Title: My Name
Spoilers: I don't think so.
Summary: This is a fic about Santana and her older brother when they were kids. I can't give you much more because it was give away too much. 'Garbage Face' mentioned.
Author's Note: I was in psychology today and thought about Santana and her older brother. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Nope, not today, nor tomorrow, but…Just no.
"Bag of Trash! You're home!" The little girl ran out the front door, flew off the low porch, and embraced her older brother. His small five year old arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him. She felt him tremble with the beginnings of tears. "Bag of Trash?" The four year old asked softly.
She glanced up at him from under her messy hair and saw clear tears running down his tan cheeks. "That's not my name." He whispered. Her face crunched and crinkled. Seeing this, he said, "Bag of Trash isn't my name." She opened her mouth when she heard his soft voice. "It's Carlos."
"Car-los?" The little girl repeated, uncomfortable with the new unfamiliar word in her mouth. "I thought it was Bag of Trash."
"Me too." He nodded. "But my teacher says it's Carlos. And if my name isn't Bag of Trash, maybe your name isn't Garbage Face." Or maybe school gave you a different name when you got there.
"What is my name?" She asked Carlos, pulling back a bit to see his face clearly. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, enough for her to feel it, and led them into their Abuela's house.
"I dunno. You'll have to wait until you start school."
"But that's a long, long time away!" She whined. From within the house, she heard the angry yell of 'Garbage Face' and leaving her brother's side to skip inside.
Carlos ran home from his school as fast as he could. It was his first day of first grade which means it was his little sisters first day of kindergarten, The Name Ceremony Day they dubbed it. He wanted to see her, wanted to know what name she had because he felt bad calling her Garbage Face and he wasn't Bag of Trash anymore. Seeing his Abuela's house just ahead, he slowed to breathe.
The front door was ripped open and his younger sister came tumbling out. "Carlos!" She slammed into his small frame. "Carlos! My name is Santana!"