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Chapter 7

"it's done!" I smile at Sam and show him my sketch of his face.

"Is it weird that I think I'm more handsome in a sketch like this?" Sam frowns at me.

I laugh and shake my head. Sam just put his hand on my seat and I put the sketch book in my bag until then dad walks into the choir room.

"All right, guys! Let me ask you something. Where do you think you'll be in the year 2030?" Dad asks and write 2030 in the white board.

"Broadway." Rachel and Kurt says together.

"Walking." Artie says.

"In jail, or dead. Or both." Puck simply said.

"Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you're going to need to be able to speak Spanish. The reality is, by 2030, more people on this planet will be speaking Spanish than any other language.

The world is changing. Our culture is changing. And that needs to be reflected in here. So for our next assignment, we're only doing songs written or performed by someone Latin, or of Latin descent. Or English songs performed bilingually." Dad says to us.

"Ooh, I'm bilingual." Kurt grins.

"Mr. Schue, though I love that we're finally getting all Lima Sound Machine in here, why now?" Santana asks.

"Oh, Santana, because it's long overdue. The truth is, I love all things Latin. I mean, I love Latin food, Latin art, Latin people." Dad says to her.

"You can even eat Tacos." I frown.

"You don't know any Latin people." Santana rolls her eyes.

"I know. Um Guys, this is David Martinez. David Martinez, this is the Glee Club." Dad bring a Latina man walks in.

"Oh, my God." I mumbled.

"Cutest smile ever." Sugar says.

"Hello, everyone. It's a pleasure." Mr. Martinez smiles at us.

"David here is one of my many Latin friends.

And, uh, he's interested in starting his own night school Glee Club, after hours. So, uh, I invited him to come watch us get our duende on." Dad says to us.

"Duende?" Finn asks.

"It means "dwarf," you ass." Santana rolls her eyes. "Now I'm completely confused.

So what's the assignment?" Puck asks.

"To sing, in Spanish, with duende. Which, yes, literally means "dwarf," but metaphorically, it means to have Spanish soul. To be filled with Spanish passion." Dad says to us.

"Will, can I hablar con ellos?" Mr. Martinez  asks dad.

"That's right." Dad nods.

"A performance with duende transforms you. Makes you sing, makes you cry, makes you laugh. Makes you want to kiss a person you love. A song sung in Spanish must have duende, or else." Mr. Martinez says to us.

"Would you mind showing us?" Santana ask.

"Oh dear God, please, yes." Kurt clapping his hand.

"Be my guest." Dad chuckles.

"Okay. Well, I'm-I'm not a professional like you guys, but I'll give it a go." Mr. Martinez says to us.

David:

Yeah, yeah Cuando salgo a andar, 

Girls be looking like que duro está

Yo soy el cangri aqui, walking on the street 

In my new lafreak, yeah 

This is how I roll, animal print, pants fuera control, 

Estoy guillao con mi big afro 

Y como Bruce Leroy, I got the glow yo

David with Artie and New Directions (David):

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body (I-I Work Out)

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body (I-I Work Out)

David (Artie):

Cuando hago mi entrada (Yeah)

This is what I see (OK)

Todo el mundo para pa' mirarme a mí,

I got passion in my pants and 

I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it

I'm sexy and I know it, 

Soy sexy y lo sabes

Yo vacilando en el mall,

Security just can't fight them off 

Jangeo at the beach,

I'm in a g-stro trying to tan my cheeks (What!)

This is how I roll, vamos ladies it's time to go 

Nos fuimos pal' bar, baby cogelo suave

No shoes, no shirt, como quiera me sirve, watch...

David with Artie and New Directions (David):

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body (I-I Work Out)

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body (I-I Work Out)

David (Artie):

Cuando hago mi entrada, (Yeah)

This is what I see,(OK)

Todo el mundo para pa' mirarme a mí,

I got passion in my pants and 

I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it

I'm sexy and I know it, Soy sexy y lo sabes

Hey, chequealo!

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah 

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah 

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah 

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah, yeah

Do the wiggle man, así menealo man, yeah 

Soy sexy y lo sabes!

Hey, yeah!

Whopa!

