Manda's Note: So I've decided that my own little world is a pretty place to be. Not that i'm complaining about the beginning of season 2 because I'm not. that fight... Quinn deserved worse than she got... but that's an argument for another time. This... this is because Gabe is my little buddy and throught watching the other night... yea just read. the next note will explain it better. This I believe is going to be updated every wednesday. it's my behind the scenes story 8-) tell me what you think! enjoy!


"Heard you had a boob job this summer"

Hearing his husky voice made her look up and narrow her eye into a glare. He had to be an ass and bring up the days traumatic events when she was just starting to relax. She hadn't expected the first day of junior year to be a cake walk but she hadn't expected how it'd turned out either. She could have killed someone with no remorse… ok so she could have killed Quinn with no remorse but was the really anything new? The bitch had tried to control her life from the day she'd wondered over with her pristinely ironed yellow dress and perfect sunshine colored hair at the age of seven. The only reason she'd listened to the slut of a blonde anyway was because she'd always found a way to run Santana's life and somewhere along the way the Latina had learned that it was just easier to keep your friends close but your enemies closer. That was the motto she'd for some reason chosen to stick by, regardless of how difficult it had become. She should have known that pushing out the bastard hadn't changed Quinn any.

So she'd stopped with the 'I'm the victim and Puck screwed me over' attitude that she'd had for nine months. that didn't mean she'd changed any more than that. Santana should have seen it coming. she should have known that she'd find a way to get Slyvester to see her and only her. that's the way it'd always been. regardless of how hard anyone else worked if it wasn't Quinn doing it Coach didn't notice. Unless it was something she didn't approve in anyway… something like Santana's expanded chest.

"I heard that you had a vasectomy and you're in depression over the slut."

Smirking back at him watching him put his football gear down at the side of his room she hardly bothered to move any. Instead she leaned her head back against the head board, no pony tail was better than high pony anyway. Had her mother not of been a cheerio back in her days of actually being alive Santana was pretty sure she would have done the unthinkable by defying Sue Sylvester and actually quitting Cheerios. Something no cheerio had ever done in the past unless they were asked to hand in their uniform. In the memory of her late mother she'd learned to suck it up, smile, and take the abuse that Sylvester had always laid down in front of her. That of which included her not so proud moments of stealing Finn Hudson's virginity (of course admitting that it hurt her too wasn't something she was about to admit). But she'd done it to hold onto captain, she'd done a lot to hold onto the title. The title that in just a single afternoon had been ripped away because the blonde whore had decided to play the high and mighty card, one that shouldn't have belonged to her anymore.

Looking back at his face she felt her nerves coil back away. She was back with him for the rest of the day, there wasn't a need to pretend she didn't give a damn about him or anyone else. She could let her guard down. A smile crossed her features rather than her classic smirk because, he hadn't spent the summer whining over the slut, there were some words about the daughter he'd never get to meet but nothing about Fabray. That and he sure as hell hadn't had a vasectomy, even if she'd demanded he'd needed to three weeks and two days ago.

"If you'd had that done at least I'd be able to touch em"

Rolling her eyes she'd expected his comments, she'd been waiting hours to hear just exactly what he'd come up with all day. With a quick under her breath mumble of 'perv' she felt the dip in the bed as he sat down beside her placing the pint of ice cream, chocolate peanut butter, her favorite, on the nightstand beside her before leaning down to kiss her collar bone before placing a kiss on the little thing coiled into a little ball on her chest. That was exactly what made stupid immature high school politics and fights worth it. Being able to be home and let all of her animosities go with her own precious secrets.

"Are you complaining?"

Feeling him remove the seven and a half pound pressure off of her chest her eyes snapped open, she didn't like sharing him, and for once in her life she didn't mean Puck. Even if the little thing in his arms half belonged to him it didn't mean that she couldn't be completely possessive about it. She had to admit, as much as she loved to hold the little thing she loved watching him hold him just as much. There was something different about the seventeen year old boy when he had the pile of blankets in his arms. He wasn't the macho 'score as much as I can' football player. He was Puck… more importantly he was her Puck. the same stupid mohawked kid she'd known since the day she was born. The same Puck who'd held her hand through labor rather than standing across the room horrified.
"Not at all - - - though I did hear you say mother like it was a bad thing… another part of your cover up act?"

Lying down beside her with the baby sound asleep still on his chest she rolled onto her side to look at them, even after three weeks she wasn't used to the sight. Every time she looked at them it felt more and more surreal. Watching him gently run his hand up and down the little blue onsie clad baby boy, not something she was likely to get used to for awhile either. Her most loved possession and best kept secret, so when she fought with Quinn she'd been able to turn the mommy part of her off, she'd been able to get back to the bitch in charge that she'd put on hold just three weeks ago. It'd felt good to give her a little bit of the animosity that had built up for the nine months she'd watched Quinn bitch, complain, and lie to everyone around her.

"Well for one I still have a reputation to hold up, and for two I'm not his mother I'm his mommy."

A reputation that now included queen of plastic surgery, something she could handle. wasn't any worse than Asian home wrecker and it was definitely better than slut, which she would have without a doubt been labeled had the world known about the infant boy resting on his father's chest. She'd generally brushes aside all labels that were thrown at her but there was something about having a label thrown at her son that rubbed her the wrong way and made her sure that she wanted to hide him from anyone and everyone's knowledge. Jane Puckerman had spend more than her share of months after regional's drilling into Santana's head that yes, he was an accident but no, he wasn't a mistake. She didn't have to worry about anyone guessing the truth by her appearance. believing that she'd go under the knife was easier then thinking that she had a single maternal bone in her body.

"Speaking of Jacob… why did Brittany say she spent the summer in the sewers?"

Oh Brittany… her lovable bubble headed blonde best friend. Santana shook her head and quietly laughed as she reached behind her for the ice cream he'd brought in. Not that anyone would be surprised by Brittany's supposed summer activities of course, but it was still a statement that made everyone stop and scratch their heads. Taking the ice cream spoon out of her mouth she shook her head and bit her lip for a moment. When she'd taught Brittany things she didn't do a very good job teaching her how to lie.

"Um… you missed the car ride to school this morning. I kind of told her that I didn't care if she told everyone that she'd spent the summer in the sewers… she just wasn't to tell anyone about Gabe. Sometimes I forget that britt's nearly incapable of lying for herself."

shaking her head she put another spoon full of ice cream in her mouth as Puck let out the slightest of laughs, enough to make the baby on his chest pop his little eyes open and close slightly mimicking the signature glare that belonged to his mother. lesson one in parenting a child of the stubborn and merciless… never rudely wake baby up from a nap.