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The morning of Noah’s Halloween, I have awoken to a horrible hangover. My head felt like it was being beaten upon by a jackhammer, my mouth tasted like it was filled with cotton balls, nausea and light hurt my eyes. I did not want to open my eyes but I slowly opened them to realize that I was not in room or in my bed. I bring myself up and leaned against the headboard to realize that my body ache everywhere especially in between my legs. I look around to see that I am in Noah’s room and soon notice that I am naked. I feel the heat making its way into my cheeks before pulling the sheets up to my chest to keep my modesty in case someone or Noah makes their way up here.
Why am I naked? It is obvious that I slept with someone but who. I do not recalled much of the party that occurred last night. I know that I was not that drunk to let anyone have their way with me. No one is my school finds very attractive except for Finn and Jesse but they find me attractive enough to sleep with. I know that I was not drunk enough to sleep with either of them because I was not ready to take our relationship that far so soon. I would not sleep around with just anyone but why I cannot recall who I slept with last night. I remember coming to the party with Finn, drinking quite a bit, Finn bringing me upstairs in order to ’get into my pants’ so to speak, rejecting his advances then proceed to cry because the tallish boy break up with me, then someone coming to comfort.
Everything after that is rather a blur and now I am alone with my thoughts. Why do I remember someone calling me baby girl and telling me to sleep well? Why did they stay around long enough for me to identify them? Did they find my presence so hideous that they did not want to stay? The thought makes my heart clench at it being a possibility. I know that I am not that pretty but I am not that bad of person despite the image that I project to others. I step out bed and put my clothes back on. I smooth out the wrinkles out of them and try to comb out my hair with my fingers before walking out of the Mohawk clad boy’s room.
I walk down the stairs to see most of the Glee club past from last night in various places in the living room with the exception of a quarterback and a certain Latin Cheerio. Did Santana come to the party last night? She normally comes to one of Noah’s parties and does not turn don free alcohol. This is very odd but my head is throbbing. All I want to do it to crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the weekend. I walk out of the house and down the street towards my house. Thank goodness that it is not a far of a walk and I unlocked the door of my home to hear movement coming from the kitchen. I close the door behind me and walk towards the kitchen to see my Dad and Daddy. They both up to see me standing in the doorway and give each other’s knowing looks. Daddy gets up from his seat and walks over towards me, placing a small kiss on my forehead before chuckling.
“May I ask what is so funny, Daddy?” I asked putting my hands on my hips.
“Nothing Pumpkin. There’s some Advil in the bathroom cabinet and I suggest that you eat something before you decide to go to bed” Daddy said smiling sympathetically.
“We’re assuming that you had a good time at the party but… not too much of a good time” Dad said raising an eyebrow.
I do not like lying to my Dads but I cannot tell them that I had a drunken one night of which I cannot recall. They would be so disappointed in me and I would hate to disappoint. My Dads can never find out about what occurred at Noah’s party.
“Yes, I had a good time but I wish to go to bed. I never wish to be hangover ever again” I said shaking my head.
“I bet you don’t but come eat something first” Daddy said ushering to the table.
I sit down as Daddy places food upon my plate as Dad lightly ruffles my hair affectionately. I swat his hand away and normally I would lecture him about tempering with a girl’s hair along with a PowerPoint presentation but I do not have the reserves to do it. Daddy places food in front of me and I pick up my fork to engorge myself on the deliciousness that is my Daddy’s cooking. I am glad that he made vegan pancakes because I do not wish to ever eat meat or animals ever again after watching a documentary on how the food industry treats the animals that they are serving to us on a daily basis. It made me sick to my stomach and I converted to being a vegan ever since. I can feel my hangover slowly disappearing but it is still there and it is making me very tired. I excuse myself and walk upstairs to the bathroom, easily finding the Advil in the bathroom kitchen. I take two of them with some water before entering my room and crawling under the bed to get some rest before returning to school the next day. I am going to find out who I slept with last night if it is the last thing that I do. I have a few words for him about taking advantage of a drunken girl.
I’m at home, lying on the couch as I flip through the channels on the TV but nothing good is on. My house is pretty big and lavish since my Dad is an actual doctor and not a teeth one. He works so much that I see him maybe once or twice a week if that. I know that he wants to be able to give me and my baby brother everything that we could want but we really need is him to be here. I love my 6 year old brother Guillermo or Memo for short but I shouldn’t have to take care of him. I’m not old enough to be a parent but I don’t have a choice since with my Dad being a workaholic and my Mother being M.I.A. for the last years of our lives. I’m not sure where she went but we haven’t heard a word from her ever since and it tore my family apart. She just left a note saying that she couldn’t take it anymore and needed to find or whatever the fuck that means.
