Warnings=will contain some Brittana flash-backs, Quik(Quinn and Puck) Finchel(Rachel/Finn) maybe some hinted Faberry(Quinn/Rachel) Sebtana(Sebastian/Santana) Klaine(Come on! everyone knows this one!) maybe some Meirce(Brittany/Sugar Motta) and Mercevans(Mercedes/Sam). Will contain Preggnant Santana, no Brittany, it isn't yours.

Disclaimer= I do not own GLEE!. Flames will be used to burn pucks mohawk off.

the first chapter is soley centered around Sebtana, but the others will jump around.

"Sebastian!" Santana's voice whined, "Can I have a hug?" he sighed and walked into the living room, "Are you ready to be okay with me using your toaster?" Her face turned bright purple as she tried to come up with a compromise. He waited for an answer and when none came, he walked back into kitchen.

"Sebastian, take me to school," she whines at him, he stops, turns around and glares; no one orders Sebastian Smythe around. One look into her pleading brown eyes, though, and he was grabbing a coat and his keys.

"Sebastian…" she whined, resting her feet on the dashboard of the car. "What?" he exclaims with just a hint of frustration.

"Turn the radio on!"

"NO! We don't even listen to the same kind of music!"

"We can just listen to the stuff I like,"

Humph, he huffs indignantly, turning on the radio. Her silence lasts for about a minute and a half before she's whining again, "Sebastian, you missed the school!" he is about to reply when a beeping noise comes from the radio, it sounds like an Amber alert. "Attention all, we have reports of a crazy killer loose in Lima Heights! If you are commuting, or simply sitting in your homes, we advise heading to your nearest public area, safety in numbers! We'll get back to you with more information on the killer, now your daily weather rep-Bew! Sebastian powered down the radio and turned to look at Santana, "I'm not going to school, am I?" he said, she shook her head.

Sebastian sat down on a desk and looked at Mr. Shue, "So let me get this straight, I'm stuck here until this killer is caught? WE"RE stuck here 'till this killer is caught?" the man nodded and Santana walked in, "Did you get your milk?" he asked

"Got my milk,"

"Did you get me a bagel?"

"You didn't ask,"

"Actually, I did, five times…"

"You should have spoken louder," he opened his mouth to argue but gave up. She really wasn't worth it.

"Will? It's an emergency!" Emma Pillsbury stood at the door, a look of panic disfiguring her otherwise pretty features. Both teachers left in a hurry.

"Sooooooo," Santana said, "Now that we're alone, what should we do?" Sebastian rolled his eyes and stepped of the desk, "Santana, you're pregnant." Her eyes started to water, the tip of her nose turned red, she sat down on a desk rubbing her hands over her barely-formed bump, "You don't…..hic!...love me?" she asked

"No, I do, it's just that—"

"You don't want to…..hic!... be with me?"

"No Santana listen to me! You have a small child growing in your belly! We are not fooling around, okay?"

"'Kay…." She said, sipping her milk. Both teacher ran back in, "sorry kids, we need you in a supervised area….." sighing, Sebastian grabbed their stuff and they followed the teachers out.

"The killer has been spotted in the Lima Heights area? can't they be more specific? I mean, we already knew that!" Quinn was throwing a hissy fit about how the radio anouncer phrased things, Someone had taken the safety off of Arties wheelchair and he was trying to pop wheelies, Santana was whining again, and no-one had seen someone named Sue. Apperently she'd been gone all week. Sebastian didn't care, he just wanted to get out of this public school and make sure his Warblers were okay.

"Sebastian! my feet went numb!" Santana complained, obviously thinking he'd do something about it. He merely smiled and said, theres some ice in the fridge you can get,"

"Sebastian! this cafeteria is huge! I'm not walking my Pregnant ass over there to get some ice!"

"And this is my problem why?"

"Just go get it!"
"You barely even show yet, it can't be THAT much different!"

"Guys, Guys! please stop fighting! We think Sue might have gone after the killer," Will said. A freshman at the back of the cafeteria mutters, "More like she IS the killer..."

"Come on, guys, please take this seriously!" he said once more, rubbing a hand over his tired face. At that moment, Sue opens the door and walks in, carrying a chainsaw, "I'm home!"

Okay, sorry for the cliffhanger, next chapter will be up soon. yes, Flamers, this is supposed to be a comedy.

Read my other new story featuring Jessie st James as a creepy stalker guy who tries to kill Santana. note=the Jessie story is a sick attemt at humor, it suposed to be a suspense/drama.