The Fosters

Previously on The Fosters...

- Taking out the trash? - Hey!

Last night, Lexi and I had sex...

but we needed the morning after pill.

So now what?

Have you thought any more about talking to your mom?

If she ever found out,

that you guys gave me the pill,

she'd go crazy.

I did it, so that you did not have to.

Hey, what's he doin' here?

I invited him.

I don't want you dating Wyatt,

because I don't want you dating anyone.

Yeah, well, even having this conversation,

could get me and Jude kicked out of the house.

That would never happen.

Brandon, it can happen...

I'll take Jude to his tutor, then drop Jesus at practice.

Mike is taking Brandon to his audition while you're at your dad's.

How long do you think you're going to be?

Not long, just enough to stock the fridge, say hello, you know.

Good morning, sweets.

- Good morning. - Good morning, sleepy head.

Is this thing supposed to itch?

That's a excellent question,

one you should have posed before you stuck a needle in your face.

Oh, since you're going to the store,

will you pick up a couple bottles of white?

Yeah. What's wrong with what we have?

We're not serving wine in a box.

Ok, fancy-pants. But it's Lexi's parents.

We're not trying to impress them.

Jesus' relentless micromanagement would suggest otherwise...

Speaking of which, you're still welcome to join us.

I'm sure the Riveras would love to see you.

Or not. Well, you're up and at 'em this morning.

- I got to practice. - You were up practicing pretty late night.

It's a big day.

He stresses himself out every time he has an audition like this.

- I know. He'll be fine. - Brandon wake you up, too?

- He's supposed to be wearing his headphones. - He is. You can hear him

banging on his keyboard through the walls.

It's like a construction site in there.

Oh, everybody's up. Before 10:00. What kind of teenagers are you?

Not Jude. That kid could sleep through the apocalypse.

Did you guys decide what we're having for dinner tonight?

As a matter of fact, I do believe we're starting with some caviar,

then lobster tails with Belgian escarole,

and a side of truffled potatoes...

- Seriously? - No, of course not.

Mama's making halibut.

I just want to impress them.

If we have to have caviar to impress them,

we're not going to make the cut. What are you so nervous for?

This isn't a sit-down like The Godfather.

The Riveras just want to be sure

both families are on the same page.

We'll do our best to assure them we're not running a teen brothel,

but we're not going to pretend to be something we aren't.

I know, they're just old school.

Oh, Callie.

Are you ok to walk to your support group, tonight?

Um, yeah.

Did you take those?

It's not like it requires talent.

I just clicked a button.

No, these are great.

Is this something you're into, photography?

I mean, I guess.

You better run and get a shower before you're late.

Ok.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Let me guess, you'd like us to use the fine china?

Lexi's parents are chaperoning a retreat next weekend,

and I really want to go.

Um, hello. We have the adoption fair next weekend.

- Since when are you religious? - Since when are you a hipster?

Ok. Enough.

We'll not make any promises, Jesus, but we'll...

we'll look into it.

You never invited Lexi's parents over when we were friends.

Ok, church camp?

So, we can subject our son to people

who don't approve of our family? Um, no.

I figured, hey, it's still technically "ours",

I might as well throw one last party.

You're not upset the bank's foreclosing

on the only home you've ever lived in?

That's like me throwing a party every time I got yanked out of

one foster home and dropped in another.

It's just a house.

Is this really your house?

'Cause, last time we went to your house,

I almost got arrested.

Come see.

How hard is it to sneak into a place with a marker?

Look.

You did this?

Yeah, when I was little.

I started in fourth grade.

When life sucked I'd go in there and just... draw.

This is stupid...

No, it's not stupid.

- I want to see more. - You want to see more of me?

Oh, you're really incapable of being serious for more than 30 seconds.

Do you want me to be serious?

Let's talk about us. What are we?

Are we dating? What do you call this thing that we're doing?

I do not get you.

I feel like I'm a girl in this relationship.

Relationship?

If you could only see how ridiculous you look right now.

Come tonight.

No...

I want you at my party.

No way. Wyatt, I'm on probation.

One close call is enough for me.

It's just a little get together.

Sorry, I have to go.

- Got a hot date? - Yeah.

With a bunch of angry foster kids.

- Why don't you blow it off? - It's required. Bye.

Very nice.

Oh, sorry. Was it too loud?

I took my headphones off, my ears were hurting.

No, no, no. It was beautiful.

Well... we'll see.

I just wanted to wish you luck before I head out.

We won't be back before your dad comes to pick you up this afternoon.

- You need anything? - Um, I'm good. Thanks.

Hey...

I have all the confidence in the world

that you're going to impress this guy,

but this audition can't be the be-all, end-all of your life.

He's just a piano teacher.

No. No, he's not. He's one of the best in the state.

Well, he'd be lucky to have you.

He didn't exactly feel that way last year or the year before that.

We're proud of you. No matter what.

Whoa, where are you headed in such a hurry?

- Garret invited me to lunch. - Ohh.

You two are spending quite a bit of time together these days.

Can I go? We were just going to meet at Paco's.

Sure, I was just about to leave, I can drop you off.

Ok. But, can we hurry? I don't want to be late.

Sounds like you dealt with that really well, Nicole.

Thank you.

Sarah, we haven't heard from you yet.

Well, um...

after a few misses, I think my third foster home's a match.

The Olmsteads have really gone out of their way to make me feel welcome.

They don't introduce me as their "foster daughter,"

and they take me everywhere.

It's nice to feel like I belong. Even if it is temporary.

And we lived happily ever after.

Ok. Thanks for that, Sarah.

It's time to break,

but I hope next week we'll all participate.

- Such a waste, right? - Oh. Yeah.

I can't believe they make us do this crap on a Saturday.

- I know, right? - Hey, um...

Do you want to talk about it over coffee or something?

- My treat. - Yeah.

Yeah, just let me text my foster mom.

Yeah.

You came.

Wow. Your folks must be mad, huh?

Well, they're not exactly happy.

I like it.

I'm sure you'd rather be hanging with your friends

on a Saturday afternoon, so thank you for coming.

Well, my weekends are pretty boring these days.

Don't you have a boyfriend?

Pretty girl like you.

And where are your girls?

I remember when I was your age,

I would not go anywhere without my girl Nati.

Well, my Nati's name is Lexi and we aren't talking.

- What'd she do? - It's complicated.

Try me.

She's been hooking up with Jesus behind my back.

Oh, man. Yeah, that sucks.

Um...

I was surprised to hear from you again.

Last time, you...

you know, took off so fast.

Yeah.

Well, this is awkward.

I don't have anymore money, if that's what you mean.

Oh, no. No, God, no.

I was thinking about you on your birthday...

wishing I was there.

Wondering if you even got to have a Quinceanera.

I did, yeah.

That's so nice.

I bet it was wonderful.

Oh, yeah.

It was amazing.

Well, I wish I could've seen it.