David with Artie and New Directions (David):

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body (I-I Work Out)

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body

Girl look at that body (I-I Work Out)

David:

I'm sexy and I know it

We are applauding and cheering at the end of the song. I turn my face at dad and he is just applauding and giggling awkwardly. I know there is something going on since he started taking nigh classes lesson for Spanish.

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I walk out from the classroom and hold my book and my binder. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" Mercedes suddenly walking down next to me.

"Yes sure." I nod and smile at her.

"I hope you don't mind but are you and Sam dating?" Mercedes asks me.

"No." I shake my head.

"But you two are really close." Mercedes says to me.

"Because he is living in my house." I raise my eyebrows and walk to my locker.

"Sam told me that you two are dating." Mercedes frowns at me.

"Well he asked me out but I haven't say anything yet. Besides I'm still not believing in love or relationship like that." I sigh.

"Look Sam and I are moved on and he is such a great guy. Maybe you can give him a chance. You deserve to be happy and be with someone like him." Mercedes smiles at me and walks away.

I let out a sigh and turn my face to my locker. I can't let my fear win from myself now. I need to do something but I don't what it is. I'm still scared and still don't believe in love.

~~

"I didn't ask for you to buy these stuff." I said to mom and put the food stocks in the pantry.

"Well, I'm sure that your dad is probably forget to tell you or he would be wrong to buy you tampons." Mom chuckles. "Where is he anyway?"

"Oh he is taking nigh classes of Spanish. He will be home in a minute." I said to mom.

Suddenly I heard the front door is opening. "Pumpkin, I'm home!" Dad shouts and walks to the kitchen. "Hey, didn't know you're here." Dad says to mom.

"Oh I'm here to dropped some groceries and she asked me to buy her lady things." Mom says to dad.

"Alright, I'm going to be in my room." Dad says to us.

"Will, wait. There is something I want to talk." Mom says to dad.

"What is it?" Dad raises his eyebrows.

Mom let out a sigh and look down. "I'm moving to Miami." Mom says to us.

"What?" I frown.

"As in Florida?" Dad frowns.

"Yeah. Sheet N Things is opening a new branch in Miami and they wanted me to be their executive manager." Mom says to us.

"So you want to leave me alone?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Why?" Dad asks her.

"Look, I know you're struggling with your job right now. Paris told me that you got complained from student questioning about your teaching methods." Mom says to him.

"How could you know that?" Dad turns his face at me.

"I asked Principal Figgins." I said to dad.

"And our baby girl is now a junior in high school and next year she will be in senior year and then graduate. I don't want her to not go to college like I did. I don't want you to take care of all the financial. I mean, we agreed to divided things up together and this is my way to helping you. I can't stuck being store manager in Lima forever in my life. This is one step ahead for my career and for her future." Mom says to dad.

"Well, you got to talk to her." Dad says to mom and walks away.

I turn my face at mom and wipe my tears away. "Please don't cry. Okay if you cry I won't go." Mom takes my hand. I walk closer to her and hug her.

"No, you should go. You and dad threw your dreams away to raise me and this opportunity to make it bigger and opportunity like this will not come twice." I said to her.

"You know, you are the only good thing in my life right now. I remember when the first time the doctor hand you to me. I hold you. You looking at me, I know you couldn't smile at that time but it seems like you were understand what I was talking about." Mom smiles at me. "And look at you now become this beautiful girl. I didn't know how come you didn't get my blue eyes but having your dad's eyes."

"But I'm still having your sharp nose." I giggle.

"I know. Listen, just because your mom doesn't live in the same city with you that doesn't mean she doesn't love you. I love you so much and I will call you everyday, telling each other about our days goes and every two weeks, I will send you flight tickets so we can meet and have our ladies things or I will come to you. How about that?" Mom smiles at me.

"Sounds nice." I nod and smile back at her.

"Your dad told me about your attitude changed and I actually I realized the same thing. Promise me to be always be yourself. Your dad and I just live in different place. We both love you very much." Mom says to me and holds my hand.

"I know that." I nod.

"Good." Mom smiles at me and hugs me. "I'm just one call away, sweetheart. Whenever you need me, I will be there. I can ignore all the calls from other people but for you, I won't." Mom hugs me and rubs my back.

"I love you, mom." I half smiled and hug her back.

