"So, Jeff was talking about you visiting him. Are you two . . ." He trails off, certain that she'll get his meaning.

"Oh, god no. Jeff is my cousin. You couldn't tell by looking at us though, so I see why you'd be confused." Sebastian nods in understanding. Then, Santana's phone buzzes, and she looks at it.

"I have to go. Meeting Young Burt Reynolds at the Lima Bean," she mutters. "Why did I tell him I'd do that?" she asks herself.

"Young Burt Reynolds?"

"Ah. You might have heard about him from your Borebler buddies, but it's one of the many things I call Blaine Anderson."

"Yeah, I have heard about Blaine a lot. Can I join you?"

"I don't see why not, but you have to take your own car, because I'm not bringing you back here."

"Deal." She marches out of the room, ponytail swinging, and Sebastian smirks, and follows her.

They meet up again in the Lima Bean perking lot, and she goes straight to the counter. She goes up to the barista, and then smiles at her, and greets her. The barista smiles back and they talk for a minute before Santana places her order.

"What do you want?" she asks him. Sebastian tells her, and then pays for both of them. Santana's eyebrows raise, and before she can speak, a jovial male voice interrupts her.

"Santana! Que tal?" She turns back to the counter, where a Latino man is coming out from the back room.

"Hola, Javier. No mucho. Solo conseguir cafe. Y tu?"

"No mucho." He goes on to ask her about Sebastian, since he saw him buy her the coffee that his coworker is currently making. She explains, in rapid-fire Spanish, that they just met, he wanted to meet Blaine, and how she's 75% sure that he's gay. Her gaydar is awesome, and he knows it, so he leaves it at that. Their drinks are ready, so they grab them, and sit down at a table where Blaine is sure not to miss them.

"You speak Spanish?" Sebastian asks, intrigued by the girl in front of him. For most of his life, he's known that he's gay, but he isn't one to deny a beautiful view when he comes across it, be it a guy, or a girl.

"Yeah, my family is from Puerto Rico," she says absentmindedly. "Do you know it?" Sebastian shakes his head.

"Yeah, no. Not a word. Is that Blaine?" Surprised by the sudden subject change, and the dream-like tone Sebastian's voice took on, Santana's head jerks up. She sees a mass of over-gelled hair, and she nods.

"Yeah, that's him. Wonder Twin! Over here!" The boy grabs his coffee, hears her, and smiles, ignoring the nickname.

"Hey Satan." Sebastian raises his eyebrows at the nickname for Santana. "Who's this?"

"Go on, Meerkat. Introduce yourself," Santana says when Sebastian doesn't answer, and Blaine chuckles.

"I see you've gotten a nickname. Sorry about that, they're kinda a part of her, me, I have tons. What's your name?" Santana opens her mouth. "And not one you assigned him, Satan. Give him a chance to speak." Sebastian was frankly enjoying watching this play out, but he holds out his hand for Blaine to shake.

"Sebastian Smythe."

"Twink," Santana fake-coughs into the crook of her elbow, making Blaine chuckle.

"Blaine Anderson."

"The Warblers talk about you a lot."

"Glad to see I'm still remembered." Santana rolls her eyes. Even after a few sentences, she can tell that this new guy is completely head-over-heels for the bow-tie wearing ex-Warbler.

"Let's see, how did they put it?" Sebastian muses to himself. "Well, anyways, I was like, I don't know who this Blaine guy is, but apparently he's sex on a stick, and sings like a dream." Blaine flushes, and Santana leans back, marveling at how stupid Blaine's being, and the sly flirting Sebastian is doing. It's not that discreet, but it's enough to fool Blaine. The idiot. She'll interrupt when the time is right, though.

"So, why'd you leave Dalton? Bored with all the preppies there? Or was it that you broke too many hearts to stay?" Santana couldn't help but snort at the question. Blaine? Breaking hearts? Please. Sebastian raises an eyebrow at Santana's laughter, and Blaine slouches deeper into his chair.

"Let's just say, I miss Dalton every day, but McKinley is where my heart is now." Santana nods her head at Blaine's response, and the conversations turns to her.

