"Shit!" Santana woke up at 9:15 Tuesday morning running around to get ready. Every Tuesday morning at 9, Coach Sylvester wanted an update on how the glee sabotage was going. Sue hated when her Cheerios were late more than anything else. Santana knew she was going to get in trouble. She quickly got dressed and dashed out the door, but not before Hayley (Lisa & Bob's biological daughter) peeked her head out from the kitchen.

"Hey, I was going to wake you up but I didn't know what time you had to be at school." She stood next to Santana sipping coffee from a mug in her hands.

"That's alright," Santana said quickly.

"I made you some breakfast; pancakes and bacon, I know it's not much, but I figured you'd be hungry," she shrugged.

"Thanks," Santana said suspiciously. She walked into the kitchen and eyed the plate. "But I have to get to school; early Cheerios practice." Santana headed towards the door once again but stopped just as she got there. "Why are you being so nice to me? Is this some plan that your parents cooked up or something?"

"What, no not at all. Look, I know my parents don't treat you as well as they should, but that doesn't mean that I approve of the way they treat you. But what can I do about it? Even if I were to defend you, it's not like they would listen to me. Trust me, I've tried before." This was news to Santana. Hayley had never approached her before so she figured she took her parents' side. "I love my parents and I always will but I know it's not fair the way that they treat you." It was silent for a while before Hayley spoke again. "At least eat your breakfast on the way?" She pleaded. Santana took a few pieces of bacon off the plate and started nibbling on them.

"Thanks again Hayley." She nodded before Santana walked out the door.

"Sorry I'm late!" She ran into Coach Sylvester's office 40 minutes late.

"Q's already informed me of how well Glee is going. Now I'm going to ask you girls to smell your armpits." Santana looked at Sue like she was crazy, but did what she was told. "That's the smell of failure, and it's stinking up my office. Now get out." Santana, Brittany, and Quinn quickly flooded out the door.

"What did you tell her Q?" Santana asked; hands on her hips.

"I told her the truth. That some of us were actually trying to do what she wanted while /others/ would rather have fun." She stared icily at both Santana and Brittany.

"You know it's funny you say that because you're the one who seems like you're having all the fun. I'm actually /trying/ to get the job done!" Santana said defensively.

"What are you getting so defensive about then?" Quinn pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Q, don't start with me. I am not in the mood right now. Let's just forget about everything that's happened and actually focus on the task at hand; deal?" Santana held her arm out and after a minute of hesitation, Quinn shook her hand then walked away.

"What's gotten into her?" Brittany asked Santana once Quinn was gone.

"I have no idea and I don't care. That's just Q and her mood swings; you know how she is."

"That's true. By the way, my mom wanted to know if you want to come over for dinner tonight."

"Sure. I feel like I'm always coming over though. I hope your parents are okay with that." Santana turned to face Brittany.

"They don't mind." Brittany leaned forward but Santana backed away.

"Not here Britt," she said softly.

"Sorry," Brittany sighed.

"I better get to class. I'll see you later." With that Santana quickly made it to her second class of the day.

As Santana made her way to the bathroom after lunch, she noticed a crying blonde bending over the sink. She easily noticed it was Quinn.

"Quinn?" Santana cocked her eyebrows.

"Go away," Quinn snapped.

"What is your problem Q?" Santana rolled her eyes and walked over to Quinn. "You're constantly bitching at me and I'm sick of it!" Santana snapped back.

"You wouldn't understand," Quinn said; her tone a little softer this time.

"Try me," Santana laughed bitterly. After a momentary pause, Quinn spoke.

"I'm pregnant," she said; her voice barely audible. Santana stood there; mouth agape.

"Have you told Finn yet? Your parents?" Quinn shook her head.

"I can't tell Finn," she sobbed harder.

"Why not? It's his kid too; he has to take some of the responsibility in all of this," Santana said with more anger than she probably should have. Though her and Quinn didn't always get along, she didn't like to see this girl she thought of as strong, crumbling apart right in front of her.

"It's not…" The rest of Quinn's sentence was mumbled together and Santana couldn't make sense of it.

"What, Quinn?" Santana rubbed Quinn's back comfortingly.

"It's not his baby," she blurted out.

"Then whose kid is it?" When Quinn stayed silent, she asked her question again. "Quinn?" Quinn took a deep breath before answering.

"Puck's." That confession took Santana off guard.

"How far along are you?"

"4 weeks." 4 weeks. A whole month. Santana was still dating Puck a month ago. It pissed her off to find out that he had cheated on her; not that she didn't expect it. She didn't expect much from Puck anymore though. "I'm sorry."

"Just forget about it Quinn," Santana huffed as she headed towards the bathroom door.

"You're not going to tell anyone are you?" Quinn worried. Santana didn't answer; just stalked out of the room to look for Puck.

"'Sup Lopez?" He was standing by his locker when Santana walked up to him. Yet again she laughed bitterly. She slapped him and started to walk away before he pulled her back by her arm.

"What the hell!" She whipped around to face him.

"I always knew you were some sex-crazed, jerk of a guy but I never thought you'd be a cheater too!"

"What are you talking about?" Puck furrowed his eyebrows at Santana's accusation. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Quinn, about a month ago, ring any bells?" She yanked her arm from his grip and crossed them over her chest. Puck slowly started to remember what she was talking about.

"How did you know about that?" He said; his voice quieted down to a whisper.

"Why don't you ask her?" She swung back around and stalked over to her locker. It was only a few minutes later when Brittany walked up next to her.

"Are you okay?" She asked instantaneously.

"Yeah I'm just… don't worry about me."

"Of course I'm going to worry about you. What's wrong?" Brittany tilted her head to the side; trying to figure out what was wrong with her best friend.

"I just found out Quinn's pregnant… with Puck's kid."

"So?" Brittany said cluelessly.

"So? Britt, it means he cheated on me," Santana said obviously.

"Well it's a good thing you broke up with him then."

"Brittany you don't get it. He cheated on me with one of my "best friends," and got her pregnant. That is not okay," Santana huffed.

"I'm not saying it is. I'm just saying you shouldn't feel so upset about it. I know what he did was wrong but you're not with him anymore. You'd only be upset if you still had feelings for him." What Brittany was saying did make sense, which was very rare. Did she still have feelings for Puck? Of course not. Then again, she did love him. So maybe she wasn't over those feelings yet. But she liked Brittany. She wanted to be with her. So what was the deal?

"Yeah, I guess so." She shrugged.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" That was a question Brittany didn't want to ask but knew she had to. She didn't want to be played like a cello, or violin, or however the saying went.

"I-I don't know," Santana answered honestly. A part of her was pissed off at him for doing that to her. Another part of her wanted him to apologize to her and tell her that Quinn was just some one night stand and that what he and Santana had was special. Yet another part was saying you're with Brittany, why do you care?

"Well until you know, I don't think you should come over for dinner." Santana felt her chest clench as Brittany uttered those words. She wanted to follow after Brittany to tell her that she wanted to be with her more than anything, but neither her feet nor her heart would let her. So she just stood there and watched her walk away.