A/N: For one of the first times...I'm stuck on where I'm going...so bear with me...because that usually begets calamity!

God help us!

I don't know what kind of ride this is...but I can guarantee it will be interesting!

-A


Jump (Madonna)


Santana's POV


The call came late on Saturday afternoon and I almost didn't answer the phone.

I had just finished getting poop on my shirt after not closing a diaper completely and I was trying not to get nauseous.

Thankfully, it had been a ratty old shirt and not one of my designer ones.

Ali was smiling at me as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the side.

"That wasn't funny." I said as I scrunched up my face and stuck out my tongue.

She giggled and reached out for my face and so I leaned in and let her slobber on my cheek for a moment.

That's when the phone rang.

I groaned as I put one hand on the baby, who was just starting to master rolling and used the other to reach for the phone on the nightstand.

"Unknown number..." I looked at my daughter who was practicing her spit bubbles and rolled my eyes. "Should I answer it?"

She didn't offer any help...obviously and so I just went ahead and answered it.

And I'm really glad that I did.


"Hello?" I said as I picked up Ali and rocked her against my chest.

"Is this Santana Lopez?"

"Speaking...who's this?" I asked a little confused at the gruff sound on the other end.

"My name is Stu Obrigo, I got your number from a friend of mine. She tells me that you have a voice that's out of this world and that I really should give you a call."

"Um...okay?"

Ali started babbling in my ear and I rubbed her back as I began to pace in my bedroom.

"Is now a good time?"

"Tell me what this is about exactly and I can tell you if it's a good time."

He laughed and I couldn't help but smile a little.

"Well for starters...I got your number from Alessandra Suarez...you worked at the radio station together..."

I racked my brain and then a bush of brown hair and big hipster glasses came to mind.

Alessandra had been the person who took over for me when I was in L.A. and we worked together for only a few months but in those few months, we had gotten kind of close.

So far he didn't seem completely creepy.


"Right...Lessa...and how do you know her exactly?"

"She is my god sister. She's here in New York now, she's a hostess at Triage Nightclub."

"Never heard of it...I've been out of the country for the last few years."

"Right...I heard about that which is probably why you are wondering why I had the balls to even call you."

"I am."

"Well...I have a band and I have been the front man since the beginning and we got offered a meeting with a record executive after a gig at Triage two nights ago."

"Congratulations."

"Thanks...I'm kind of nervous about it."

"If you got this far...you have a pretty good chance of being signed, but that's when the real work begins."

"No pressure?" He laughed nervously.

"Oh definite pressure."

"Exciting...so...um...where was I?"

"You were doing your pitch."

"Right! So, our band has everything...we kind of pick up a bit of the edgy, Latin American vibe. Everyone keeps saying that we need a female in the group and I have completely been against it."

"Okay...and now you changed your mind?"

"Lessa, as you know, is really amazing when it comes to having an ear for music. I trust her and when we did our gig, she suggested that I call you. She told me about all that trouble in L.A. and how you are edgy and insanely talented. I'm not sure how interested you might be but if you are interested, even just curious...maybe you could come down and see us play tonight?"

"Tonight? Um...I need to check with my wife...just shoot me a text with the address and we will see...okay?"

"Great...I hope to see you then."


"Hey...you're back. I didn't expect to see you again today."

"Can I come in?"

Papi smiled and let me in after kissing my cheek.

I rushed into his living room and rested the car seat on the floor before sitting down.

Ali was fast asleep and so I just decided not to bother her by taking her out.

"What's wrong?" Papi asked as he sat across from me.

"Nothing is wrong...well...something is up but nothing is wrong...at least...not that I know of?" I said in one rushed breath.

He smiled at me and then raised his eyebrow.

"Mi'ja...start from the beginning and we can talk through whatever has you back here."

"What do you think about me singing again?"

"Like professionally?" He asked, looking a bit nervous.

"Yes...now that I'm on medication and I have a better control on things...what do you think?"

"Is there a reason for this line of questioning or are you trying to give an old man a heart attack?"


I rolled my eyes as he playfully put his hand on his chest.

"Papi don't joke about that...you are all I have left."

"Lo siento, amor. I just worry about you, even when you are sitting right in front of me looking healthy and happy."

"That's silly, Papi."

"Call it what you want, I'm your father...it's my job. You'll see...Ali will get bigger and you will find yourself worrying all the time."

"Then why don't you ever stop me from things if I worry you so much?"

"Because you would resent me for it. You have to make your own mistakes, mija...that's life."

"Do you think me going into the music business again is a mistake?"

"It doesn't matter what I think...what do you think?"


Papi had given me some serious food for thought after I explained the whole situation to him.

He asked me how I would deal with being a new mom and being in the band.

And then he asked how I would deal with Snix and Quinn and now Brittany.

I couldn't really answer him but I definitely knew that I needed to figure some of this out and there was only one person who I wanted to figure it out with.

Papi insisted on me leaving the baby with him just in case I decided that I was going to the club and so after leaving my baby for yet another night...I headed back home.

I knew that Quinn would support me in whatever I did but I also knew that she tended to see things more logically than I did.

Either way, there was no way that I was going to make a decision this big without her.


A/N: So...I don't think that I can hold back anymore. I have been trying to be lighter and it just doesn't feel right. More to come...just maybe a little different.