"Come on Santana. Mercedes and I are over…I need a little tumble," Puck said. Santana was livid.

"Go away, Puck!" She said in a scathing tone.

"You sang 'The Boy is Mine'. You obviously love me," Puck pressed. Santana pushed him away.

"I hate you. You don't care or respect me. I'm Head Cheerleader. I'm Top Dog and you had to date someone to get high on the social ladder. I don't take orders from you anymore," Santana said. She had a new sense of security knowing that no matter how hard she fell she had Finn, unless Rachel came back into the picture. She had been flirting with Finn relentlessly. And while Santana wasn't sure about her and Finn, he was the father of her child. And he has a cute butt and smile. Whoa. Where did that come from? Santana walked away, leaving a shocked Puck staring after her. She found Finn talking to Rachel.

"Finn, can I talk to you?" she asked. Rachel looked puzzled as Finn followed her with no hesitation.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Just morning sickness, I think. I've got a sonogram coming up in a week, just to let you know. I'm only like four weeks or something. I don't know how many weeks until we can find out gender," Santana said.

"Oh cool. I'll drive you. Uh, I got to go…" Finn said. Santana nodded.

Quinn came up to her.

"Hey Santana. I heard about and Finn before. But then you guys stopped talking. What's up between you two now? No one can drag him away from Rachel," Quinn said. Santana didn't want to say anything but her hands drifted to her stomach unintentionally.

"Nothing," Santana said.

"San…are you pregnant?" Quinn asked, looking down at her own belly. Santana frowned.

"Quinn if you tell anyone I swear you won't be walking," Santana said. Quinn's mouth parted in shock.

"I won't. Oh my god. Finn's?" she asked. Santana nodded.

"Wow. That's…something," Quinn said. Santana frowned.

"And if the news comes out…I won't be falling down the social ladder," Santana. Quinn looked at her skeptically but Santana walked away, as strong as ever.