilt where he was on a wrestling scholarship, not that he needed it, the Pierces have enough money to practically buy Vanderbilt. He still lives in Nashville, which explains the attire, and is working as a sports trainer. He is the sweetest most polite man I have ever meet. Annnd he is more than willing to move out to L.A. so YOU, my dear, don't have to move to Tennessee." Maribel finished with a pleased smirk on her face.
"Wait, that's all you're going tell me!" Santana said. She had liked what she had heard so far, but her mother was really going to leave her hanging like that? Bitch.
"Si, mija, that is all I am going to tell you. You can find out more tonight."
Santana shrugged as if willing her mother to explain further.
"When the Pierces come here for dinner. There will be plenty of time for you to get to know Brett, after all they are staying here for a while."
Santana's day had progressively gotten worse, and now she was being forced to break bread with her so called 'fiancé'.
No me gusta.
Sort of a filler chapter for y'all. Next chapter will be more fun, with Brett and Santana actually interacting.