Aww! Thank you for liking it, I know some of you aren't happy with Mike not helping and I really wanted him too. But anyway, it actually skips forward a couple years. Santana is a secretary at a law firm, Rachel and Kurt are in their senior year at NYADA, Blaine is in his second last year at NYADA and Sam and Quinn are in senior year at NYU.

Santana POV

I sighed happily as my bitch of a boss said I was done for the day. It was Friday and I had plans with the guys. I was happy mainly because I was this close to getting into bed with Rachel. After high school when she had her baby and gave it up for adoption she somehow fell into the open arms of Sam Evans. It was all pretty confusing. Even Kurt didn't understand and he was her best-friend. But after two years, Sam broke it off and got back together with Quinn. Rachel didn't take it against anyone, she was cool with it. I think after the whole Sebastian thing, she had trouble trusting anyone. One particular afternoon after Sam had left her, she was sitting at Starbucks with Kurt, Blaine and I and she had shot down about four guys. Afterwards she just upped and left.

"I think part of her is still expecting Sebastian show up." Blaine said.

"Bull shit. He left her fucking pregnant. She had her baby and gave it up - where was Sebastian? She would never go back to him a million years."

"Rachel believes in the best of people." Kurt objected.

"We were there when she popped out that little baby girl. When she gave it to the fucking hippies in Brooklyn and when she heard that Finn was getting married. Where was Sebastian?"

"Don't let your personal feelings for Rachel cloud your opinion." Kurt started.

"Oh fuck off Kurt, I told you that in confidence, not so you could use it against me." I snapped.

"We just gotta get her laid. What has it been? Two years?" Blaine asked.

"Two and a half." I corrected and Kurt grimaced.

"When was the last time you had sex lady-hips. Blaine's up to his elbows in assignments." I retorted.

"Last night." Kurt shot back, waggling his eyebrows and Blaine shrunk in his chair, a blush rising up his cheeks. Kurt probably dominated his ass.

"You guys are having sex more than me." I complained.

"If you weren't too busy trying to get into Rachel pants you'd be getting laid." Blaine said.

"I'm gonna get there by New Year."

"We'll see." Kurt grinned.

It was the day before Thanksgiving now and I was nearly there - Given the right amount of alcohol and some more flirting. I took off my blazer and switched it with a leather jacket I kept stowed in the bottom drawer of my desk. I was glad a good black jacket could go with just about anything. I adjusted my white V-Neck blouse and red and black striped pencil skirt so they sat a bit more provocatively and grabbed my purse, set to leave when I heard the most single shocking thing I've heard, that includes Rachel announcing she was gonna have a fucking baby.

"Very good Mr Smythe, we'll be in touch." My boss, Amanda, cooed. I whipped my hand around to see she was getting all doe eyed because of Sebastian fucking Smythe, and he knew it too. He was standing there, smirking, taking full advantage of it. He looked up, his eyes scanning around the room, locking in on me.

"Well goodbye Amanda. I hope to talk soon." He dismissed and I turned and walked off, hoping to avoid him but he caught up with me halfway down the hall.

"You look happy to see me." He said lightly and I turned to glare.

"Oh hell no." I pushed him back so he was up against the wall.

"If you wanted to make out with me all you could do was ask." He smirked.

"If I didn't work here I'd have already punched you in the gut. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Looking for a job." He said obviously. "What the fuck's your problem with me anyway. I realised you didn't like me in high school but you'd think we'd have gotten over that once we'd left."

"You wanna know why I want to wring your neck with my bare hands?"

"Please." He nodded.

"OK, when you slept with Rachel…" I started only to be cut off.

"Is that what this is about?"

"Shut the fuck up and let me finish my story." I snapped. "As I was saying, after you slept with Rachel you disappeared off the face of fucking planet and you know what happened next? Rachel was fucking pregnant!"

"What? She was…Pregnant? To me?"

"Who else would it be too? Fucking Batman?"

"What was it? What happened?" He stammered, his badass cover had clearly jumped out the window. I dropped my arms from where they had been shoving against his shoulders to cross them across my chest.

"It was a girl, she named it Christine for closure but the lovely hippy commune couple that adopted her changed her name to Wallflower. That's the story." I went to leave.

"Can I see her? Rachel I mean." I scoffed and turned back to him.

"You don't get to see her Sebastian. Rachel called you for nearly a year, we had to pick up her broken heart because she believed for a second that she was more than just a booty call and that she meant something to you. All of her friends turned against her – Tina, Mercedes, Artie. Her Dad's kicked her out. Where were you?"

"I wanted to call, it wasn't exactly something I could help." He objected but I held a finger up.

"You are a really bad person Sebastian. I just didn't think you would be this cruel."

"How is she?" He diverted the subject cleanly.

