"Now what?" Sebastian asked quietly from the passenger seat. Santana shifted slightly.

"We could go back to my house. See if my parents and furniture have returned." She said it blasé, no hope in her voice. Pierre glanced at the two teenagers, before nodding.

"Yes." Pierre decided for them. "Where do you live?"

They quietly entered the house, where it was still empty of both furniture and people. Santana took a deep breath and Sebastian automatically hovered closer to her, eyeing her stomach before looking back up at her face. Obviously worried more for the baby than for her well being.

"Stress isn't good for the baby." Pierre figured out his son's look. "Perhaps you should sit down?"

"On what?" Santana asked dryly, gesturing towards the empty room. Sebastian led her over to a window ledge, where they both sat, while Pierre travelled farther into the house.

"This...it fucking sucks!" Santana snapped after a few silent moments. Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"Come on Santana. I know. I agree. This is horrible, but we have to deal with it." he sighed. Santana narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah, I know. You said that before. Although, hey, maybe we wouldn't have had to deal with it if you hadn't opened your trap to Ben Israel!" she snapped.

"Oh god. You just hold a grudge for ever, don't you?"

"Forever? You mean I can't still be mad about something one day after it happened? One day after you ruined my life!"

"Ruined your life? I think that was a combined effort when we had sex! Don't go blaming all this on me!"

"Oh! Screw you!"

"Ha! You already did!"

"Jackass, I-"

"Santana! There's something here…" Pierre interrupted them, from the other room. Santana's brow furrowed, and she made her way into the kitchen area, taking the paper he held.

Dear Santana,

We are not sorry. We must do what is best for the Lopez name. We beg, if you have a boy, allow him to take the Father's name. A bastard child…the house is yours. Lopez members don't live there anymore.

Sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. Lopez

"Santana?" Sebastian questioned, but the latina ignored him, shoving the note into his chest and heading upstairs.

"Santana?" Pierre carefully peeked his head into her bedroom, where her bed and all her furniture was still intact. The teenager sat on her bed, twisting her fingers together and staring at the wall, eyes hard. He entered, sitting down next to her.

"Listen to me. I know things are rough right now." he noted Sebastian entering the room, leaning against the door frame and also staring at him. "But they will get better. I promise."

"How?" Sebastian spoke, "We have no money-"

"Hey now! I do have a job! I can provide for all three of us! Except…" Pierre's face fell, but Sebastian already guessed what he would say.

"Tuition to Dalton." He nodded, "It's fine. Those ungrateful Warblers weren't going to let me lead them anyway." Santana snorted, finally breaking out of that trance like state.

"Don't expect any better at McKinley. The little troll and her hobbit gay boyfriend control the solos." Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"Don't you like Blaine? Isn't he your best friend?" Sebastian asked. Santana shrugged with a smirk.

"Come on." Pierre stood and stretched, "We can order in, and I checked. There are two other bedrooms with furniture in them for Sebastian and I. We can figure more out later. For now, let's eat." They headed downstairs.

After finishing their food, sitting on the ground where the living room use to be, it was late. Pierre decided to head up to bed, but not without trying to break the tension a bit more.

"Hey, on a positive note, whether you decide to send the baby to adoption or keep it, you can name it. So, think about that." Pierre attempted to lighten the mood, patting Santana on the shoulder, and kissing Sebastian's forehead before heading into Santana's parents' bedroom, now his. "Goodnight."

After a few moments, Sebastian broke the silence.

"If it's a girl, Marietta. It's French and a family name." Sebastian proposed. Santana glared at him.

"I don't want my baby to be seen as a character in one of Berry's musicals!" Santana snapped protectively, rubbing a hand over her stomach. Sebastian rolled his eyes affectionately.

"Why not? It's going to be the most talented singer in the world anyway!" he pointed out without a hint of doubt.

"Alexandra, for a girl." Santana stated. Sebastian gave her a look.

"Fleur, for a girl."

"Pablo, for a boy."

"Jean, for a boy."

"Juan."

"Claude."

"Luis."

"Jacques."

"Maria."

"Santine, for a girl."

"Juanita."

"Why do you keep suggesting Spanish names?" Sebastian finally exclaimed, "Juanita Smythe? Not normal!" Santana snorted.

"And Fleur Smythe is better?" she asked rhetorically. They fell into silence for a moment.

"I want a Spanish first name because my baby can't have a Spanish last name." Santana said so quietly he almost didn't hear it. But he did, and it froze him in his tracks.

"Juanita Fleur Smythe?" he offered and she burst into laughter.

"No…maybe not Juanita or Fleur." She conceded.

R & R. Big thanks to TwinkSnixx for keep asking me when I would update. Kept my kind of motivated. As in: Oh? You don't feel like typing that right now? Well then, won't TwinkSnixx be disappointed. Also, hah, sorry for the really weird update time, it's like 12:30 in the morning, oh well, you'll all see it later...