Her (4/5)
Title: Her (4/5)
Chapter Title: Ms. Hemo
Pairing: Santana/Brittany; Santana/Several Blondes
Chapter Pairing: Santana/Hemo, Santana/Puck, Santana/Marcos/Eugene [sibling!love]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Prequel to Blondes. The women that came before and leading up to Brittany. Santana denies she has a certain type when it comes to women but what's with all the evidence saying otherwise?
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: I’ve been kind of stuck with this chapter, more like I haven’t had time to write my story so I apologize for the delay.
My Master Fic List
“I can’t believe you became a Cheerio,” Marcos says as he’s shoveling down bacon and eggs into his mouth.
Eugene on the other hand is eating pancakes with lots of syrup, “You’re just mad because Liz dumped you over the summer for some jock.”
Marcos glares at his twin and Eugene glares right back. Santana rolls her eyes at the twins as she’s checking to make sure her ponytail is secure, “Quinn thought it’d be cool if we joined. I figured, why not?”
“Because, Ms. Sylvester is a bitch,” Eugene lifts his fork and points it at Santana. Marcos nods in agreement, still shoveling food down his throat.
“Mami, Eugene said a bad word in front of Santino,” Romeo speaks up and kicks Eugene under the table.
Eugene has to hold back another curse from his lips when he sees both his parents look at him, “Eugene…”
Santino blinks and opens his mouth to ask a question but Santana shoves a piece of pancake into his mouth, “How about some pancakes Santino?”
“And I don’t get how you’re dating Puckerman, it makes absolutely no sense,” Marcos says gruffly, bacon bits smacking Santana in the face.
The Latina grimaces and imitates Romeo’s earlier actions except this time hitting Marcos, “Chew with your mouth closed, Marcos. That’s just gross. Besides, I’m smoking hot and so is he. We’re perfect together.”
“I’d rather see you end up with Heather,” Eugene mumbles under his breath and Marcos nudges him with his elbow to get him to shut up.
“Yeah? Well Puckerman is stupid because I was the one who started the Mohawk. Damn freshmen…” Marcos says Puck’s name as if it were something vile.
Santana rolls her eyes at Marcos’ distaste of her boyfriend and Romeo kicks Marcos saying he said a bad word. Another glaring contest begins and their parents have to break it up because they’ll be running late if they don’t get a move on. Santana climbs into her brothers’ car and waves goodbye at her parents who will be dropping off her younger siblings.
“Seriously San…I don’t get why you’re dating Puckerman,” Eugene says from shotgun.
“Yeah, I totally pegged you as a lesbian,” Marcos agrees.
Santana’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Well, you’re wrong. I’m not gay.”
“The word’s lesbian, Santana,” Marcos repeats.
Eugene waves his hand as he’s talking, “You don’t have to hide it from us, Santana. We know you. I mean seriously, what’s holding you back from dating Quinn? It’s not like the world’s gonna hate you for you are. Isn’t that Hummel kid in your grade? He’s gay.”
“He gets thrown in a dumpster everyday.”
Marcos shrugs his shoulders, “Like they really would dump a Cheerio in the dumpster. Besides, lesbian chicks are hot. I bet you’d score with any of the girls at McKinley.”
Santana stared at her older brothers in slight shock, they were totally okay with her being gay. She remained silent for a little bit, “But we’re in Lima. In the middle of nowhere and not everyone’s cool with gay people. Mami wouldn’t even approve, she’s Catholic!”
Eugene busted out laughing, “Mami’s expecting you to come out one day.”
“Besides, she took it pretty well with David,” Marcos says casually.
“David never came out to Mami…”
“Oh, she knows. And she totally approves of his boyfriend, Harry. You know, Mike Chang’s older brother?” Eugene waves his hand again.
“How did Mami even know that his best friend was his boyfriend? I mean, David dated Heather,” Santana’s not believing anything that her brother’s are saying.
Marcos rolls his eyes, “David liked dancers, Heather and Harry were awesome dancers. And hello? She was his beard? Mami knows these things and you might as well just come clean about it with her, she’s totally cool with it.”
Santana crosses her arms over her chest, “Yeah right. Mami wouldn’t be cool with it, you stupid ass.”
Eugene shook his head as Marcos pulled into a parking spot. Marcos shut off the engine and ran a hand through his Mohawk, “We just want what’s best for you, sis. We’re not always gonna beat up on you. Trust us on this one.”
