Tenth [Action]

[akapeanut]

[George hasn't woken up in her parents' house in two years. Even back home she never expected to again.

But here she is, waking up to her mom's nagging, her dad's apathy, and her sister's quiet devotion. She goes to work and Dolores hates her. After, she goes to the Wafflehaus and Rube doesn't know who she is.

It's not real. She knows it isn't. But there's no way she's getting killed by a toilet seat again. She's gonna stay here and have a family again. She's already died once, right? She has literally nothing to lose.]

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[itsahotone]

[Tra la la, sooner or later Santana shows up at George's door. It may be deliberate, it may not.

It doesn't really matter, since now Santana is stuck who-knows-where, staring up at an all right looking house.]

[akapeanut]

[And George comes walking down the steps. Reggie trails behind her, clearly confused about this sudden attention from her older sister.]

Trust me. Frogs are reliable pets. They're, uh...

[Santana. Shit.]

...Fun.

[Reggie raises an eyebrow at the cheerleader, but more or less stays put as George advances on her.]

Why are you here?

[itsahotone]

Georgie!

[Cheery smile! And just for everyone's sake, let it be known that Santana is wearing a tight, short skirt and a much looser top, off one shoulder.]

Hoped I'd find you here.

[akapeanut]

[Reggie pretty distinctively and disdainfully mutters "Georgie?" from her place on the steps.]

Yeah, okay, now you can leave?

[George makes little flappy handed shooing gestures.]

[itsahotone]

[Santana will ignore the other tinier girl until that is impossible, and just give George a hurt look.]

You don't want to show me your house?

[akapeanut]

[George relaxes a little. Sure, this is probably a little fake, but. Well. She should maybe assume that Santana is capable of SOME feelings, right?]

Uh. Well, I guess. If you want. But then you should probably go.

[She glances around, vaguely nervous.]

I'm not sure how long you can stay.

[itsahotone]

Why?

[She puts her hands on her hips as she walks towards George. She leans close, which is very thoughtful in making sure George's sister doesn't hear, but it may look a little cozy to outsiders.]

Pretty sure you're not supposed to stay, either.

[akapeanut]

[George doesn't meet Santana's eyes.]

What's gonna happen? I'll die? Whoop-dee-friggin'-doo.

[itsahotone]

[Stare stare stare.]

Show me your house.

[She'll think of something.]

[akapeanut]

[Sigh.]

C'mon Reg. Santana wants to see the house.

[Reggie doesn't seem to trust Santana, but she doesn't say anything. She opens the door and George leads them inside. Joy sits in the living room, reading. She looks up when they enter.]

Oh. Who's this? Selling steaks?

She's just a friend mom. I'm-- we're gonna go up to my room.

Uh...huh.

[Joy doesn't seem convinced.]

[itsahotone]

[Santana, clearly the best guest ever, gives George's mother a wonderful WTF look.]

Selling steaks?

[Now she has turned that look on George. Nothing in the trampy way she is dressed screams meat-seller.]

[akapeanut]

What? It's a thing people do.

[Sigh. Again.]

Come on. Upstairs. Now.

[George moves to the stairs. Reggie follows. And if Santana cares to look, Joy is preparing to supervise their meeting as well.

George doesn't notice, though, and leads the way right up to her room.]

[itsahotone]

Forceful.

[That was said with the perfect amount of suggestiveness to be mostly innocent in the eyes of siblings and parents, but probably not for George herself.

Tra la la, taking in the sights as they go. Including...]

What's with the ducklings?

[akapeanut]

[dlakjs Santana, shut up, her mom is here.

She's less upset and more confused about the second thing, though. George turns, eyebrows raised.]

Uh, guys? A little privacy?

I just...don't know about her, Georgia.

Mom. Seriously. I'm ni-- eighteen. I can handle it.

"I'm eighteen, I can handle it". Yeah, sure. Next thing I know one of you drops a cigarette and burns the house down. Nope, not a chance. I'm staying right here.

[Joy crosses her arms and leans in the doorway. Reggie stands behind her, sending half-curious and half-jealous gazes Santana's way.]

[itsahotone]

[Santana walks around George's room, arms crossed, checking out every little thing. Then she shoots George's mom a look that is sweet as honey.]

Don't worry; I'm way too experienced to drop a cigarette. That would be silly.

[akapeanut]

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Cute. Who are you again?

Mom. Go. Please.

She called her "Georgie".

Oh my God, Reggie, shut up!

"Georgie", eh?

[Joy doesn't look upset so much as smug. This just enrages George further. Feeling adolescent and tortured, George takes to the bed, lying face down and screaming into a pillow.]

[itsahotone]

[Well, clearly everyone can see where this is headed. Santana shrugs her shoulders and perkily says:]

Santana. I'm Santana.

[She gives George a (false) concerned look.]

I guess George never mentioned me?

[akapeanut]

[George groans from the bed.]

Not once. Guess you aren't as important as you think you are, hm?

[George bristles and sits up, disrupting her pile of pillows quite violently.]

Mom, what the fuck?!

Language.

[itsahotone]

[Not all that offended, Santana just shrugs.]

Maybe she's just worried about how you'd react. [Her gaze flickers over George's lovely mother.] I can see why; you seem a little judgey.

[akapeanut]

And you seem a little trampy.

[George is just going to bury her face in her hands now. There is no way whatsoever for this to end well.]

[itsahotone]

Wow. And here I didn't even go into the dirty details of our sex life.

[Dum dee dum, just gonna sit on the bed next to poor hiding George now.]

[akapeanut]

What?

[Joy turns to George.]

What?

[George sighs.]

Don't even look at me like that. What the hell difference does it make? You don't want me to leave.

No. But I want her to.

[Joy advances on Santana-- a little too quickly to be convincingly real, but that isn't really the point.]

I'm gonna count to three. And you do not want me to get to three.

[itsahotone]

[If this were actually at all real, Santana would have been a little more polite this whole time.

A little.

However, it's not, and so Santana really doesn't care. She stays seated on the bed.]

Lady, I'm here to see your daughter, not play who can count the highest with you. Congrats on your skills, but I don't need to see an example.

[She makes a show of taking George's hand and entwining their fingers.]

And I'm not leaving without my girlfriend.

[akapeanut]

Girl-- you said you didn't--

[Oh. George gets it.

And honestly? She's a little fucking insulted.]

Get out.

[itsahotone]

[Le glare at le George.]

Only if you come, too.