"So, Santana?" She looks at Sebastian to let him know that she's listening. "What do you do at McKinley with that singing talent?"

"I assume you know Pretty Pony here can sing, we're both in glee club at McKinley," she said after taking a sip of her coffee. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"There's a glee club at your school?"

"Yeah, we're in the New Directions. There was a girl group earlier this year, but it disbanded due to number of members. We are separating for fun tomorrow, and doing a little competition before Sectionals, if you want to come and watch." Santana could see Sebastian's eyes light up at the suggestion.

"Sure. That would be great. Was the girl group bad?"

"Of course not. We were awesome. We proved it to those dorks during that dodgeball tournament, and to T-Rex when he watched us crush that Christina Aguilera song," Santana told them.

"Which song?" Sebastian inquired.

"Candyman."

"Really?" She nodded, and he leaned back, impressed.

"That dodgeball game was something though," Blaine said. Santana shrugged.

"Meh. I've done better."

Are you kidding?! You were an animal! You hit basically everybody without getting hit yourself!" Santana shrugged again and smirked as Sebastian watched in slight awe. Then, Blaine stands. "Well, Santana and I have to get going. Musical practice."

"Again?" Santana whined as Blaine pulled her out of her seat. Blaine nods. "Hobbit?" Santana asks. He nods again. "Great," she mutters. Sebastian grins and stands as well.

"Would it be ok if I dropped in? Just for a bit? I'd love to hear you sing, Blaine. You too, Santana."

"S-sure. Yeah, of-of course," Blaine stutters. Santana rolls her eyes and marches out the door, waving to Javier, Sebastian and Blaine hot on her heels.

The three regroup in the McKinley parking lot, and Santana leads them to the auditorium, where Sebastian goes up to sit in the audience while Santana and Blaine join Artie Abrams, Ms. Emma Pillsbury, Coach Shannon Beiste, and Rachel Berry on the stage.

"You're late!" Rachel shrieks. "This needs to be 100% perfect, or I'll never get into NYADA and-"

"Is that all that this is for you, Dwarf? Just a means to an end? Well, guess what? We care about the show, and not about your college plans, so shut your mouth, and let's get going, if you're so eager to start rehearsals." Rachel turns red, and storms offstage to get her costume on after Santana effectively shut her up. Santana follows, smirking, also to put on her dress, and Blaine glances at Sebastian, who's looking amused at Santana's antics. Oh boy. This could be trouble, Blaine thought. If he's into that, and gets with Señora Satan, since I saw him eyeing her, we might all end up dead.

Then, the auditorium door open, and a bunch more teens come in, laughing and talking. Blaine smiles, forgets that thought, and goes over to them.

"Hey Quinn, Brittany, Mike, Titans, hey."

"Hey Blainey!" Brittany chirps.

"Hey," Quinn says. The football players echo the 'hey', and Artie instructs them all to get in position for this dance part. Mike is in front, and Blaine is next to him, along with some of the more agile football players.

Sebastian watches as they rehearse, still waiting to hear someone sing. Then, the large woman, assumably Coach Beiste, ushers everybody to the first few rows of seats while the crew places a few props onstage. Then, Sebastian hears arguing from the wings.

"It doesn't take that long to put on a dress and makeup!" Rachel was yelling, marching out onstage in a fluffy pink dress that made Sebastian flinch. Yikes.

"Looking this amazing takes a little time, darling," Santana said, the last word dripping with sarcasm. "And you might want to think about taking more time, since your makeup looks like it was applied at a shit-hole circus!" Rachel turns red again, and Ms. Pillsbury clapped to get everyone's attention.

"Santana! Rachel. Are you girls ready?"

"Sure am," Santana said, emerging from the wings. Sebastian's jaw dropped. If this wasn't the final costume, he couldn't wait to see it at the actual thing. Her hair was shiny and loose around her shoulders, she had on a gorgeous red dress, and just had on red lipstick.

Santana rolled her eyes, and joined Berry at the center of the stage. She noted all the dropped jaws from the football players in the audience. She knows she looks smoking hot.

"Ok, ladies. Boy Like That/I Have a Love? Go whenever you're ready."