The Latina opened her door, “Whatever, I’m gonna be late to geometry class and I’m not gay.”
“It’s lesbian, San. Lez-bee-uhn,” Marcos said only to hear the sound of his precious car door being slammed.
He looked over to his twin [the one without the Mohawk] who shrugged his shoulders again, “Meh, I bet Mami’ll get it out of her one day and Santana’ll be shocked.”
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Santana walked into her geometry class and took her seat that was on the left side of the room and right next to Mike Chang. As she took her seat, she glanced over at Mike and then shook her head, pushing all thoughts of their brothers romantically being together.
The bell rang and everyone was in their seats despite the absence of Mrs. Hepburn at the front of the class. A few minutes passed with no sign of their geometry teacher before the door creaked open. In walked a tall, gorgeous blonde that could immediately be one of the hottest teachers McKinley High has ever seen.
“Sorry I’m late you guys. Mrs. Hepburn will be on medical leave due to her problems with her pregnancy so I’ll be here to fill in her shoes until the end of the school year. I am Ms. Hemo and I hope we’ll have a fun-filled semester together,” she flashed a smile, her bright blue eyes sparkling a little bit.
“So without further ado, let’s open up your textbooks to page…” Santana was lost.
This substitute teacher was distracting and Santana couldn’t help but stare. The black heels, the hose, the knee-length pencil skirt, the blouse with the top three buttons unbuttoned, the hint of cleavage, the shining pendant around her neck, the perfect teeth, the smile, the bright eyes, the pinned up blonde hair, the nimble fingers that were playing around with the chalk, the-the-the hotness that was Ms. Hemo was distracting!
Santana blinked and then the bell rang once more, signaling the end of class. The Latina’s eyes grew wide and she looked up at the clock in bewilderment. An hour and a half couldn’t have passed within a blink of an eye, impossible! Santana walked out of class, mumbling underneath her breath like a mantra, “Not gay, not gay, not gay.”
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Later on the day, after Cheerios practice, she went home with her brothers in their car. Quinn caught a ride with them and Santana held a vicious glare every time they glanced back at her. They dropped the blonde off and Eugene waggled his eyebrows at her, “You know she’s way better than Puckerman.”
“Shut up, Dumbo,” she sneered as she slammed the door shut and stocked off to her room.
Once in the recess of her room, Santana started on her homework so she could relax for the night. The sounds of a pencil scratching filled the room along with the soft background music coming from her dock. Her homework was nearly finished until she started up on geometry. Dark eyes scanned the pages, a hand flipped through the book and her other hand was buried in her hair, her long fingers gripping her head in frustration.
She shoved the book aside and threw her pencil down in aggravation, “Fuck! I don’t understand this!”
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Two weeks have passed and Santana found herself sitting in Ms. Hemo’s empty classroom with a scowl on her face and a geometry test mocking her. 24%? It wasn’t even anywhere near a D- for passing and with all her scores from assignments, quizzes, and this most recent test, Santana now found herself ineligible for the next two weeks.
Everyone in extracurricular activities was required to be eligible every two weeks and Santana had already felt the wrath of Coach Sylvester an hour ago. Quinn had glanced at her apologetically before following the track-suited woman. The Latina could already feel her spot on varsity slipping between her fingers if she didn’t fix her grades soon.
Bright blue eyes observed the catatonic student and couldn’t help but smile, “Santana.”
Dark brown eyes snapped up to the geometry substitute teacher who held a soft look in her face, “We can still fix this and hopefully after two weeks under my tutelage you’ll be able to go back to practice.”
The Latina nodded solemnly, the scowl still on her face and mentally berated herself, if you actually paid any attention in class instead of Ms. Hemo’s legs you wouldn’t find yourself in this situation. And now I have to go through one-on-one tutoring with her! Ay Dios mio, be with me and give me strength.
Their lessons started with Santana having a hard time paying attention [causing her to scowl more] and it took her the weekend to talk herself into doing better. Monday rolled around for their third lesson; Ms. Hemo was there with her dazzling smile and never-ending patience to talk her through her mistakes all the way through, “You’re using the wrong postulate in this proof right here.”
Santana could feel the warmth from Ms. Hemo’s hand resting on the back of her chair, smell the perfume from when she leant close, and hear her pulse pounding in her head. Dios mio, I think I’m dying.