"I love you so much more." Mom rubs my hair and kisses my cheek. "Alright, I'm gonna back to my house and pack my stuff." Mom says to me.

"When you will leave?" I ask her.

"By the end of week."

"Can I come to Miami with you for a weekend away?"

"Of course you can." Mom smiles and rubs my hair. She smiles and kisses my forehead. "Good night, don't eat too much lucky charms." Mom waves me a goodbye and walks to the door.

"Good night." I smile and walk her to the door and lock the door as she walks out.

I let out a sigh and lean my back against the wall. I have to survive. I'm seventeen now. I have a lot of things ahead of me not just my parents divorced but a lot of things.

I walk upstairs and turn my way in my room. I walk past Sam's room and see him is sleeping with a book on his lap. I walk to his room and take the book then put it into the book shelf. After that I take his blanket and cover his body with blanket until he pulls me up and make me fall on top of him.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle.

"I need a pillow." Sam hugs me while closing his eyes.

"Sam, my dad is downstairs." I giggle and get up. "By the way, why Mercedes said that you told everyone that we are dating?"

"So nobody wants to go out with you." Sam simply said.

"Really?" I raise my eyebrows.

"I have prepare a number for this Glee club assignment this week." Sam winks at me.

"Please not be a Justin Bieber's song." I shake my head and laughs.

"Justin Bieber is Latin?" Sam frowns.

"No." I roll my eyes. "Okay good night." I said to him and about to walk to the door.

"Read me Harry Potter fanfiction please." Sam grins at me.

"Fine." I roll my eyes and sit down on the bean bag take out his iPad and looking for Harry Potter fanfiction. "You're just like a baby now."

"Cute baby." Sam simply said.

"Adorkable baby." I chuckle.

"Adorkable?" Sam frowns.

"Adorable and dork." I smile and start reading the fanfiction.

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Paris:

I met a girl in east LA

In floral shorts as sweet as May

She sang in eighths in two Barrio chords

We fell in love but not in court

New Directions:

Aah-America

Paris:

Mis canciones son de la revolución

Mi corazón me duele por mi generación

If you love me, we can marry on the west coast

On a Wednesday, en el verano en agosto

Paris (New Directions):

I wanna dance (oh-oh-oh-oh), 

and love (oh-oh-oh-oh), 

and dance (oh-oh-oh-oh) again 

I wanna dance (ooh-ooh-ooh), 

and love (ooh-ooh-ohh-ohh), 

and dance again

Paris with New Directions (New Directions):

Aah-America-Americano (I wanna dance)

Aah-America-Americano (I wanna dance)

Paris (New Directions):

I will fight for

How I've fought for

How I love you (La la la la la la la)

I have cried for

I will die for

How I care (La la la la la la la)

In the mountains

Las campanas

Están sonando (La la la la la la la)

Todos los chicos

Y los chicos

Se están besando (La la la la la la la)

Paris (New Directions):

I wanna dance (oh-oh-oh-oh), 

and love (oh-oh-oh-oh), 

and dance (oh-oh-oh-oh) again 

I wanna dance (ooh-ooh-ooh), 

and love (ooh-ooh-ohh-ohh), 

and dance again

Paris with New Directions (New Directions):

Aah-America-Americano (I wanna dance)

Aah-America-Americano (I wanna dance)

If this would be a perfect world

We'd be together then (Let's do it, do it, do it)

Only got just one life, this I've learned

Who cares what they're gonna say (Let's do it, do it, do it)

Paris (New Directions):

I wanna dance ( oh-oh-oh-oh), 

and love (oh-oh-oh-oh), 

and dance (oh-oh-oh-oh) again 

I wanna dance (ooh-ooh-ooh), 

and love (ooh-ooh-ohh-ohh), 

and dance again

Paris with New Directions (Paris):

Aah-America-Americano

(I wanna dance)

Aah-America-Americano

(I wanna dance)

Paris (New Directions):

(Aah) Oh, oh, oh

(America) Oh, oh, oh

(Americano) I wanna dance!

Paris with New Directions:

Aah-America-Americano

New Directions:

I wanna dance!

Paris:

I wanna dance!

I smile as I ended up my song and the others are applauding and cheering for me. I go back to my seat and sit down there until the boys walk in wearing Mexican boots. I raise my eyebrows and Sam just smirks at me. This is the thing that he said last night?