Rachel sits down, and Santana stands over her, and waits for the dramatic music to start. She waits for her cue, and then lets her soulful, smoky voice fill the room.

Sebastian's eyebrows shoot up when she first sings. She's amazing, even better than that Jennifer Lopez song she sang earlier. He notices Blaine looking at him with a what do you think? look, and Sebastian nods appreciatively. Then, Rachel starts to sing, and Sebastian finds himself less interested. They wrap up the song, and everyone claps. The others go back on the stage, and Santana and Rachel watch them as they go over the choreography again. When a bulky teen in the back and a few other guys mess up, they start whining, and Santana stands.

"Oh, come on Azimio. Seriously? It's not that hard."

"Yeah? You want to try it then?" the guy challenges. She smirks, and takes his spot. The music starts up again, and she does it flawlessly, perfectly in sync with the rest of the group, despite her dress and heels. His mouth drops open.

"Not that hard. You should try the dance for America. Now that's more of a challenge. You should be more careful about those challenges from now on, though," Santana says smirking. Then, she and Rachel go backstage to put their normal clothes on, and Sebastian swears that he hears more bickering. Probably Santana roasting Rachel again. That Santana, she's something, he thinks. The practice wraps up, so he escorts himself out and to his car. As he drives back to Westerville, he thinks about Santana, and how to get to her. . .

As Santana changes back into her Cheerios uniform, she thinks about the past rehearsal. She's a born dancer, her Abuela danced during high school and college before she decided on a more practical profession, but even then, she signed Santana up for as many dance classes as she could. Jazz, tap, hip-hop, tango and salsa (of course), and ballet. By the time she was a freshman, you could name a dance, and Santana could do it flawlessly. Santana loved it too, but as she got older, and once the twins were born, she didn't do as many professionally, but she still practiced as much as she could.

Santana goes out to the parking lot with Mike Chang, talking a mile a minute about the choreography, which they were mostly in charge of for the musical. She waves to the asian dancer as she goes over to her car. Well, her Mami's car.

Today, her Mami and Papi are carpooling, so she gets the car. Normally, she rides a motorcycle that she scavenged from the garage that she works at, and the junkyard. She knows the manager from childhood, so she got it all for free. She knows the bike completely, every gear and sprocket, she was the one who fixed it, under guidance from Burt Hummel. Sometimes, though, the car is better. Especially when it's raining.

She pulls out, and takes the shortcut to Lima Heights. Her best friend, Noah Puckerman, or Puck, also lives in Lima Heights, and often, she carpools with him.

She pulls up the the gray house, and parks the car. As she is getting out, she notices that there's a For Sale sign dug into the yard. There's also a 'Sold' badge across the top. Santana frowns. She knows the elderly couple that lives, well, lived there, so she is sad to see them going. They were great babysitters for the twins when Santana is busy. She's basically always busy.

Santana's daily schedule goes somewhat like this: Wake up, get ready, help the twins get ready, make breakfast, go to school, Cheerios practice, school, lunch, more school, Glee Club, go home, do homework, tutor the twins, since their first language is Spanish, cook dinner, then either do dishes, or more often, get the twins to bed, and go to bed. Pretty full schedule.

Santana's Papi likes to say that when the twins were born, Santana was the only one that could get them to sleep. It could quite possibly be true, the twins adore Santana, and she loves them back. They get most of her love, along with her Mami, Papi, and Brittany. For some reason, the twins don't like Brittany that much. They are perfectly ok with Santana being a lesbian, but they keep saying, "she's not right". Whatever that means.

Santana sees Papi's car in the driveway, so she knocks on the door, and a smiling, dark-brown-haired, blue eyed little girl opens the door.

"Tana! Estas en casa!"

"Hola, Andie! Que tal?" Santana says, picking up the little girl easily, and hugging her, bringing her inside, closing the door behind her. She smiles, and tosses the giggling girl onto the worn leather couch. Santana drops her backpack and is about to move in for the kill when a weight is suddenly added to her back.

"Ack! Mateo! Ayudame, Andrea! Por favor?!" Santana cries, but the girl shakes her head, and then, the other twin pops off from her back. Mateo has the same dark hair that runs in the Lopez family, and, along with Andrea, their Mami's blue eyes. Santana instead, has their Papi's dark eyes. She looks like their Papi as a female.