Ms. Hemo looked down at her distracted student and shook her head, “Santana.”
The Latina’s eyes grew wide, “Yes?”
“You’re distracted,” she smirked and pulled away before heading towards her desk and packing her things. “I’ve notice for our last three lessons that you’re not focused. Let’s take a break shall we? Starbucks, on me?”
And that’s how they started having their tutoring lessons at Starbucks instead of in the classroom for the remainder of Santana’s two weeks. The atmosphere in the coffee shop was enough to bring down her nerves and alleviate the scowl from her face. The geometry was getting easier, talking with Ms. Hemo was nice, and the free coffee was a bonus.
All was well until her last day of tutoring when her brothers came to pick her up. They caught her coming out of the blonde teacher’s car, a cup of mocha in her hand, a celebratory coffee of sorts for improving her grades and becoming eligible. After waving goodbye to Ms. Hemo, Santana slowly made her way towards her brothers.
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Once Santana stepped into her brothers’ car, they bombarded her with questions; “You went on a date with Ms. Hemo?”
“Are you kidding me? She’s the hottest teacher in the school! Tell me you have her number,” Marcos said frantically, reminding Santana too much of Puck’s love for older women.
Eugene nodded in agreement with his twin, “I mean come on. You’re our suave little sis. You had Heather gushing like crazy.”
“I told you that you could get any girl, or in this case, woman at McKinley High,” Marcos continued.
Santana growled, “I did not go on a date with Ms. Hemo, stupid. Would you just drive already?”
“You don’t get it San, Ms. Hemo is a fucking goddess!”
“Her legs go on forever, mmm. What I would do to have them wrap around my waist.”
“You guys are pigs…”
Eugene waved his hand around, “What part of ‘fucking goddess’ did you not get? You went on a date with a fucking goddess. Tell me you scored with her!”
Santana rolled her eyes, “Idiot, I just got tutored in geometry with her.”
“Is that what they call it these days? Geometry? At what angle did she spread her legs for you?” Marcos leered only to be met with a flying geometry book to the face.
“Shut up! Nothing happened. Comprendes?”
“Like I’m supposed to believe you only got tutoring from Ms. Hemo. Seriously? At Starbucks? That’s a fucking date.”
“Tell me that after the date there was some fucking. How could you not? She’s hot!”
“You smell like sex.”
“Hot sex with Ms. Hemo the fucking goddess.”
“It’s just sweat you retards. Would you leave it alone? It was just tutoring.”
“Just tutoring with a hot teacher that I would love to score with!”
“She’s a teacher. I’m not gonna get her fired by sleeping with her, even if she is hot.”
“So you would sleep with her.”
“And you admit she’s hot.”
“Which makes you a lesbian.”
Santana nearly face planted into the headrest and had to restrain herself from choking her brothers to death, “For the last time, I’m not gay! Just drive already. I wanna go home.”
Marcos finally pulled out of the parking lot and after a few minutes of silence, he looked at Santana through the rear view mirror, “The word is lesbian San, of course you’re not gay. Just admit it already.”
“Ugh, I can’t…” Santana said and shifted in her seat.
Eugene turned around and smiled, “You can admit it to us, San. We love you for you. You don’t have to tell Mami if you don’t want to. You’ve always got us to watch out for your back.”
More seconds of silence and Santana couldn’t help but smile at how accepting her brothers were, “Thanks…”
“So you admit it?”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes.”
When they parked at home, Marcos turned around in his seat, an evil glint in his eye, “You still smell like sex.”
“With a fucking goddess,” Eugene snickered.
Santana growled and threw her lukewarm coffee at her brothers, causing it to spill over the seats, “I told you to leave it alone!”
“Are you serious? You stained my shirt!”
“You stained my car!”
In a split second, car doors were hastily opened and the chasing began. Mrs. Lopez sighed when she found her “grown up” children in the hallway wrestling like they used to five years ago. She shook her head and resumed making dinner, some things never change.
A/N: As I wrote this chapter, it kept going around in circles and I realized Santana couldn’t really hit too much on Ms. Hemo because it just seemed to weird. There was a lot of typing and deleting and rewriting. So I stuck with the tutoring as mentioned in Blondes and the sibling love [which I really happen to like, haha].
