Her (3/5)
Title: Her (3/5)
Chapter Title: Heather Fabray
Pairing: Santana/Brittany; Santana/Several Blondes
Chapter Pairing: Santana/Heather, David/Heather, Naya/Heather
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’d have to say that this chapter is by far, my favorite chapter to write. Probably because the dog pile scene has been in my head ever since I wrote Blondes. SO! Enjoy. :)
My Master Fic List
Back in the times of Mrs. Lopez, it wasn’t unusual to come from a family of seven or thirteen. It was pretty normal. Mrs. Lopez was the youngest of seven and even her husband came from a family of five. She was used to a rather big family and even bigger family reunions. Now, two children is the average per family and four is kind of pushing it. The Lopez clan however, doesn’t follow society’s average and Mrs. Lopez has six children [five boys and one girl] before deciding that it’s enough.
David Lopez is her eldest son and he’s just turned fourteen years old. He loves to play soccer and even though he’s the oldest, he’s always wrestling and playing with his younger siblings. In school, David goes with the flow and follows the current fad, which happens to be highlighted hair [his spiky, short hair has flecks of blonde and is in a wild array]. He’s a soccer god and a bit of a jock but he’s yet to have a girlfriend. There is a girl he talks about and Mrs. Lopez can already see a very jealous Santana because they happen to like the same girl.
Marcos and Eugene Lopez are Mrs. Lopez’s twelve-year-old twin sons. They’re the troublemakers of the family and often beat up on their little sister [that’s probably where she got her violent streak from] but they’ll be the first ones in your face if you mess with Santana. Marcos and Eugene fight at least once a day but you’ll never find one without the other. They’re skaters and cause trouble at school but no one will ever believe that they’re very bright children.
Santana Lopez is the only daughter of the family but she can hold her own. Even though she’s only nine years old, her brothers rough her up and have taught her how to fight. Mr. and Mrs. Lopez have visited the principal’s office far too many times [more times than for the twins] and they know what she’s capable of. Santana’s said she would rule the world one day and Mrs. Lopez has no doubt she will [she actually fears for the world].
Santana doesn’t cry and she’s always scowling unless it deals with a love interest [i.e: Dianna, Quinn, and her most recent love interest Heather]. Mrs. Lopez finds it adorable that Santana’s only sweet with certain people and loves having the Fabray girls over [just because Mrs. Lopez has a guilty pleasure of seeing her only daughter get all mushy].
Romeo Lopez is five years old but he always wants to play with his older siblings. He thinks it’s pretty cool that he’s an older brother and that he goes to school. Romeo is very observant and kind of quiet but he’ll dive in headfirst when there’s a dog pile being started. Mrs. Lopez worries about him because he’s so quiet when he’s at school and the teachers are having problems getting him to talk but at home he’s a chatterbox.
The youngest of the Lopez clan is Santino Lopez and he’s barely a year old. He can stand on his feet if he’s holding onto something and they’re working on getting him to walk. Mrs. Lopez doesn’t have to worry too much about him as long as he stays in his crib but she worries when all of his siblings want to play with him. Sometimes they get a little over excited.
It goes without saying that the Lopez household is very busy and loud at times and today it’s only going to get louder. The whole family is in the backyard, prepared to enjoy the weekend with a family barbeque. Mr. Lopez is starting the grill and Mrs. Lopez has just gotten off the phone from inviting Heather Fabray over, poor little Quinn is sick with the flu.
All the children are playing with each other except for baby Santino, who’s currently sleeping in his car seat. Soon, all of them begin arguing.
“No, you’re stupid Santana.”
“Marcos, don’t call your sister that.”
“Well, you’re mentally retarded.”
“Santana…”
“Papi! He started it!”
“At least I’m tall you shrimp.”
“Yeah, shorty.”
“I’m taller than all of you.”
“Pimple face.”
“Dumbos.”
“Ay Dios mio, children!”