"Mr. Schue, we are the boys have been preparing a number." Sam says to dad.

"Alright, show us what you got." Dad nods.

Sam:

Este amor llega así de esta manera 

No tiene la culpa 

Caballo le ven sabana

Porque es muy despreciado,

Por eso no te perdono llorar

Este amor llega así de esta manera 

No tiene la culpa,

Amor de compra y venta

Amor de el pasado

Sam with New Directions Boys:

Bebele, bembele, bembele

Bebele, bembele, bembele

Bamboleo, bambolea 

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así 

Bamboleo, bambolea 

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así

Sam:

Would you dance

If I asked you to dance?

Would you run

And never look back?

Would you cry

If you saw me crying?

And would you save my soul, tonight?

Sam with New Directions Boys:

Bamboleo, bambolea 

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así 

Bamboleo, bambolea 

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así

Sam:

Would you tremble

If I touched your lips?

Would you laugh?

Oh please tell me this

Now would you die 

For the one you loved?

Hold me in your arms, tonight

Sam with New Directions Boys (New Directions Boys):

I can be your hero, baby (Aaah!)

I can kiss away the pain (Aaah!)

I would stand by you forever (Aaah!)

You can take my breath away

Bamboleo, bambolea 

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así (Sam: Hey hey hey!)

Bamboleo, bambolea (Sam: Whoo)

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así (Sam: ¡Si señorita!)

New Directions Boys (Sam):

Bamboleo (Bamboleo!) bambolea (I can be your hero, baby)

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así (I can kiss away the pain)

Bamboleo, bambolea (I will stand by you forever)

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero (You can take my breath away)

Bamboleo, bambolea (I can be your hero, baby)

Porque mi vida, yo la prefiero vivir así (I can kiss away the pain)

Bamboleo (Auuh!)

And I will stand by you 

(You can take my breath away)

You can take my breath away

(I can be your hero)

We are applauding and cheering at the end of the song as I can't take off my eyes off of the boots because those are so eye catching. I want to bring them home.

"Guys, that was some muy serious footwork! Muy means "very"." Dad smiles at them.

"I was in it mostly for the boots." Kurt giggles.

"Yeah, what's the deal with those boots? Because wow." Dad asks them.

"They're Mexican hipster boots. It's kind of like a fad for groups of guys that are into dance music, and we're kind of like a dance crew." Finn says to us.

"Senor Martinez told us about it. The teeth, the duende, the bizarre Mexican fads. Senor Martinez is, like, the best Spanish teacher ever. I can't wait to see your performance, Mr. Schue." Santana says to dad.

"My performance?" Dad frowns.

"Yeah, to defend your Spanish teacher honor." Santana nods.

The bell rings. I take my bag and walk out from the choir room until suddenly someone catch my hand. I turn my face and Sam is raising his eyebrows at me.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"How was that?" Sam asks me.

"I'm impressed." I smile at him.

"Good. Because that was for you." Sam kisses my cheek then walks away.

I raise my eyebrows and build a smile on my face. I walk in the hallways and walk to my locker. I know that I feel happier lately and I love that.

~~

*Sam's POV*

I raise my eyebrows as I see Mr. Schue is sitting down on the couch in family room and writing something.

"You haven't sleep yet, Mr. Schue?" I ask him.

"No, I have to prepare for this performance tomorrow." He said to him. "I want to thank you actually." Mr. Schue smiles at me.

"For what?" I raise my eyebrows.

"That was the first time Paris sang a song in choir room since a year ago." Mr. Schue says to me.

"What?" I frown and sit down on another couch.

"Yeah ever since Terri and I divorced she never sang a song in choir room or even for assignment. She just sat there even when I tried to make assignment that she liked, she just being. But today I saw her sang a song in choir room for assignment and I know it's because of you. So thank you." Mr. Schue smiles at me.

"I want to thank you for letting me stay here." I smile back at Mr. Schue.

"Ah don't bother. We're a family." Mr. Schue chuckles. "You didn't sleep?"

"Uh usually Paris read me a story so I could get tired and fall asleep but she went to bed earlier so I need warm milk, I guess." I said to him and walk to the kitchen.

