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Chapter 2

"Please, Please, Please"

Santana's House

Santana bursts in through the front door and runs up the stairs.

Santana's Bedroom

She throws her school bag at a chair covered in her clothes, and jumps on her bed. She grabs her cushion and screams into it. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!

*Knock, Knock*

Santana lifts her head up to see her step-brother, Jonathan outside her doorframe.

Jonathan: What's with the screaming?

Santana: Nothing, I just have a lot going on right now. And, I don't feel like having a pep talk with my step-brother.

Jonathan: Did something happen at school?

Jonathan walks into her room and spots the egg yolk all over her.

Jonathan: Let re-write that. What happened at school?

Santana: Nothing, okay now get out of my room!

Jonathan: Something has happen and I'm not leaving until you tell me what.

Santana and Jonathan look at each other slowly pausing.

Samantha sighs.

Samantha: I'm-

Jonathan: Pregnant, oh San mom's gonna kill you!

Santana was going to correct him, but she paused. Maybe being pregnant is better than being a lesbian.

Santana: Yeah. But...please don't tell anyone. Not mom or dad.

Jonathan smirks

Jonathan: Don't you think they're gonna find out soon...you when you start pilling on the pounds?

Santana nearly vomited. Maybe she should stop lying about being pregnant and tell him the truth. But, being pregnant seemed easier. Just put on a few pounds and fake a miscarriage. Maybe she should get tips for Terri.

Jonathan: Anyhow, Juno, I'm heading out for an awesome party. Mom made your dinner it's in the oven. B-bye!

Jonathan was half way out of her room.

Santana: Johnny wait!

He turns round.

Santana: Can I come with you to this awesome party?

Jonathan smirks and laughs.

Jonathan: Yeah right, a highschool student at a college party. Keep dreaming sis.

Santana: Please if I have to stick in this house another night alone, I will freak. And...

Jonathan is half-way convinced. Santana paused trying to think something up.

Santana: And stress is not good for a woman of my condition.

Jonathan rolls his eyes.

Jonathan: Fine, but no drinking or S.E.X

Santana points at her stomach, which presumably holds her fake child.

Santana: Hello!

Jonathan: Right be ready for eight. And take a shower you've got egg yolk all over your hair.

He lives, and Santana lets out a sigh of exhaustion. Lying is so hard for her.

Santana's Bathroom

Santana enters and turns on the shower. She can hear her phone ringing to the song "Help Me I'm Alive". She runs into her bedroom and renters into the bathroom.

Caller ID: Brittney P

Santana was going to press ignore, but instead answered.

Santana: What?

Shopping Mall

Britney is walking out of a dress shop.

Brittney: Hi. I'm so sorry about what happened-

Santana: Listen, Brittney I got egged today and slapped by Rachel. And it's all because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

Brittney stood as her eyes filled with tears.

Brittney: I'm really sorry, please, please, please...

Phone hangs up

Brittney: San, Santana?

Brittney ends the call and weeps. But, suddenly she remembers that Rachel slapped Santana? Why did Rachel slap Santana?

Brittney jumps up and runs outside to her car. She types in Rachel Berry is a bitch in to her SAT NAV.

SAT NAV Voice: I'm sorry that destitution does not exist.

She quickly pulls out her blackberry and goes on to Rachel's Facebook page.

Brittney: Bingo!

She types in Rachel's addresses and starts the car, ready for some big confrontation.

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