“My ears are not that big, Eugene’s on the other hand…”
“We’re twins you retard.”
“You’re all just stupid.”
“Pipsqueak.”
“They’re not gonna stop are they, honey?”
“Shut up zit boy.”
“Afraid not, mi amor.”
“Look who’s talking, bed wetter.”
“That was Marcos.”
“No, it was not.”
“Liar.”
“David’s just stupid and has a hairy butt.”
“Yeah? Well you’re a little demon spawn, Santana.”
“At least I don’t have acne problems.”
“Yeah, you can connect the dots with his face.”
“Shut it or I’ll knock you over.”
“Make me, pimple face.”
“Dumbo.”
“Hairy butt.”
“Stupid.”
“Bed wetter.”
“Retard.”
“DUCKIES!” Romeo exclaimed with his arms high above his head, not wanting to be left out of the shouting contest.
Mrs. Lopez could feel the beginnings of a headache coming around and was relieved to hear the doorbell ringing. Mr. Lopez on the other hand, was counting down to the inevitable wrestling match that would soon start. Eugene shoved Marcos who shoved him right back. Santana kicked David and then tackled Marcos. David had Eugene in a headlock and then all of a sudden they were in a dog pile. Shirts were ruffled up, hair was pulled, punches were exchanged…the typical display of sibling love. Romeo smiled and then jumped to the top right as Heather was brought into the backyard.
Romeo spotted her from the top of his throne [of dead bodies er…older siblings], “Heather!”
Santana was near the bottom of the dog pile before delivering a swift kick to David’s stomach and then crawling out. She was a bit of a mess but she walked up to Heather with a cute smile, “Hi Heather.”
Heather grinned at the only sister of David and patted her head, “Hey there, munchkin. Having fun?”
The Latina girl nodded furiously, not seeming to mind the comment of ‘munchkin’, “Yeah. Lots.”
Santana looked over to her brothers who were being reprimanded by her mother before motioning for Heather to bring her head closer. Heather bent down and leaned in but she was still far so Santana motioned for her to come closer. The blonde leaned in once more and again, she wasn’t close enough so Santana motioned her even closer. Heather leaned in and once she was close enough for the little girl, Santana kissed her on the cheek and then whispered, “You look very pretty today.”
Heather pulled away slowly and couldn’t help but smile at the blush on the little girl’s face, “Aww, thank you munchkin. You’re very sweet.”
Santana shuffled her weight from one foot to the other and was staring at the ground before looking back up with a sheepish smile, “You’re always pretty, Heather.”
Heather melted at the Latina girl’s words and patted her head, “You’re such a charming little girl, Santana. You have no idea.”
David finally made his way to the two and wrapped his arm around his sister before messing up her hair, “That’s for kicking me, pipsqueak.”
Santana shoved his arm off of her and kicked his shin, “Shut up, Gorilla Butt.”
She watched as her brother hopped around and she had a smug look on her face before running off towards her father, “Papi, Papi! Are the burgers done yet?”
Mr. Lopez looked down at his daughter and kissed the top of her head, finding her dirty appearance a bit endearing, “Most of them are done, mija. Would you like one?”
Santana bobbed her head up and down and Mr. Lopez let out a chuckle at her enthusiasm. He made sure the patties on the grill were okay before quickly making a plate for his daughter, “Here you go, mija. Don’t run with that, you might drop it.”
“Gracias, Papi,” Santana said before hastily walking [not running] back towards David and Heather.
Heather and David were still talking when the tall blonde noticed little Santana stand right in front of her, “What’s up, munchkin?”
She melted again when the little girl shuffled her feet once more, “I got you a plate.”
“Thanks Santana, you’re always so thoughtful and sweet,” Heather took the plate and rubbed the girl’s head.
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David and Heather are sixteen when they decide to pursue a relationship. Santana isn’t at all pleased and Mrs. Lopez has to hide her amusement from them because it feels like a teenage soap opera except it’s just too cute with how young Santana is.