"Are you and my daughter dating?" Mr. Schue asks me.

"If it so, are you going to kick me out?" I ask him nervously.

"No. Obviously not. Just want you guys to know the line of dating. That's all." Mr. Schue says to me.

"Well, we didn't. I asked her out but she wanted to take things slow. I'm just trying to make her happy again, Mr. Schue. Like during Christmas week, she showed me her real beautiful smile and true happiness come from her face. I can see that clearly and now I want to see it again and never want it to disappear." I smile at Mr. Schue.

"Thank you, Sam." Mr. Schue smiles back at me.

"No, thank you for everything." I smile back at him and pour a glass of milk. "Goodnight Mr. Schue." I said to him and walk upstairs bring my glass.

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*Paris's POV*

I'm applauding and smiling as Santana and Mr. Martinez ended up their Latin song. And it was totally beautiful and so ear catchy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, David Martinez." Santana says and points at Mr. Martinez.

"Santana, fantastico. David, I'm just a little I don't know confused about your participation here." Dad frowns.

"Yo soy caliente y el esta caliente. And, hey, wasn't that number fantastic and truly authentic?" Santana says to us.

"Thank you very much, everyone. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a stack of night school exams on my desk that won't grade themselves, so buenas noches. Muchas gracias." Mr. Martinez says and walks away.

"Bye-bye. Well, Mr. Schue, the floor is all yours." Santana walks off the stage and dad walks to the stage.

I raise my eyebrows and actually curious about the number that he is going to perform today. What is it going to be?

Will:

A little less conversation, a little more action please

All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me

A little more bite and a little less bark

A little less fight and a little more spark

Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me

Satisfy me baby

Vamos cierra los ojos y escuchate la música

Que viaja por la brisa de verano

Que padrísima la noche y ya te enseño como usarla

Andale muchacha ve y relajate, hey!

Menos conversación y más acción por favor

Este agravamiento no me satisface a mí

A little more bite and a little less bark

A little less fight and a little more spark

No hables más y abre tu corazón y satisfáceme

Sastifáceme bebe!

Come on baby I'm tired of talking

Grab your coat and let's start walking

Vamos, vamos

Vamos, vamos

Vamos, vamos

No te demores, no artícules

Ya es tarde, estoy harto de esperar

A little less conversation, a little more action please

All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me

A little more bite and a little less bark

A little less fight and a little more spark

Shut your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me

Satisfy me baby

Satisfy me baby

Satisfáceme

Satisfy me baby

Satisfáceme así señorita

Yeah

Señorita, señorita

Satisfáceme

Baby baby bebe bebe bebe bebe

Menos conversación y más acción, por favor

Hey!

Muchas gracias

We are applauding and cheering at the end of dad's performance. Dad takes off his matador hat and frowns at Santana.

"It was you. You're the one who complained to Principal Figgins about me." Dad says angrily at Santana.

"Yeah, and I'd do it all over again after that performance." Santana simply said.

"You're messing with adult things here, Santana. This is my job. This is my life." Dad says to her.

"And this is my education, and it's not a joke to me, although it seems to be one to you." Santana says to dad.

"What are you talking about? They all loved my performance." Dad frowns while pointing at us.

"Because they don't know any better. It's your fault. You're their teacher. You went from "La Cucaracha" to a bullfighting mariachi. Why don't you just dress up as the Taco Bell Chihuahua and bark the theme song to Dora the Explorer? You don't even know enough to be embarrassed about these stereotypes that you're perpetuating." Santana says to dad.

"That's not fair." Dad shakes his head.

"Isn't it? What did you want to be when you grew up?" Santana asks dad as he just being quiet. "Why did you become a Spanish teacher, Mr.

Schue?" Santana asks again.

"Because it was the only teaching position open at the time. I was just starting a family that time, Paris just born and I want to be a teacher." Dad says to Santana.

"I want to remind you of something that an amazing teacher once taught me: without passion, you can't succeed." Santana says to dad.

"Who taught you that?" Dad frowns at her.

"You did. And you do. When you teach Glee." Santana simply said and walks away.

I half smiled and dad just standing on the stage. I know we aren't from rich family and my mom already moved to Miami for better financial security for me. But I appreciate what I have now.