Alright guys, so sorry for taking so long to update this fanfiction. I feel sooo bad! Honestly. I did take a break because of Cory's death. R.I.P. I just couldn't get back to writing this. I'm going to start and I'll try to update once a week, but it may be difficult. I'm also starting a Frozen fic (4 chapters done in my notebook. I'll publish tomorrow or the next day) and I'll continue my Warrior's fic. I am sorry to say this chapter won't include Booth or Brennan, but that is because I kind of lost my mojo for them and I promise they'll be in the next chapter. ^.^

I OWN NOTHING! If I did, there would be babies everywhere.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you Blaine. It happened all of a sudden. How did you even find out? What do you mean Santana told you?" Kurt stood, slightly leaning againt the wall outside the Hospital. His phone was pressed to his right ear. He was internally groaning, rubbing his temple with his left hand.

On the other end, Blaine was sitting nervously in the choir room. He looked around. Santana was arguing with about Finn and the rest of the club were talking amongst themselves. The newer kids who did not know Finn, were somewhat concerned while many of the older kids looked terrified. Blaine himself was feeling extreamly worried for both Finn and Kurt. He recalled what happend only a couple hours before. Santana had burst in, looking both agitated and mischevious. She started with telling everyone that Finn was blown up and in the hospital. It created a huge commotion and was forced to calm everyone down. Santana told him that she needed to know where Finn's mother was right away. That had started an argument.

"If you want to go find Finn's mother, then why did you bother to come in here unanounced and scare everyone?" said.

"I thought everyone should know," Santana countered. "It only seems like the kindest thing I can do."

sighed, "No matter you're good intentions, Santana, you could've chosen a more gentle approach to telling us."

"If I may cut in," Blaine said after hanging up with Kurt, "I think Kurt said they were out on vacation. I think they'll be back tomorrow."

Sanatana nodded, "Thank you. Finnally, someone decides to answer me." With that last remark, Santana left quickly, leaving everyone in stunned silence, trying to figure out what happened.

Santana strolled into the hotel. She went up the third floor and walked into a room. There, sat an impatient Brody, drumming on the table. She rolled her eyes, but smiled nontheless. "Good news. Finn's mom will return to Lima tomorrow. For now, we rest easy. The master plan begins tomorrow."

Brody resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Whatever. By the way, why did you tell me to wait here?"

"If I brought you, they would grow suspicious, idiot," Santana snapped at him. "Remember, I'm not doing this for you, but for Rachel. Now shut up and follow my instructions perfectly."