It’s a weekend and Heather’s over at the house again. The two are locked up in David’s room and Santana just glares at the bedroom door, filled with rage and jealousy. An hour passes and then David exits the room to get something from downstairs.
Santana sneaked over to her brother’s room and entered, to see Heather sitting on her brother’s bed, the X-Box turned on with some Halo game playing, and two controllers sitting out. Heather looks back and seems happy to see Santana.
“Hey munchkin,” Heather greets her with a smile.
She leans against her brother’s desk and plays around with an eraser, refusing to look up into Heather’s questioning eyes. The blonde grows curious to the Latina girl’s silence but Santana soon speaks up, “I’d be better.”
Heather tilts her head in confusion, “Better?”
The Latina nods but doesn’t look up, her body doing the usual shuffling from foot to foot, “I’d be better than David.”
“Better than David?”
Santana finally looks up with a serious look in her eye and she confidently says, “I’d treat you better than David ever would.”
Heather once again melts at the endearing brunette and stands up to come closer to the girl. She places her hand on the girl’s cheek, “I’m sure you would, munchkin. But if you were only older would I really go for it.”
Santana felt her little heart break and looked over to the side with a scowl. Heather smiled and kissed the lines on Santana’s forehead. A few seconds passed and Santana let out a defeated sigh, the lines on her forehead disappearing. She looked up at her crush, “So let’s say if I were older…I could date you?”
“Of course munchkin, but right now I’m dating your brother and you’re still too young. Wait a few more years and we’ll see,” Heather gave her a wink and kissed her cheek. “You should go now before David gets back, I don’t want to see another wrestling match.”
Santana nodded and turned to go while Heather placed herself back on the bed. Heather was surprised to see Santana back in front of her, a confident look in her eye. The little girl leaned up and kissed her on the cheek, dangerously close to the corner of her lip. As she pulled away, she looked straight into Heather’s eyes and whispered, “You look very pretty today.”
And with that, Santana left the room and Heather held the side of her cheek, for once feeling embarrassed by the eleven year old. “Wow, munchkin…you still got it,” she said out loud to the empty room.
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Heather was leaving for college today and Santana threw a fit about it months ago. It was a little disheartening to not see the Latina at the airport but at least Naya was there for her, her girlfriend of four years and going strong. David was a really good beard and she’d always thank him for helping her get through their high school years.
She was hugging everyone goodbye and before she and Naya could leave towards the gate, the sounds of running feet and a desperate yell reached her ears. Heather turned around just in time to catch Santana in her arms, “I know I said I was mad at you but I didn’t want you to leave without saying goodbye.”
Heather smiled fondly at the girl before giving her a big hug. After a few tears on Santana’s part [she blames the wind from running], Heather finally says goodbye and walks towards the gate with her hand in Naya’s. She stops about mid-way when she hears shouting again and turns back to see airport security struggling with an enraged Santana. Naya lets out a chuckle and gives her girlfriend a brief kiss before nudging her back towards the young teen.
Santana manages to kick the guard in the shin and elbow him in the stomach before running towards Heather who’s calmly walking back. Slightly out of breath, Santana reaches Heather and motions for her to come closer. Heather knows this routine but goes along with it. Heather’s not close enough and Santana motions closer, once more it is repeated and Santana whispers in her ear, “You look very pretty today.”
Santana leans in to kiss Heather’s cheek but she is pleasantly surprised when the tall blonde presses her lips against hers for a second. Heather’s blue eyes are filled with mirth and Santana’s face is a crimson red, “You’re still very charming and sweet, Santana. Your girlfriend’s going to be lucky to have you one day.”
Heather walks back to Naya and the two head towards the plane. Naya nudges her girlfriend’s shoulder, “You do realize you just gave her her first kiss right?”
“Just like I gave you yours?”
Naya smiles and kisses Heather, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
A/N: Well, I had fun. Hope you had fun reading!!!!