Chapter Title: Ms. Hemo
Pairing: Santana/Brittany; Santana/Several Blondes
Chapter Pairing: Santana/Hemo, Santana/Puck, Santana/Marcos/Eugene [sibling!love]
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Prequel to Blondes. The women that came before and leading up to Brittany. Santana denies she has a certain type when it comes to women but what's with all the evidence saying otherwise?
Spoilers: None.
Author's Note: I’ve been kind of stuck with this chapter, more like I haven’t had time to write my story so I apologize for the delay.
My Master Fic List
“I can’t believe you became a Cheerio,” Marcos says as he’s shoveling down bacon and eggs into his mouth.
Eugene on the other hand is eating pancakes with lots of syrup, “You’re just mad because Liz dumped you over the summer for some jock.”
Marcos glares at his twin and Eugene glares right back. Santana rolls her eyes at the twins as she’s checking to make sure her ponytail is secure, “Quinn thought it’d be cool if we joined. I figured, why not?”
“Because, Ms. Sylvester is a bitch,” Eugene lifts his fork and points it at Santana. Marcos nods in agreement, still shoveling food down his throat.
“Mami, Eugene said a bad word in front of Santino,” Romeo speaks up and kicks Eugene under the table.
Eugene has to hold back another curse from his lips when he sees both his parents look at him, “Eugene…”
Santino blinks and opens his mouth to ask a question but Santana shoves a piece of pancake into his mouth, “How about some pancakes Santino?”
“And I don’t get how you’re dating Puckerman, it makes absolutely no sense,” Marcos says gruffly, bacon bits smacking Santana in the face.
The Latina grimaces and imitates Romeo’s earlier actions except this time hitting Marcos, “Chew with your mouth closed, Marcos. That’s just gross. Besides, I’m smoking hot and so is he. We’re perfect together.”
“I’d rather see you end up with Heather,” Eugene mumbles under his breath and Marcos nudges him with his elbow to get him to shut up.
“Yeah? Well Puckerman is stupid because I was the one who started the Mohawk. Damn freshmen…” Marcos says Puck’s name as if it were something vile.
Santana rolls her eyes at Marcos’ distaste of her boyfriend and Romeo kicks Marcos saying he said a bad word. Another glaring contest begins and their parents have to break it up because they’ll be running late if they don’t get a move on. Santana climbs into her brothers’ car and waves goodbye at her parents who will be dropping off her younger siblings.
“Seriously San…I don’t get why you’re dating Puckerman,” Eugene says from shotgun.
“Yeah, I totally pegged you as a lesbian,” Marcos agrees.
Santana’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets, “Well, you’re wrong. I’m not gay.”
“The word’s lesbian, Santana,” Marcos repeats.
Eugene waves his hand as he’s talking, “You don’t have to hide it from us, Santana. We know you. I mean seriously, what’s holding you back from dating Quinn? It’s not like the world’s gonna hate you for you are. Isn’t that Hummel kid in your grade? He’s gay.”
“He gets thrown in a dumpster everyday.”
Marcos shrugs his shoulders, “Like they really would dump a Cheerio in the dumpster. Besides, lesbian chicks are hot. I bet you’d score with any of the girls at McKinley.”
Santana stared at her older brothers in slight shock, they were totally okay with her being gay. She remained silent for a little bit, “But we’re in Lima. In the middle of nowhere and not everyone’s cool with gay people. Mami wouldn’t even approve, she’s Catholic!”
Eugene busted out laughing, “Mami’s expecting you to come out one day.”
“Besides, she took it pretty well with David,” Marcos says casually.
“David never came out to Mami…”
“Oh, she knows. And she totally approves of his boyfriend, Harry. You know, Mike Chang’s older brother?” Eugene waves his hand again.
“How did Mami even know that his best friend was his boyfriend? I mean, David dated Heather,” Santana’s not believing anything that her brother’s are saying.
Marcos rolls his eyes, “David liked dancers, Heather and Harry were awesome dancers. And hello? She was his beard? Mami knows these things and you might as well just come clean about it with her, she’s totally cool with it.”
Santana crosses her arms over her chest, “Yeah right. Mami wouldn’t be cool with it, you stupid ass.”
Eugene shook his head as Marcos pulled into a parking spot. Marcos shut off the engine and ran a hand through his Mohawk, “We just want what’s best for you, sis. We’re not always gonna beat up on you. Trust us on this one.”
