Pulling up to the gated Smythe estate, Sebastian let out a sigh of exhaustion. From a former injury, his right hip was in pain with every step that he took, and the toll that the match took on him was no help either. After taking the keys out of the ignition, he picked up his duffle bag from the passenger kursi and slowly made his way towards the front door.

The Smythe mansion was a beautiful six-bedroom brick establishment, perfectly sculpted bushes and lush green lawns surrounding it on all four sides. The driveway ended with a roundabout in front of the door, and in the middle, a fountain...

"Sebastian, why did Thad say he saw anda drinking coffee with some McKinley girl at the Lima Bean?"

Sebastian sighed, it was time to put the plan into action.

"This 'McKinley girl' is actually my girlfriend, but I don't recall it being any of your business, Nick." Sebastian stated annoyed.

Last night all the details of Santana's and his plans were worked out, although the two argued like crazy. But in the end, they decided it was best if Sebastian came to McKinley, of course with the permission of his mom. The burung penyanyi, warbler captain knew that his dad wouldn't give a shit about which school he went too....

Santana Lopez sat on her tempat tidur inside her bedroom, her black phone laid before her and the teenager was thoughtfully staring at it.

Santana knew it had been a risky pindah to throw her mocha onto the chipmunks face.

Last time she had threatened to do that, he simply stated that his dad was a state attorney; which turned out to be true because she had searched it up. Sure enough Jeffery Smythe was a state attorney, which was great for him but horrible for the Latina.

Now she could literally go to a college in a jail yard.

Why did she have to let her emotions get the best of her?

Santana sighed and checked...

"Brittney I cinta you! I want us to stay together, why can't anda understand that I can give anda so much lebih then that cripple can?"

Santana Lopez recalled as she lay on her bed, snuggling her pillow.

It had been 1 hari since Brittney and Santana had fought.

"I understand Santana, I cinta anda too. But, I just feel better with Artie."

"What can I do to stay with you?"

"Santana, anda don't need to do anything you're perfect."

"It's that I'm a menggerutu, jalang isn't it? If anda need someone kind like four eyes then fine, I can change!"

Santana flipped her bantal over, wanting her cheek to touch the alat pendingin, pendingin side. She...

Santana steeled herself mentally, tightening her fists before heading downstairs to meet her parents. "Mami? Papi?" she asked timidly when she walked to the kitchen. Her father was at the meja membaca the paper and her mother was cooking.

"Hello sweetie." Her Mom greeted with a smile. Santana blew out a breath.

"Can I talk to anda guys?" her father put his paper down, eyes narrowing.

"Always baby. What is wrong?" he questioned. Santana shook her head, just deciding to go for it.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence.

"Mami….please say something…Papi?" Santana looked up at her Dad with wide teary eyes. He sighed....