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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[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.

[akapeanut]

[George glares. At the floor.]

Fuck you.

[itsahotone]

[hisshiss]

I am trying to help you.

[akapeanut]

[George crosses her arms.

The worst part?

Santana probably won't figure out what upset her.]

[itsahotone]

[STARE.]

Fine. You wanna die here? Fine. Don't come crying to me when you're back in Wonderland with one less life to waste.

[Santana seems oddly bothered by this.]

[akapeanut]

Like you care.

[George doesn't notice.]

[itsahotone]

Uh-huh, of course not. Exactly why I bothered coming here at all.

Whatever. Have fun with the certain doom.

[Out of the way, dream-Joy and dream-Reggie.]

[akapeanut]

[George is just too pouty to care about anything. Poutpoutpout.]

[itsahotone]

[Oh, hold on. Santana pauses mid-stomping-off, by Reggie.]

Call me in ten years and you lose the glasses.

[She shoots George one last glare and is off.]