The Latina opened her door, “Whatever, I’m gonna be late to geometry class and I’m not gay.”
“It’s lesbian, San. Lez-bee-uhn,” Marcos said only to hear the sound of his precious car door being slammed.
He looked over to his twin [the one without the Mohawk] who shrugged his shoulders again, “Meh, I bet Mami’ll get it out of her one day and Santana’ll be shocked.”
---
Santana walked into her geometry class and took her seat that was on the left side of the room and right next to Mike Chang. As she took her seat, she glanced over at Mike and then shook her head, pushing all thoughts of their brothers romantically being together.
The bell rang and everyone was in their seats despite the absence of Mrs. Hepburn at the front of the class. A few minutes passed with no sign of their geometry teacher before the door creaked open. In walked a tall, gorgeous blonde that could immediately be one of the hottest teachers McKinley High has ever seen.
“Sorry I’m late you guys. Mrs. Hepburn will be on medical leave due to her problems with her pregnancy so I’ll be here to fill in her shoes until the end of the school year. I am Ms. Hemo and I hope we’ll have a fun-filled semester together,” she flashed a smile, her bright blue eyes sparkling a little bit.
“So without further ado, let’s open up your textbooks to page…” Santana was lost.
This substitute teacher was distracting and Santana couldn’t help but stare. The black heels, the hose, the knee-length pencil skirt, the blouse with the top three buttons unbuttoned, the hint of cleavage, the shining pendant around her neck, the perfect teeth, the smile, the bright eyes, the pinned up blonde hair, the nimble fingers that were playing around with the chalk, the-the-the hotness that was Ms. Hemo was distracting!
Santana blinked and then the bell rang once more, signaling the end of class. The Latina’s eyes grew wide and she looked up at the clock in bewilderment. An hour and a half couldn’t have passed within a blink of an eye, impossible! Santana walked out of class, mumbling underneath her breath like a mantra, “Not gay, not gay, not gay.”
---
Later on the day, after Cheerios practice, she went home with her brothers in their car. Quinn caught a ride with them and Santana held a vicious glare every time they glanced back at her. They dropped the blonde off and Eugene waggled his eyebrows at her, “You know she’s way better than Puckerman.”
“Shut up, Dumbo,” she sneered as she slammed the door shut and stocked off to her room.
Once in the recess of her room, Santana started on her homework so she could relax for the night. The sounds of a pencil scratching filled the room along with the soft background music coming from her dock. Her homework was nearly finished until she started up on geometry. Dark eyes scanned the pages, a hand flipped through the book and her other hand was buried in her hair, her long fingers gripping her head in frustration.
She shoved the book aside and threw her pencil down in aggravation, “Fuck! I don’t understand this!”
---
Two weeks have passed and Santana found herself sitting in Ms. Hemo’s empty classroom with a scowl on her face and a geometry test mocking her. 24%? It wasn’t even anywhere near a D- for passing and with all her scores from assignments, quizzes, and this most recent test, Santana now found herself ineligible for the next two weeks.
Everyone in extracurricular activities was required to be eligible every two weeks and Santana had already felt the wrath of Coach Sylvester an hour ago. Quinn had glanced at her apologetically before following the track-suited woman. The Latina could already feel her spot on varsity slipping between her fingers if she didn’t fix her grades soon.
Bright blue eyes observed the catatonic student and couldn’t help but smile, “Santana.”
Dark brown eyes snapped up to the geometry substitute teacher who held a soft look in her face, “We can still fix this and hopefully after two weeks under my tutelage you’ll be able to go back to practice.”
The Latina nodded solemnly, the scowl still on her face and mentally berated herself, if you actually paid any attention in class instead of Ms. Hemo’s legs you wouldn’t find yourself in this situation. And now I have to go through one-on-one tutoring with her! Ay Dios mio, be with me and give me strength.
Their lessons started with Santana having a hard time paying attention [causing her to scowl more] and it took her the weekend to talk herself into doing better. Monday rolled around for their third lesson; Ms. Hemo was there with her dazzling smile and never-ending patience to talk her through her mistakes all the way through, “You’re using the wrong postulate in this proof right here.”
Santana could feel the warmth from Ms. Hemo’s hand resting on the back of her chair, smell the perfume from when she leant close, and hear her pulse pounding in her head. Dios mio, I think I’m dying.