"Fine, better since high school anyway. I have to go." I turned. "I have commitments that I'm not just going to ignore."

"Are you going to see her?" Sebastian asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's not really any of your business Sebastian. You're not going to see her. Not tonight or any other night. You lost that right."

"I want to talk to Rachel." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Here's the deal Sebastian. Once I walk out this door, you are going to forget you saw me here in the first place. If you get this job – which would only be because Amanda has a soft spot for chipmunks – you will not make eye contact with me. You are going to stay out of Rachel's life. You've ruined it enough."

Rachel POV

"Where the hell is Santana?" I murmured and drummed my fingers against the table. Blaine sighed and put his hand on top of mine.

"It's really annoying." He said. Quinn, Sam and Kurt all murmured in agreement.

"Fine." I put my hands up in surrender and Santana slammed down on the chair next to me.

"So you'll never guess who I just saw." She said and reached across, grabbing Sam's beer and drinking deeply.

"What the hell?" Sam cried. "That was 8 bucks! Get your own beer." Santana handed him his half-drunk beer and Sam pulled it further away from her grasp.

"Was it Barbra Streisand?" Kurt and I asked.

"Leonardo Dicaprio?" Quinn asked.

"Sam Worthington?" Sam looked up hopefully.

"Daniel Radcliffe?" Blaine probably looked the most excited. It was kinda creepy.

"No. No. No and really Blaine?" Santana looked at him incredulously.

"Then who was it?" I pushed. Santana took a deep breath before announcing the single most hated word between us.

"Sebastian." Quinn's jaw had dropped, Sam grimaced and Kurt's eyes narrowed into slits. Blaine looked at me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Did he say anything?" I asked, biting my lip nervously.

"A bit. He was shocked to realise you were knocked up."

"How? He's the one who didn't use protection." Sam scoffed.

"Did he say anything else?" I spoke over Sam.

"He wanted to see you." Santana said slowly.

"And what did you say?" Quinn pressed.

"A said he didn't have the right." Santana said and clicked her fingers above her head for the waitress who came over with a scowl on her face. Santana leaned over and ordered her drink.

"What are you going to do?" Blaine asked.

"This." I turned to the waitress. "Can I get a Screwdriver please? Minus the orange juice."

"That's just vodka." The waitress replied with a perplexed look on her face.

"I know." The waitress looked at me odd before walking away.

"Alright so are we doing the whole black Friday thing tomorrow night?" Quinn asked.

"Yes. We have to redecorate the apartment." Kurt said pointedly to me and Blaine.

"I don't wanna sit in a line all night." Sam whined.

"Please Sam?" Quinn begged. "The rest of us are."

"It'll be fun." I nodded and took my drink from the waitress, downing it quickly. I frowned. "Crap that's horrible. Another one please." I put my cup on her tray and the others stared at me in awe.

"Sebastian comes back and you turn into an alcoholic." Kurt noted.

"If I run into him I wanna be drunk off my ass. That way, there's more of a chance of me throwing up on him."

One hour and five vodkas later found me, Santana, Kurt and Quinn all on the dance floor, having had enough to drink so we could dance without shame. Sam and Blaine were looking at incredulously.

"The boys look bored. We should go back." Kurt yelled over the music. We all nodded in agreement and went back over to the booth.

"Kurt was krumping." Was all Sam could say, Blaine was holding back laughter at Sam's tone.

"He was? How'd I miss that?" I cried.

"You were too busy tootsie-rolling." Quinn laughed.

"So?" I giggled and felt a hand on my thigh, a bit too close to my sex. I continued giggling nervously and plucked Santana's hand away. "Don't." I spoke under my breath.

"What are you going to do Rachel? Not have sex with anyone ever again? Are you just gonna become a fucking nun?" Santana asked loudly. The others stopped talking and looked at us.

"I want to wait. With someone I know loves me." Santana looked at me for a moment in shock.

"Are you serious?" She asked.

"Santana don't. You know she doesn't feel the same way." Kurt spoke up, his voice higher than usual, the pitch it normally got when he was uncomfortable.

"What are you all talking about?" I asked.

"I love you Rachel, since high school. How have you not been able to see that?"

"Oh." I looked down at my hands and looked back up to see a familiar face walk into the bar. "Oh." I squeaked and dropped from my chair and hid under the table.

"What are you doing Rachel? Santana asked.

"Sebastian, get down!" I cried and was met with sound of chairs squeaking and everyone else looking at me under the table.

"Now what?" Sam looked at me in question.

"I'm getting the hell out of here that's what." I said and ran off in the opposite direction, toward the back entrance. I heard the other cluttering behind me and we all found ourselves in the alleyway behind the bar.

"I'm going home." Santana said and walked away.

"San! Your house is in the opposite direction, with us." I called but Santana didn't turn.

"I think she needs some time." Blaine said.