Glee- Santana Lopez Love Story (Discontinued)

Junior Year- Season 2

(Bell Rings)

Jacob: Up here, come on. Focus. Okay. Hi, I'm Jacob Ben Israel, with Glee's big gay summer, with all the glee club dish you're dying to know.

(With the girls and Tony) 

Jacob: How has life changed since having your bastard child?

Quinn: Well I'm happy to be back, and I'm ready to start fresh. (camera shows Santana cleavage) And I'm a lot less hormonal (while putting the camera up) So...so there's not really any crying

Jacob: How was your summer. (looking at her boob area)

Tony: (about to hit him)

Santana: My eyes are up here Jewfro. And it was great with my baby. (kisses Tony)

Tony: (kisses her back)

Jacob: What about you Tony?

Tony: It was great, I spent it with family and with Santana. Very happy.

Brittany: People thought I went on vacation but actually I spent the summer in the sewers.

(In Glee Club) 

Will: These are the comments from Jacob Ben Israel's most recent glee club blog. "Glee is a giant ball of suck"

Tony: We get it dad

Kurt: Everyone still hates us. So what? So we're plankton on the high school food chain. Only difference now is that none of us really care.

Mercedes: Kurt's right. We are a family. They can bring it all they want. None of it is going to break us.

Will: I'm happy you guys have bonded. The problem with all this negative stuff is keeping other students from auditioning 

Tina: Good why do we need new members?

Kurt: Matt transfer now we are down to 12 people.

Tony: Isn't that the number we need?

Will: Well son this year they have up the number of people for the club. It is now 13 people.

Tony: That's ridiculous. 

Will: Look if we want to go to nationals, If we want to beat Vocal Adrenaline we have to go from a small rebel force to a giant wall of sound. 

Rachel: Mr.Schuester's right. You didn't see Vocal Adrenaline at regionals. They were epic. We are going to need more voices to beat them.

Finn: Yeah I'm with Rachel on this one. (he stands up)

Tony: So am I guys.

Santana: No you aren't (stops him from going up) 

Tony: Yes, I am. 

Santana: No! (holds his hand tight)

Tony: (looks at Finn and Rachel and gives them a face saying Santana won)

Brittany: Gross.

Will: You're going to have to trust me on this guys. Now here's the plan. Nationals are in New York this year. And we are going! (chuckles) Now let's go out there and show the school how it's going to be. How cool we can be. If they're not going to come to us, lets go to them. They say we only sing show tunes and '80s pop. Let's show them how down we are. Let's give them the song of the year. New directions style.

Brittany: Okay!

(Everyone cheers)

(At the courtyard)

(Empire State of Mind)

Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to Deniro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Strett
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries

Cruisin' down 8th Street, off white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whatup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' mai tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five
Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York (new york!)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Do I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of brothers walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Africa Bambata home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in it naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three card molly
Labour Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the Kingdom, I'm from the Empire St. that's

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is, lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple leaf
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
End of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York,
New York

One hand in the air for the big city
Streetlights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air
Everybody say "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah"

New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York