Chapter Title: Heather Fabray
Pairing: Santana/Brittany; Santana/Several Blondes
Chapter Pairing: Santana/Heather, David/Heather, Naya/Heather
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’d have to say that this chapter is by far, my favorite chapter to write. Probably because the dog pile scene has been in my head ever since I wrote Blondes. SO! Enjoy. :)
My Master Fic List
Back in the times of Mrs. Lopez, it wasn’t unusual to come from a family of seven or thirteen. It was pretty normal. Mrs. Lopez was the youngest of seven and even her husband came from a family of five. She was used to a rather big family and even bigger family reunions. Now, two children is the average per family and four is kind of pushing it. The Lopez clan however, doesn’t follow society’s average and Mrs. Lopez has six children [five boys and one girl] before deciding that it’s enough.
David Lopez is her eldest son and he’s just turned fourteen years old. He loves to play soccer and even though he’s the oldest, he’s always wrestling and playing with his younger siblings. In school, David goes with the flow and follows the current fad, which happens to be highlighted hair [his spiky, short hair has flecks of blonde and is in a wild array]. He’s a soccer god and a bit of a jock but he’s yet to have a girlfriend. There is a girl he talks about and Mrs. Lopez can already see a very jealous Santana because they happen to like the same girl.
Marcos and Eugene Lopez are Mrs. Lopez’s twelve-year-old twin sons. They’re the troublemakers of the family and often beat up on their little sister [that’s probably where she got her violent streak from] but they’ll be the first ones in your face if you mess with Santana. Marcos and Eugene fight at least once a day but you’ll never find one without the other. They’re skaters and cause trouble at school but no one will ever believe that they’re very bright children.
Santana Lopez is the only daughter of the family but she can hold her own. Even though she’s only nine years old, her brothers rough her up and have taught her how to fight. Mr. and Mrs. Lopez have visited the principal’s office far too many times [more times than for the twins] and they know what she’s capable of. Santana’s said she would rule the world one day and Mrs. Lopez has no doubt she will [she actually fears for the world].
Santana doesn’t cry and she’s always scowling unless it deals with a love interest [i.e: Dianna, Quinn, and her most recent love interest Heather]. Mrs. Lopez finds it adorable that Santana’s only sweet with certain people and loves having the Fabray girls over [just because Mrs. Lopez has a guilty pleasure of seeing her only daughter get all mushy].
Romeo Lopez is five years old but he always wants to play with his older siblings. He thinks it’s pretty cool that he’s an older brother and that he goes to school. Romeo is very observant and kind of quiet but he’ll dive in headfirst when there’s a dog pile being started. Mrs. Lopez worries about him because he’s so quiet when he’s at school and the teachers are having problems getting him to talk but at home he’s a chatterbox.
The youngest of the Lopez clan is Santino Lopez and he’s barely a year old. He can stand on his feet if he’s holding onto something and they’re working on getting him to walk. Mrs. Lopez doesn’t have to worry too much about him as long as he stays in his crib but she worries when all of his siblings want to play with him. Sometimes they get a little over excited.
It goes without saying that the Lopez household is very busy and loud at times and today it’s only going to get louder. The whole family is in the backyard, prepared to enjoy the weekend with a family barbeque. Mr. Lopez is starting the grill and Mrs. Lopez has just gotten off the phone from inviting Heather Fabray over, poor little Quinn is sick with the flu.
All the children are playing with each other except for baby Santino, who’s currently sleeping in his car seat. Soon, all of them begin arguing.
“No, you’re stupid Santana.”
“Marcos, don’t call your sister that.”
“Well, you’re mentally retarded.”
“Santana…”
“Papi! He started it!”
“At least I’m tall you shrimp.”
“Yeah, shorty.”
“I’m taller than all of you.”
“Pimple face.”
“Dumbos.”
“Ay Dios mio, children!”
