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"S" I hissed as I reached my best friend. She turned to me. My excited smiling face in her's. "I'm gonna tell him. I'm gonna tell him he's my father" I exclaimed.

"Wait who's your father?" Dylan asked confused after what Brooke just said.

"Chuck, Chuck's my dad and Blair Waldorf's my mother" Brooke said in a hushed tone. Santana had never seen her friend so happy. She'd hate to have to ruin this moment.

"What, why didn't you tell me?" Dylan asked. He seriously didn't get it.

"You can't tell anyone, yet" Brooke told him.

"Fine" He mumbled.

Santana dragged Brooke away from the crowds and out to the toilets. Checking that no-one was in there she locked the main door on the outside.

"S, can't you be happy for me" Brooke begged her best friend.

"I talked to Chuck earlier" Santana told her.

"And what happened?" A intrigued Brooke asked.

"Why don't you have any children" Santana asked Chuck. Should she tell Brooke about what Chuck just said? Maybe.

"I'd love them" He admitted. "But Dylan and autumn are enough for me right now" He smiled at her.

"Truth is B, I don't think he's ready for a daughter, especially not like you. Or a child" She told him.

The smile on Brookes face fell into a frown as she heard her friend tell her this. Santana felt filled with guilt.

"If you think he is then tell him, please but I'm not sure" Santana told her.

"Can you leave? Can I just have a minuet?" Brooke sniffled, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

"Okay" Santana sighed at her best friend. "Just be careful Brooke" Santana said as she closed the door leaving a crying Brooke alone.

Brooke walked up and locked the main door again, leaning back on it and falling against it. She was alone now. She let tears fall freely from her eye's thinking about all of this. Was Santana right? Should she tell him?

Her and Chuck got along well but she just needed to see how things could go from there. Brooke stood up from her seat on the dirty bathroom floor. She walked over and stared at herself in the mirror.

She was Brooke Waldorf. She wasn't this week. Because Brooke Waldorf was a fighter, Brooke Waldorf was a winner.

"I'm Brooke fucking Waldorf" She stated with confidence smirking at her in the mirror.

She fixed her make-up and walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had changed. She looked the same as before beautiful as ever.

"So thank you for holding this Gala in my honour, And I believe it is important we remember the cause" Chuck finished his speech to a large applause.

I walked around looking for him. I might as well finish my conversation with him.

"Brooke" I heard someone call out. I turned around to see Chuck calling me over. He was with Lily and Rufus, talking.

I walked over to him smiling.

"Hey Bass" I said to him.

"Hi, Brooke" Chuck said to me "Have you met Lily and Rufus Humphrey"

"Kind-of" I said.

"This is Brooke Hudson, Santana's cousin" Chuck introduced me.

"Yeah we briefly met" Lily said shaking my hand.

"Well it's nice to meet you" I told lily. I honestly wish they would just go away so I could talk to Chuck. It was ages of polite talking before they finally did.

"So, what were you going to tell me before I made my speech?" Chuck asked her.

"What?" I asked trying to sound confused. Didn't do too well though.

"You said I'm before I interrupted you" He told me.

"Oh it was nothing" I told him.

"If you say so" He sighed. "Well, I have to go socialize with these people, see you later" He told me.

"Okay bye" I waved to him as he walked through the distance. I was exhausted. I had such a long night. I just needed to go home and scream.

"I ordered myself a limo, I'm going home" I announced to Santana. She looked shocked.

"Okay, just let me say goodbye to Dylan and his family" Santana told Brooke.

"No, Santana I dragged you here for my personal reasons. You should at least have some fun here. So stay with Dylan. Stay the night with him" I told her.

"Thank you" She slightly smiled. She walked away back to her crowd.

I sighed again and walked outside till a limo came for me.

"The Empire hotel please" I told the driver. I'd get a taxi home but I was a little overdressed for that. We drove around and drove past many sights. I saw big Clubs open in the night-time. Girls in very short and slutty dresses and high high heels were standing outside them looking for someone to go in with.

I never had that problem. As my mum was young when she had me she would teach me how to do my make-up and buy the best for me so I always looked pretty.

Sixteen. I was sixteen and going to be seventeen in December.

I paid the driver before leaving and walking up to the room. The Elevator was taken so I had to climb a million flights of stairs! It took forever.

I walked over still in my heels and dress to the couch. I collapsed down onto it and removed my shoes. It had been ten years, but heels still really killed my feet. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I flicked through the channels looking for something good to watch.

Spy Kids. It had only just started. I removed my Necklace and lay down on the sofa. It was nice to watch something on my own. Santana wouldn't be back till morning. She was spending the night with Dylan in their own hotel room. Ohhhhhh.

Just had to do that. You really think I'd have Brooke tell him yet? But not to much longer till everyone else finds out. I have a plan.