I don’t thing she intended for me to find it but I did and my Dad was never the same after that. He picked up more hours at the hospital to cope with the pain of his wife leaving and I didn’t feel much after that. I promise myself that I would look after Memo to love and protect him since his Mami decided to leave us behind. I asked myself for years why she left and to this day I still don’t have an answer but fuck her. She doesn’t deserves us and we don’t need her. Not many people have see my house besides Brittany and Quinn but if people knew that I don’t actually live in Lima Heights, it would ruin my reputation and people won’t respect or fear me like they do. I used to live there when my Dad was going to medial school but he quickly moved us out of there as soon as he could. I hear a light footsteps walking against the wooden floorboards and something being dragged against the floor. I see a head of messy black curls making itself known to see that it’s Memo. He’s rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his blue blanket in his hand before making his way over towards me. He climbs onto top of me before flopping down on me as the air is force out of my lungs. My brother is getting heavier and heavier everyday but I love the little booger.
"Santi, I’m hungry”
“Go make you something. You know how to make cereal” I said rolling my eyes.
“But I want pancakes and you said that I’m not allowed to use the stove” Memo said looking up at me.
“Ugh, you’re such a lazy little booger” I said sighing annoyed.
“But I’m your booger” Memo said grinning cheekily.
“Get me off before I go all Lima Heights on you” I said playfully pushing him off of me.
I love my baby brother because he’s mine even though he get my ever-loving nerves. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for him and I refuse to let anything happen to him. I pulled out the supplies before pouring them together in a bowl. I pour the batter into a pan before flipping it.
“Santi, why doesn’t Brittany come anymore?” Memo asked walking into the kitchen.
“Why are you talking about? She comes over all the time” I said frowning.
“Nuh-uh, not like she used. Doesn’t she like us anymore” Memo asked pouting.
“Of course but she has a boyfriend and she wants to spend time with him too” I said putting the pancakes on some plates.
“That’s stupid. She was ours first” Memo said frowning.
Amen to that! I couldn’t agree more. Gotta love my brother. Sometimes I can see myself in him and it’s scary but not now. I know how much Memo loves the blonde dancer and spending time with her. Now that she’s with Cripples McGee, she doesn’t spend as much time with us like she used to. I know that the 6 year old misses her a lot but there’s nothing that I can do about that because I barely repaired my friendship with the blonde. I can’t risk losing her again.
“I know Memo but sometimes things change and we’re not gonna always like it” I said ruffling his hair.
“I guess… so does that mean that you’re gonna get a boyfriend?” Memo asked titling his head to the side.
“I don’t think I’m ever gonna get a boyfriend” I said laughing a little.
“Why not? You’re very pretty, you cooking awesome food, you sing me to sleep, read me stories and take very good care of me.
I knot that I love you so why won’t anyone else love you too” Memo said smiling.
Memo definitely has a way with words and I love that he thinks that I can have anyone that I wanted. If only that was true. If I could get the one person that I truly liked than I would be over the moon but things ain’t that simple. In the 6 year old’s mind, things would be that simple but in a few years he’ll have to learn that.
“Thanks Memo but I don’t want a boyfriend” I said shaking my head.
“You want a girlfriend?” Memo asked innocently.
I nearly choked on my pancakes at my brother’s question. Does he even know what’ he’s asking me? I really hope that he doesn’t. I know that I like girls but in this town, being different let alone being alone gay is very dangerous. Look at Kurt who’s out of the closet and open about his sexuality. He got thrown into dumpsters and had slushies thrown in his face everyday before switching schools. I know that Rachel isn’t gay but she get harassed everyday for being different and having two gay fathers. I was part making their lives miserable and I regret what I did because I wouldn’t want Memo to become a bully.
“What are you talking about, Memo?” I asked frowning.
“A girlfriend? To kiss and hug like what you and Brittany used to do”
“We weren’t dating” I said rubbing my temple.
“But you didn’t say that you didn’t want a girlfriend. Can I find you one?” Memo asked bouncing in his seat.
“No, you can’t find me a girlfriend and I don’t want one either” I said glaring at my brother.
“But”
“Memo, I mean it. We’re done with this conversation” I said sternly.
Memo huffed before folding his arms and muttered fine under his breath. I don’t know what he thinks I want a girlfriend but I don’t want to deal with this right now. I grabbed our plates and rising them off in the sink before putting them in the dish washer. I turned around to see that my brother had walked out of the kitchen and I walked out of the kitchen into the living room. Memo is sitting on the couch with his arms folded and a pout on his face. I know that he’s upset with me right now but he’ll get over it. The 6 year old pouts for a few hours before he comes to bug me to do something with him.
End of ch. 1