“My ears are not that big, Eugene’s on the other hand…”
“We’re twins you retard.”
“You’re all just stupid.”
“Pipsqueak.”
“They’re not gonna stop are they, honey?”
“Shut up zit boy.”
“Afraid not, mi amor.”
“Look who’s talking, bed wetter.”
“That was Marcos.”
“No, it was not.”
“Liar.”
“David’s just stupid and has a hairy butt.”
“Yeah? Well you’re a little demon spawn, Santana.”
“At least I don’t have acne problems.”
“Yeah, you can connect the dots with his face.”
“Shut it or I’ll knock you over.”
“Make me, pimple face.”
“Dumbo.”
“Hairy butt.”
“Stupid.”
“Bed wetter.”
“Retard.”
“DUCKIES!” Romeo exclaimed with his arms high above his head, not wanting to be left out of the shouting contest.
Mrs. Lopez could feel the beginnings of a headache coming around and was relieved to hear the doorbell ringing. Mr. Lopez on the other hand, was counting down to the inevitable wrestling match that would soon start. Eugene shoved Marcos who shoved him right back. Santana kicked David and then tackled Marcos. David had Eugene in a headlock and then all of a sudden they were in a dog pile. Shirts were ruffled up, hair was pulled, punches were exchanged…the typical display of sibling love. Romeo smiled and then jumped to the top right as Heather was brought into the backyard.
Romeo spotted her from the top of his throne [of dead bodies er…older siblings], “Heather!”
Santana was near the bottom of the dog pile before delivering a swift kick to David’s stomach and then crawling out. She was a bit of a mess but she walked up to Heather with a cute smile, “Hi Heather.”
Heather grinned at the only sister of David and patted her head, “Hey there, munchkin. Having fun?”
The Latina girl nodded furiously, not seeming to mind the comment of ‘munchkin’, “Yeah. Lots.”
Santana looked over to her brothers who were being reprimanded by her mother before motioning for Heather to bring her head closer. Heather bent down and leaned in but she was still far so Santana motioned for her to come closer. The blonde leaned in once more and again, she wasn’t close enough so Santana motioned her even closer. Heather leaned in and once she was close enough for the little girl, Santana kissed her on the cheek and then whispered, “You look very pretty today.”
Heather pulled away slowly and couldn’t help but smile at the blush on the little girl’s face, “Aww, thank you munchkin. You’re very sweet.”
Santana shuffled her weight from one foot to the other and was staring at the ground before looking back up with a sheepish smile, “You’re always pretty, Heather.”
Heather melted at the Latina girl’s words and patted her head, “You’re such a charming little girl, Santana. You have no idea.”
David finally made his way to the two and wrapped his arm around his sister before messing up her hair, “That’s for kicking me, pipsqueak.”
Santana shoved his arm off of her and kicked his shin, “Shut up, Gorilla Butt.”
She watched as her brother hopped around and she had a smug look on her face before running off towards her father, “Papi, Papi! Are the burgers done yet?”
Mr. Lopez looked down at his daughter and kissed the top of her head, finding her dirty appearance a bit endearing, “Most of them are done, mija. Would you like one?”
Santana bobbed her head up and down and Mr. Lopez let out a chuckle at her enthusiasm. He made sure the patties on the grill were okay before quickly making a plate for his daughter, “Here you go, mija. Don’t run with that, you might drop it.”
“Gracias, Papi,” Santana said before hastily walking [not running] back towards David and Heather.
Heather and David were still talking when the tall blonde noticed little Santana stand right in front of her, “What’s up, munchkin?”
She melted again when the little girl shuffled her feet once more, “I got you a plate.”
“Thanks Santana, you’re always so thoughtful and sweet,” Heather took the plate and rubbed the girl’s head.
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David and Heather are sixteen when they decide to pursue a relationship. Santana isn’t at all pleased and Mrs. Lopez has to hide her amusement from them because it feels like a teenage soap opera except it’s just too cute with how young Santana is.
