Caliente Mamí

Santana LopezWife, Mother, Friend, Multi-Platinum Recording Artist✦✦✦✦My family is my life. You mess with them, you mess with me.

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You’re blowing this out of proportion.

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I’m not though. You are. No more drinking, no more drugs. You go to school every day or I go with you.

[flynnevansx]

Because I missed one day? Really? That’’s a little over dramatic don’t you think.

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Because you missed one day because you were drunk, Finn. Enough is enough. 

[flynnevansx]

… Forget I even said anything.

[satanblopez-blog]

You better backpedal there, boy, and apologize to your mother. You know better than to be skipping class. If I need to hire someone to tail you ever second of the day, I can do that. Don’t test me.

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Text ✉ Santana

S. Well talk tomorrow.

F: yeah whatever.

S: remember the guy we named you after? He was in the army.

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Text ✉ Santana

S: because she loves you and worried about you

F: Sure. Now give me the real reason.

S. Well talk tomorrow.

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Text ✉ Santana

S: sure did.

F: You really didn't.

S: because she loves you and worried about you

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Text ✉ Santana

S: Not a reason

F: You didn't give me a real reason Mom doesn't want me to go into the army.

S: sure did.

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Text ✉ Santana

S: Why do you say that?

F: Because it really doesn't.

S: Not a reason

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Text ✉ Santana

S: Yes it does.

F: it really doesn't

S: Why do you say that?

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Text || Rachel

S: You're not so bad yourself.

R: I try.

S: Get down here. I brought home one of those cherry cheese danishes.

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Text ✉ Santana

S: Finn. Why do you think that?

F: Doesn't matter.

S: Yes it does.

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Text || Rachel

S: Good. Then it worked.

R: I love you - you know that, right? More than anything.

S: You're not so bad yourself.

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Text || Rachel

S: I was far from confident in high school, though I'm glad I put on a good face.

R: I know that now. Back then you were six feet tall and bulletproof, especially before you softened up.

S: Good. Then it worked.

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Text ✉ Santana

S: That isn't true. You'd do amazing in anything else.

F: Yeah ok.

S: Finn. Why do you think that?

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Text || Rachel

S: I'm glad you think of me as confident

R: Santana - I've always thought of you as confident. Back in school I wished I could carry myself like you did. And I know you had secrets and worries that I didn't know about, but I'd never have known it.

S: I was far from confident in high school, though I'm glad I put on a good face.

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Text || Rachel

S: I think it's a self confidence thing.

R: The two most self-confident people on the planet raise a son with self-confidence issues. There's irony in there somewhere, I know it.

S: I'm glad you think of me as confident

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Text || Rachel

S: I know he'll be okay, but it sounds like he's only doing it because he doesn't think he can do anything else

R: How did we ever leave him thinking that? I know he's always been his own man, but how did we let him think his only option was the army, of all things?

S: I think it's a self confidence thing.