Manda's note: Look who actually made herself do something. A bit coming your way today. All thanks to Isilady, you are my muse for the day. so thanks for this. Just something simple and short to start off with

Their fifteen years old sitting on her bed during one of her parents barbeques her window is wide open and there are people squawking and making commotion every which way. She'd rather just sit and watch the drama rather than her mother introduce her to any of the guys name Pablo, Javier, Jesus, or Raphael. She's perfectly content where she is, where none of her seven other siblings will care to look for her. They learned back when Mami and Pops put the 'no boys in bedrooms' rule on her that it'd be the one rule that she broke constantly. That's been exactly what she's done since. Exactly what she plans on continuing to do till they notice and ban her from something else, its become a game to her now.

Santana doesn't listen to directions. There's not a time that she can think of that she ever did listen to directions. They thought Carmen, who's only a year older than her, had been their worst child to deal with. Carmen would never dare to pull half the stuff that Santana already has done. Carmen is probably outside flirting with all of the boys that Mami says to do so with. Because, their mother is no saint , she's just as much of an instigator as her daughters have turned out to be. There isn't one of the Lopez girls that would dispute that. Syliva Lopez can hold her own in competition with the best of them. Even if she fakes herself on wearing white the day of her wedding and deserving it. Santana knows that that church confessional has heard more than its fair share of sins over the years. It'll just make fore amusement once judgment day finally comes for her.

As for the tainted Latina herself, she'd rather stay away from the fiascos going on outside of the window. she's perfectly content laying on her back under the male on top of her, just a fair red sheet covering their sweaty bodies. Age? is age really anything more than just a number? They've been doing this for far longer than her mother would ever want to know. But what do they say? When you have an itch you need to scratch it or it'll just get worse right? Well they found the way to scratch it and Santana could care less what her mother or anyone else for that matter would think of it.

His lips drag at a lazy pace across her collarbone telling her he's ready for another round and she swats him earning herself a mock glare. The moment of silence as he kisses his way back to her lips and she almost jumps. There's a cackle from the people outside of the house. a loud blazing cackle that beaks through the windows. She tears her head to sneer at the people who can't see or hear her as the loud talking in a language that she can't even comprehend happens. That's when he pulls back from her, lingering inches above her lips, she's tempted to pull him back down to her when his mouth opens again, "Do you ever think that nothing ever makes sense in Spanish? Like …ever think that all they ever talk about is like ….tacos?" Not that the comment from him surprised her.

"You're such an ass" she laughed and covered over his mouth with her hand. Truth was, he might have been an ass but he was pretty sure that he was her ass. That wasn't something she was going to complain about. Even if he made racist jokes that she should have been insulted by. But, Santana had never been a good Latina. "speaking of ass" he smirked as his hands slipped under her and down till he was pulling legs apart and settling himself in between her legs, a light kiss pressing to her lips. Well so much for any Spanish learning time. She'd be a little on the distracted side for a while.