It’s a weekend and Heather’s over at the house again. The two are locked up in David’s room and Santana just glares at the bedroom door, filled with rage and jealousy. An hour passes and then David exits the room to get something from downstairs.
Santana sneaked over to her brother’s room and entered, to see Heather sitting on her brother’s bed, the X-Box turned on with some Halo game playing, and two controllers sitting out. Heather looks back and seems happy to see Santana.
“Hey munchkin,” Heather greets her with a smile.
She leans against her brother’s desk and plays around with an eraser, refusing to look up into Heather’s questioning eyes. The blonde grows curious to the Latina girl’s silence but Santana soon speaks up, “I’d be better.”
Heather tilts her head in confusion, “Better?”
The Latina nods but doesn’t look up, her body doing the usual shuffling from foot to foot, “I’d be better than David.”
“Better than David?”
Santana finally looks up with a serious look in her eye and she confidently says, “I’d treat you better than David ever would.”
Heather once again melts at the endearing brunette and stands up to come closer to the girl. She places her hand on the girl’s cheek, “I’m sure you would, munchkin. But if you were only older would I really go for it.”
Santana felt her little heart break and looked over to the side with a scowl. Heather smiled and kissed the lines on Santana’s forehead. A few seconds passed and Santana let out a defeated sigh, the lines on her forehead disappearing. She looked up at her crush, “So let’s say if I were older…I could date you?”
“Of course munchkin, but right now I’m dating your brother and you’re still too young. Wait a few more years and we’ll see,” Heather gave her a wink and kissed her cheek. “You should go now before David gets back, I don’t want to see another wrestling match.”
Santana nodded and turned to go while Heather placed herself back on the bed. Heather was surprised to see Santana back in front of her, a confident look in her eye. The little girl leaned up and kissed her on the cheek, dangerously close to the corner of her lip. As she pulled away, she looked straight into Heather’s eyes and whispered, “You look very pretty today.”
And with that, Santana left the room and Heather held the side of her cheek, for once feeling embarrassed by the eleven year old. “Wow, munchkin…you still got it,” she said out loud to the empty room.
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Heather was leaving for college today and Santana threw a fit about it months ago. It was a little disheartening to not see the Latina at the airport but at least Naya was there for her, her girlfriend of four years and going strong. David was a really good beard and she’d always thank him for helping her get through their high school years.
She was hugging everyone goodbye and before she and Naya could leave towards the gate, the sounds of running feet and a desperate yell reached her ears. Heather turned around just in time to catch Santana in her arms, “I know I said I was mad at you but I didn’t want you to leave without saying goodbye.”
Heather smiled fondly at the girl before giving her a big hug. After a few tears on Santana’s part [she blames the wind from running], Heather finally says goodbye and walks towards the gate with her hand in Naya’s. She stops about mid-way when she hears shouting again and turns back to see airport security struggling with an enraged Santana. Naya lets out a chuckle and gives her girlfriend a brief kiss before nudging her back towards the young teen.
Santana manages to kick the guard in the shin and elbow him in the stomach before running towards Heather who’s calmly walking back. Slightly out of breath, Santana reaches Heather and motions for her to come closer. Heather knows this routine but goes along with it. Heather’s not close enough and Santana motions closer, once more it is repeated and Santana whispers in her ear, “You look very pretty today.”
Santana leans in to kiss Heather’s cheek but she is pleasantly surprised when the tall blonde presses her lips against hers for a second. Heather’s blue eyes are filled with mirth and Santana’s face is a crimson red, “You’re still very charming and sweet, Santana. Your girlfriend’s going to be lucky to have you one day.”
Heather walks back to Naya and the two head towards the plane. Naya nudges her girlfriend’s shoulder, “You do realize you just gave her her first kiss right?”
“Just like I gave you yours?”
Naya smiles and kisses Heather, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
A/N: Well, I had fun. Hope you had fun reading!!!!