CHAPTER ONE: THE CHOIR ROOM

Santana Lopez stood in front of the glee club. "Two a.m. and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake. Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season..."

The rest of the glee club listened to Santana sing "Breathe" by Anna Nalick. Mr. Schuester had given them a free week, meaning that they could sing whatever song they wanted to. Santana had always loved this song, so that's what she chose to sing.

As Santana finished, there were many teary eyes in the choir room, including her own. You see, Santana had been told something last night, something she never thought she'd hear. Her mother had told her that she had been adopted.

Apparently, a long time ago, a woman named Carmen Sanchez had had baby Santana taken away from her after her husband had died and she had gone crazy. Apparently Carmen was also an illegal Mexican immigrant. Santana had no desire to meet this woman, however, she did have a desire to meet her real mother, Gabrielle Solis.

Years ago, the hospital Santana had been born at had mixed up her and another baby, a little girl named Juanita. Juanita had been given to Gabrielle, and Santana had been given to Carmen.

Unfortunately, Santana had no idea how to come in contact with her real mother. However, she was pretty sure she had heard the name Gabrielle Solis before, she just wasn't sure where she'd heard it.

Santana sat down in the chair beside Brittany, applause ringing throughout the choir room. Santana wiped her eyes and hugged Brittany. Mr. Schue came close to her. "Santana, are you alright?"

Santana smiled. "I don't know. I found out I was adopted last night, Mister Schue."

Mr. Schuester stepped closer to Santana, patting her on the back as she started crying harder. Brittany wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, and the rest of the glee club comforted her with their words.

"Do you know who your real parents are?" asked Rachel.

Santana wiped her eyes again, smiling back at Rachel, not something she did often. "Carlos and Gabrielle Solis."

"SHUT UP!" yelled Kurt suddenly. Everyone looked at him, all of them thinking, "How could you say 'shut up' to a person who is hysterically crying?"

Kurt stood up. "I'm not being insensitive. It's just that Gabrielle Solis is like a goddess in the fashion world. I'm guessing none of you have seen Gabrielle's Closet. It's this amazing show on the Home Shopping Network where Gabrielle talks about clothes for an entire glorious hour. She also joined The Fashion Bitches on Style just this season. She's the best one on there! Better than Tim Gunn!"

"Oh her!" exclaimed Mercedes. "Sweetie, your mother is the queen of the divas!"

Santana looked at them. "Can you bring up an episode of one of these shows or something? So I can see what she's like?"

Kurt smiled and jumped up. He rolled the television stand to the front of the room, then turned it on. He flipped through the basic cable until he reached Style. On the screen, Tim Gunn, another guy, and two women were talking about Miley Cyrus's new haircut. It zoomed in on the face of a Latina. Kurt squealed a little. "There she is! That's your mom!"

Santana watched as her mother spoke, not listening to the words. She took in her full appearance. Santana's lips turned up in a smile. "She-She's beautiful."

"So what are you going to do?" asked Quinn. "Jump on a plane and go to the set saying you're her daughter?"

"No. I'm going to write a letter," said Santana. She reached into a bag and pulled out a pad of pale pink stationery and a sparkly pen. She stared at the paper for a moment. "I have no idea what to write."

"Start with 'Dear Gabrielle'," suggested Kurt.

Santana nodded. "Right."

Santana met the pen to the paper and neatly wrote "Dear Gabrielle". She put a coma after it. "What now? Do I just explain everything that happened or what?"

Brittany shrugged. "What else could you say?"

Santana nodded. "Good point, Britt."

With the help of the rest of New Directions, Santana's letter was completed in less than an hour. She folded it up and put it into one of her matching envelopes. She was about to lick the flap and seal it, but Mr. Schuester stopped her. Santana looked up at him. "What?"

"You have to put a picture of yourself in there," said Mr. Schue. He disappeared into his office for a moment, then came out with a wallet-sized picture of Santana. Santana smiled and dropped the picture into the envelope. She sealed it shut and smiled. "How do I get her address?"

Kurt used the internet on his phone. He showed the screen to Santana. "There's her fanmail address. Just send it there and hope for the best."

Santana nodded. She wrote the address on the envelope, then smiled around at everyone in the room. "Thank you for all your help, guys. I'm always such a bitch to all of you, so it means a lot that you would help me with this."

"Don't be silly. You're one of us," said Quinn.

"And we always help our own," smiled Rachel.

Santana smiled and took one last look at her envelope before putting it into her purse. "I'll mail that first thing tomorrow, and then, all I can do is wait."