Alright, this story has a little bit of a Glee twist but I honestly think it's a really awesome idea. Hopefully you guys like it as much as I do. Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical

Part One

Let me tell you something about living across from a Planned Parenthood clinic. It's very convenient when you're at the bottom of the social pyramid and don't know what's going on at school because this is where you get know who are the players, who at school is pregnant (which is a situation I've only seen twice), which one of the boyfriends actually care enough to pick up a free condom and which couples are responsible enough to even get tested. It's quite an interesting place to live.

Now, let me tell you a little bit about my life and how I got to be living across from the Planned Parenthood clinic. My parents are divorced. Back in the 1980's, however, when my parents went to high school; those two were sweethearts, all the made-for-each-other crap. You're typical love story, rich boy meets poor girl. My dad went to law school after high school and my mom? Well, she got pregnant. With me. Of course, because my mom and my dad were 'so' in love with each other they got married young. They were happy with me for some time at least. It was only when I turned 13 that my father started traveling a lot. He said it was for work. But, you know the real deal. There was another woman. In this case, many women. Seriously, it was like Tiger Woods all over again. Usually, you would think any mother was enraged at this, she may have gone completely ballistic at him. Not my mother. No, my mother was a smart woman. Oh yes, the hard life of the 'other side of town' when she was young made her strong enough to become a intelligent mother who knew how to play her cards well. You see, my dear mother was going to college at the time. She finally decided that she wanted to do something with her life instead of be a house wife all her time. So instead of doing what normal mothers do, my mother turned the table. "The best revenge on a man" she once told me, "is the one that he never notices". My mother, Marie Montez, continued her time in medical school. And guess who paid the tuition? It was the devil himself, my two-timing bastard of a father. He didn't notice either

As a result, my mother is now a gynecologist who works as a doctor and counselor in the Planned Parenthood across the street. So, now that my mom is the designated teen sex doctor in the local pregnancy clinic, I've just got it real good. Not only do I get to see who goes in their everyday but I get to know the details from my mother at the dinner table. It's an intriguing experience.

The thing is no one at school knows that I know their secrets. No one, that is, until the day I found Troy Bolton at the office. You see, I don't normally walk inside my mother's workplace and just 'hang out' there. No, I think I made it clear that its Planned Parenthood. People who go there are pregnant, are sexually active, plan to be sexually active or are the doctors. And, to be honest I fit in none of the above. So, I don't go there. I'm not sure I want to be seen their either. But the day I found Troy Bolton at the office was different. It was after school and my mom asked me to drop by just because she had some instructions of errands for me to do.

He was there, looking nervous as hell but as beautiful as ever. I was sitting behind the front counter just for as a few seconds while Beth, the actual accountant, made herself some coffee. It's not like he would've noticed me because I'm sure he didn't. But, I noticed him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him the whole time he waited in the lobby. He was the Troy Bolton. Every girl admired him, freshman to junior. I say only junior because he is a junior and the senior girls (most of them) didn't appeal to people younger than them. But, still. He was a junior and I was a freshman so I was still allowed to sigh at his name. Nothing happened the day he came to clinic. No ultimate spark of love, no dramatic accidental bump into each other and no conversation. But, it did change things for me. A lot.

That day he came to get tested for an STD. His girlfriend, Chelsea Oathmen was a…she was cautious about her choices. She was the head cheerleader, advisor of dance team, best in the swim team and president of the junior class in East High. Needless to say, she was a perfect girlfriend. I could say that her occupied schedule could have been annoying and being a perfectionist just makes it even more worse but the thing is, I've met Chelsea Oathmen and she is super nice. Extremely nice. It's not even I-pity-you nice, its natural niceness. I wouldn't blame Chelsea and Troy for being together. I wouldn't blame Troy for wanting to have Chelsea as a girlfriend.

And, I knew that Troy and I would never work. It's one of those impossible things that every one dreams up of. He is a junior and I am freshman. We couldn't have even last one summer together before Troy had to start worrying about college and moving on. I know girls who were apart of the Troy fan club and they seriously have no life other than stalking his every move and I may have no life other than school but I have better things to do in my free time.

Troy and Chelsea left that day hand in hand. They were the last couple out of the clinic that day. I smiled at their receding figure and silently wished them a happy night. After seeing those two be so happy I wanted to help out that the clinic more often. I started to volunteer at the front desk and run messages to the rest of the doctors at the clinic. . But, a month later Troy and Chelsea came back but with another boy. I knew him too. Evan Anderson was a different kind of guy. He was a football maniac and his life depended on that football scholarship into U of A. When I saw the three of them this time, I easily guessed the situation. She's pregnant or at least she thinks she is. Who is the father is still the question. Chelsea came in first, tear-stained and slightly flustered. Then, Evan who looked like a servant ready to give Chelsea she wanted at any time. And then came Troy. The look on his face that day made me change my whole idea of him. Throughout my first year in high school, Troy Bolton seemed like a god. Everyone loved him and if they didn't they wanted to be like him. He lived in luxury and nothing could hurt him. But, the look on Troy's face that day spelled out that he was hurt. Emotionally hurt. The 'godliness' was wiped out of him. He looked more human than anything I've ever seen. And, that's the first time Troy looked at me at the front desk. He just glanced up and gave me a really pathetic smile before standing behind Chelsea again.

I had been sitting at the front desk and booking appointments on the phone. Beth was gone , of course, at the moment so I had to settle them in.

"Hi" Chelsea squeaked to me. I smiled at her. "I..um.. have an appointment" I nodded at her.

"Last name, please" I asked, sweetly even though I know it already.