Santana fall onto the couch, bouncing the giggling twins into the air a bit, and when they land, they immediately climb onto Santana.

"Andrea! Mateo! Dejala respirar!"

"Mami!" Andrea whined. She was silenced with a look, and both of them sheepishly got off of Santana.

"Mami! Gracias. Como esta tu dia?" The Lopez family speaks Spanish at home, even though they can speak English. It's their Native Language, both parents are originally from Mexico. Maribel's mother was from elsewhere, but moved to Mexico where he met Santana's grandmother. Maribel and Santiago Lopez's first language is also Spanish, but they are trying to learn English better by speaking it at home.

"Ah, bien, bien. Exhausting."

"What happened to Mr. and Mrs. Callum? I saw the 'For Sale' sign."

"Oh, well, Mr. Callum's sister's husband died, and they're moving to live with her."

"Oh no! Lo siento. I hope she's alright."

"Yes, me too." Andrea starts pulling at Santana's leg, so she picks up the hyper 5-year old, and turns back to continue talking.

"Should I start on dinner?"

"Yes, do that. Do you have any homework?" Santana shakes her head.

"Should I tell Abuela that dinner will be ready in 20 minutes, or do you want to?" Maribel nods for Santana to go ahead, and Santana goes off down the hall, to the guest room, where her abuela lives.

Santana's relationship with her Abuela is difficult. Alma Lopez does not approve of Santana being a lesbian, but before the 'coming out of the closet' thing, she was very close with Santana. She still feels motherly instincts towards her eldest granddaughter, but due to her nature, and the stubbornness gene in the family, she tries to quell them.

Santana wishes that her abuela loved as much as she used to, but she goes over, and kocks on the wall.

"Abuela?" A grunt tells Santana that Alma's there and has acknowledged her presence. "Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes."

"Gracias."

"De nada." Santana turns around and exhales. That didn't go horribly. Sometimes talking to Abuela was really hard. She brought Andrea, still clinging tightly to her, to the kitchen, and sat her on a counter, and grabbed a pan, and started assembling dinner.

Santana's pretty good in the kitchen, mostly due to years of practice. She starts making tamales, since they're easy, and she knows that the twins love them. After the estimated 20 minutes, they're done, and Santana asks Mateo to call everyone to the table. Everyone appears seconds later with dreamy smiles on their faces from the aroma in the room. Santana smiles, and takes her seat next to Mateo and Santiago Lopez, her papi, whos at the head, and across from Andie, whos next to Alma Lopez, Maribel seated at the other head.

After a few Spanish murmurings of thanks, the family digs in, and sighs of delight are heard, making Santana internally grin. Soon, it's all gone, and Santana gets up with Santiago to clear the table and do the dishes. After that's done, she takes the twins upstairs, and helps them get to bed, tucking them in, and kissing their foreheads goodnight.

"Can you sing to us, Tana?" Mateo asks. Santana smiles at the little boy and nods.

"What should I sing?"

"Can you do the flying song?" Santana smiles, nods, and starts to sing. Both kids sit up a bit to watch their older sister sing.

[Santana]

Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I'd just stare out my window

Dreaming of what could be

And if I'd end up happy

I would pray (I would pray)

Santana smiles at the lyrics, and smoothly glides into the chorus, and both the twins smile. After the chorus, Santana gets up, and tuck them in again, and they lie down, closing their eyes. By the time Santana finishes the song, they're both sound asleep. Santana smiles softly, and goes out to the hallway.

"Mami! Papi! Buenas noches!" She says loudly to the stairs, hoping they'll hear her without waking the twins up.

"Buenas noches, querida! Que duermas bien!" her Papi calls back. She smiles, and goes into her room, closing the door firmly behind her. She sighs, and walks fully into her small room. The room has two white, and two black walls. In the room, there's a bed, desk, a few bookshelves, and a closet attached to the wall. She sighs and sits at the desk next to the window. Through it, she has a perfect view of a bedroom in the Callum's old house.

A/N: Hope this is fixed. please comment and review! Thank you to those who did!