Ms. Hemo looked down at her distracted student and shook her head, “Santana.”
The Latina’s eyes grew wide, “Yes?”
“You’re distracted,” she smirked and pulled away before heading towards her desk and packing her things. “I’ve notice for our last three lessons that you’re not focused. Let’s take a break shall we? Starbucks, on me?”
And that’s how they started having their tutoring lessons at Starbucks instead of in the classroom for the remainder of Santana’s two weeks. The atmosphere in the coffee shop was enough to bring down her nerves and alleviate the scowl from her face. The geometry was getting easier, talking with Ms. Hemo was nice, and the free coffee was a bonus.
All was well until her last day of tutoring when her brothers came to pick her up. They caught her coming out of the blonde teacher’s car, a cup of mocha in her hand, a celebratory coffee of sorts for improving her grades and becoming eligible. After waving goodbye to Ms. Hemo, Santana slowly made her way towards her brothers.
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Once Santana stepped into her brothers’ car, they bombarded her with questions; “You went on a date with Ms. Hemo?”
“Are you kidding me? She’s the hottest teacher in the school! Tell me you have her number,” Marcos said frantically, reminding Santana too much of Puck’s love for older women.
Eugene nodded in agreement with his twin, “I mean come on. You’re our suave little sis. You had Heather gushing like crazy.”
“I told you that you could get any girl, or in this case, woman at McKinley High,” Marcos continued.
Santana growled, “I did not go on a date with Ms. Hemo, stupid. Would you just drive already?”
“You don’t get it San, Ms. Hemo is a fucking goddess!”
“Her legs go on forever, mmm. What I would do to have them wrap around my waist.”
“You guys are pigs…”
Eugene waved his hand around, “What part of ‘fucking goddess’ did you not get? You went on a date with a fucking goddess. Tell me you scored with her!”
Santana rolled her eyes, “Idiot, I just got tutored in geometry with her.”
“Is that what they call it these days? Geometry? At what angle did she spread her legs for you?” Marcos leered only to be met with a flying geometry book to the face.
“Shut up! Nothing happened. Comprendes?”
“Like I’m supposed to believe you only got tutoring from Ms. Hemo. Seriously? At Starbucks? That’s a fucking date.”
“Tell me that after the date there was some fucking. How could you not? She’s hot!”
“You smell like sex.”
“Hot sex with Ms. Hemo the fucking goddess.”
“It’s just sweat you retards. Would you leave it alone? It was just tutoring.”
“Just tutoring with a hot teacher that I would love to score with!”
“She’s a teacher. I’m not gonna get her fired by sleeping with her, even if she is hot.”
“So you would sleep with her.”
“And you admit she’s hot.”
“Which makes you a lesbian.”
Santana nearly face planted into the headrest and had to restrain herself from choking her brothers to death, “For the last time, I’m not gay! Just drive already. I wanna go home.”
Marcos finally pulled out of the parking lot and after a few minutes of silence, he looked at Santana through the rear view mirror, “The word is lesbian San, of course you’re not gay. Just admit it already.”
“Ugh, I can’t…” Santana said and shifted in her seat.
Eugene turned around and smiled, “You can admit it to us, San. We love you for you. You don’t have to tell Mami if you don’t want to. You’ve always got us to watch out for your back.”
More seconds of silence and Santana couldn’t help but smile at how accepting her brothers were, “Thanks…”
“So you admit it?”
She rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes.”
When they parked at home, Marcos turned around in his seat, an evil glint in his eye, “You still smell like sex.”
“With a fucking goddess,” Eugene snickered.
Santana growled and threw her lukewarm coffee at her brothers, causing it to spill over the seats, “I told you to leave it alone!”
“Are you serious? You stained my shirt!”
“You stained my car!”
In a split second, car doors were hastily opened and the chasing began. Mrs. Lopez sighed when she found her “grown up” children in the hallway wrestling like they used to five years ago. She shook her head and resumed making dinner, some things never change.
A/N: As I wrote this chapter, it kept going around in circles and I realized Santana couldn’t really hit too much on Ms. Hemo because it just seemed to weird. There was a lot of typing and deleting and rewriting. So I stuck with the tutoring as mentioned in Blondes and the sibling love [which I really happen to like, haha].