"Oathmen"

I quickly typed it into the computer and her appointment booking popped open in front of me. I registered them in and had Chelsea sign a piece of paper before letting them take a seat. When the nurse came out to take them in, Chelsea and Evan went in while Troy stayed behind. He stood idly in the middle of lobby. Honestly, he looked like he was about to pass out. I bit my lip hard while I watched him wondering what I should do. His hands were shoved into his pockets and he stared blankly at the blue carpet on the floor. I didn't want to be the one panicking at a unconscious 17 year old in the lobby so I got up from my face. Before approaching him I grabbed a paper cup from a nearby dispenser and filled it with water.

"Hey" I said softly. I brought up the hand that had the cup of water in it and offered it to him. His face was as pale as ever. "I thought you might need some". At first, Troy did respond. He just stared at me but then, he took the cup from my petite hand and jugged the water down. As he swallowed, he winced. I wondered if there was anything in the water.

"Thanks" he grumbled and scrunched the paper cup up into the palm of his hand.

"You okay?" I ask, tilting my head in question. "You, um, looked like you were about to faint back there" he nodded and stepped back for a moment.

"Yeah" his voice was at least two octaves higher than it should be. I could see his body falter. My heart gave out a thud.

"Here, why don't you sit down" I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back until he was impelled downward onto a chair. I rubbed his back hard, hoping that somehow it can muster up some life into him.

"Do you want me to bring you anything?" I put forward. He shook his head. Troy put his head in his hands and let out a long breath. I felt relieved that I got some reaction out of him though. I sat down in the chair next to him just in case he needed anything else. After moments of silence, I spoke up again.

"Do you" I paused, unsure about what I was about to say. "want to talk about it?"

Troy looked up at me then and I immediately got scared, thinking that I said the wrong thing. But, instead, Troy started to reel out the whole story like a movie.

"God, I just…I loved her so much" he started. "I could've guessed that she cheated on me. The clues were right in front of me. I guess, I just…didn't want to believe in them"

Troy explained everything to me. He told me how an argument broke out when Troy mentioned to her that she had become too busy for them nowadays and ever since then those two had been keeping a distance. On Saturday night, Troy found Chelsea all over Evan at a party that night so he broke it off with her then. On Monday, Chelsea finally got the nerve to tell Troy that she thought she was pregnant. So, with her new boyfriend Evan, the three came here today. But, the most surprising thing was that the baby was definitely not his. The two never got up the nerve to actually do it.

After all this story, I had to ask Troy, "So, why did you come here with them?".

Troy took a breath to start talking again but he didn't say a word. I waited patiently.

"I'm not really sure" he whispered after a long minute.

I sighed. "Look, I know it's really none of my business to tell you this, Troy but I really think you're wasting your time here. I don't know why Chelsea agreed to bring you along because if you were needed at the moment, you wouldn't be sitting here talking to me. You would be inside the office and talking to the doctor. Chelsea was the one who made the bad decision. None of this involves you. You even ended your relationship with her before she told you that she was pregnant"

"But, why would she tell me that she was pregnant with Evan's baby?" Troy asked, unwilling to believe me.

"I think it was kind of her way of saying sorry for everything. She might want you to understand what's going on before you start to hate her. I'm sure she wouldn't want to hurt you more than she already did. Don't get yourself in another whirlpool, Troy"

Troy looked away a long time before he acknowledged my presence beside him. "You're right" he said with a long sigh. "You're right".

And that's it. After that, Troy simply left the clinic. I didn't mind him walking out like that. I was glad that he felt better and that I didn't need to handle a fainting case. Even though I didn't expect him to now notice me every day at school, I was still happy.

It wasn't until a week later that my whole life did a little happy-dance right in front of me. Troy found me at the school library. I was just sitting there and studying for a Geometry test. The conversation was extremely out of protocol. Troy was a junior and I was a freshman. There wasn't supposed to be any interaction between me and him. Outside of school is okay but inside the premise of East High talking to the king of high school was definitely a no-go. But, he came up to me first if that counts.

"Hey" I could remember his voice any day. My head jerked up. He was standing there innocently and as gorgeous as ever. "You're the Planned Pregnancy girl, right?"

I wasn't sure if I liked that nickname for me so I put on a confused smile and narrowed my eyebrows a little. Troy caught my hint.

"I mean, you're the one who , uh, kept me from fainting the other day" my face freshened up at this statement.

"Um, yeah. Guilty" At this point, I'm seriously trying to keep myself from blushing.

"Troy" he puts his hand out for me to shake. I take it gently.

"Gabriella"

"Gabriella, wow, that's a really pretty name" he says. I bite my lip hard but a whole wave of heat flushed up to my cheeks. I could feel them grow ridiculously pink.

"Listen" Troy puts his book down on the table and takes a seat across from me. "I'm sorry I just left like that the other day. I mean, it was kind of a lot to take in and-"

"Oh, no, I don't mind" I interrupt. He gives me a grin.

"But, you saved me from a lot of trouble, Gabriella. And I really want to thank you for that. So, um, I'd like to take you out one night. Maybe for dinner and a movie. I don't know. Your preference, of course. Like Friday night?"

I swear for a whole five seconds there I was entirely speechless. My hands became slippery and I crossed and uncrossed my legs twice.

"Oh! Yeah, that would be great. Here, I can give you my phone number" I tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and penciled down my number for him.

"Yeah, that would be…perfect" Troy said as I gave the scrap of paper to him. "So, um, I'll see you Friday then" he got up from his seat.

I nodded and beamed at him. "Friday" I assured.

"Great" he stalled before leaving.

"Great" I repeated. His smile was irresistible. I could just jump up and give him a huge hug. But, no, that would be weird. Even if he did just ask me out on a date. And even I did just start to fall for him just a little bit.