Melody was fine, with a few broken bones. Santana's mother and stepfather quickly came back to Lima after Santana's father called them. After giving Melody about three days to rest, Santana's mother asked Santana to join them in Melody's hospital room.

"Girls, the trip we went on was not a vacation." Her mom began.

"What was it?" Santana asked. She tried to look at Melody, but the younger girl was avoiding her gaze. Melody had not spoken to Santana and Santana had not been brave enough to visit her alone.

"We were house hunting. I have accepted a job down in Austin, Texas. We were about to close a deal when we got the call." Robert said.

"Wait. We are moving? But, Mom, it is my senior year!" Santana said.

"We realize that Santana. That is why you will be moving in permanently with your father, Hiram, and your sister." She replied.

"What about me?" Melody spoke up.

"Mel, we are giving you the choice. We know you were excited to make the soccer team, so if you would like to stay in Lima and live with Leroy, Hiram, Rachel, and Santana, you may. But you may also move to Texas with us." Robert said.

"I want to move with you guys." Melody said.

"Sweetie, are you sure that you do not you want to think about this?" Robert said.

"I cannot stay in Lima. There is to great of a chance that I will see Shelby. Besides, with my leg, soccer is over for me." Melody said.

"What about your sister? Wouldn't you like to be with Santana?" Mrs. Lopez said.

Melody still refused to look at Santana. "Not really."

Santana felt her heart break. "When…when are you guys moving?"

Her parents exchanged a look.

"This weekend. Oh, by the way, Mel you can leave the hospital today." Robert said. Soon, the four were on their way home.

That night, Santana walked into Melody's room. "Hey Mel?"

"What do you want Santana?"

"I think we need to talk." Santana said.

"Honestly, Santana, I really have no interest in talking to you."

Santana didn't leave. "No. You are moving halfway across the country in less than three days. We are going to talk. And your leg is broken so you cannot leave this time."

"Fine. Say what you have to say and then leave." Melody said.

"I do not get why you are so mad at me! It is not like I am the one who lied to you!" Santana said.

Melody sighed. "San, I do not want to talk about this."

"Yeah well guess what. Right now, I do not really care. All your life, I have put your wants and your needs first, but this time, things are going my way. We are going to talk about this!" Santana yelled.

"Well, maybe I cannot talk about it!" Melody yelled back.

Santana's parents came in. "What is going on in here?" Robert asked.

"I am trying to have an adult conversation with Melody and she is acting like a five year old!" Santana said.

"What are you trying to talk about?" her mother asked.

"Nothing. It is not important." Melody said.

"Do not listen to her. It is extremely important. It is something I would like to clear up before she leaves." Santana said. "I want to talk about what happened before the accident."

"What happened? We know about Shelby, but what happened between you two?" Robert dared to ask.

Santana sighed. "When I told Mel about Shelby, she freaked out and claimed I forced Shelby to write the letter. Then she told me that she hated me and she was glad that we are not blood related. That is when she ran out of the house." Santana said.

"Mel, is that true?"

"Maybe." Melody quietly said.

"Valerie Melodia, you cannot blame that on your sister." Robert said.

"And I think you know that, sweetheart." Her mother said.

"I needed someone to blame." Melody said. "Santana was there."

"Mel, what you said really hurt me. And when I saw you get hit by that car, I thought you were dead. I thought that I was never going to be able to get all this cleared up. Then you said you wanted to leave. I need to make things right between us." Santana said. "You and Rachel are the most important things to me, and the fact that I have come close to losing both of you in less than a week scares me."

"San, I am sorry. I should not have blamed you." Santana walked over and gave her sister a hug.

"It is okay, Mel." Melody and Santana started crying.

"Sweetie, do you still want to move with us?" Robert asked.

Melody nodded. "I need to get out of here. San, cheerleading is your way out of Lima. Soccer was mine. Now that is ruined. If I do not go with them, I may never get out of this cow town. It is my only chance."

Santana hugged her sister closer. "Oh mi hermana, that is so not true. Even though you may never again be up to that level in soccer, you are going to amount to so much in life. You are so much more determined than most of the people in this town. Lima could not hold you here, because it would not be fair to you. You have so much to offer and the world needs a chance to see that."

Melody only looked at Santana.

"Sweetie, you are an amazing person. You were never destined to stay in this city or even the state. You are meant to go out and help people. And if moving to Texas helps you do that, then I am not going to make you feel guilty about leaving. I want you to succeed." Santana continued.

"We are having you enrolled in one of the best private schools in the country." Robert interjected. "Almost all of their students get accepted into Ivy League Schools."

"See, Mel? That could be you. Going to an Ivy League? If you stay in Lima, that would most likely not happen. And I'm not going to an Ivy League School, so this way, at least one of their children broke the bank!" Santana tried to joke.

Robert's face drained of color. "Maybe you shouldn't go there." He joked. They all laughed.

"San, you could go to an Ivy League if you wanted." Melody said.

Santana shook her head. "Its too late for me to make that big of a change in my study habits. But its not too late for you. I think you should go."

"But I won't get to see you." Melody said.

"Melody, you can visit during Spring Break. And we were planning on coming back for Christmas." Her mother said.

Melody nodded. "O…okay. I'll go." She hugged her big sister closer to her.