A/N: So I got this idea after hearing about Heather Morris' pregnancy, but I want everyone to be aware that I'm not trying to exploit Heather's private life or anything. A friend and I were just talking about different ways we thought Glee could work the situation into the plot line of the show, and this was one of the more fun [albeit unlikely] scenarios we came up with. Somehow, it always comes back to Klaine :] So this right here's the prologue to the actual story, which will probably start around when Blaine shows up in New York, or close to that time anyway. I have the plot roughly outlined right now, but we'll see where it goes. Let me know what you all think! xoxox

P.S. As is a tendency of mine, I like to title my stories after song titles. This one is after a particularly beautiful song by The Avett Brothers. Give it a listen!

"I love you Britt. I love you no matter what happens. You know that. You can tell me anything and I will never stop loving you."

The two young women were sitting across from each other on the hard, brightly colored plastic chairs of a doctor's office in Lima, Ohio. Brittany Pierce looked into the haunting dark eyes of the Latina standing before her. Santana. Her ex-girlfriend. The woman she had trusted, adored, loved more than anyone in the world. Her best friend. Her soul mate. They had been apart for nearly a year now, and Brittany was dating Sam now, but her heart had never been able to leave Santana behind. And so, when Brittany had gone to the doctor with a bloated stomach and terrible cramps, she had asked Santana, who was in town visiting her parents, to accompany her. Brittany was certain it was nothing anyway; she was convinced she had just been somehow inhaling Lord Tubbington's hairballs in her sleep.

But it was something much more than that. Brittany looked into Santana's eyes and knew she couldn't lie to her. Santana had special powers after all; it was the Mexican blood flowing through her veins. She knew when people weren't telling her the truth.

"Santana, I'm pregnant," she had said, so innocently and bluntly, in that way that only Brittany could.

Santana had taken one look at her and burst into tears. Brittany took the girl in her arms, soothing her gently, rubbing her back. She didn't know why Santana was crying. It was just a baby. Babies were cute, babies made people smile. Shouldn't that make San happy?

"Oh Britt, I'm so sorry. This is so awful. What are you going to do?" Santana pulled away, swiping at the tears cascading from her eyes, not even caring as her mascara smudged down her cheeks .

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked in genuine confusion. "I just told you what I'm doing. I'm having a baby."

"So…you're not going to go to a clinic or something?"

"A clinic? Like those places they set up for giving blood donations to the Red Cross? Those places really freak me out, they look like a scene from World War II being reenacted in the school cafeteria." Brittany shuddered slightly.

Santana just shook her head. Oh sweet, innocent Britt. She didn't even understand that Santana was referring to an abortion clinic. She couldn't possibly take care of an infant. Brittany was capable of great things, Santana would be the first to say that, but perhaps motherhood wasn't in the cards for her, not just yet anyway. God, she was really just a kid herself.

"Are you saying you're going to keep the baby?" Santana asked, hating herself as she did. She didn't want to know the answer, but she couldn't stop the question from escaping her lips.

"Santana," Brittany shook her head, looking at the floor. "I just found out for the first time that babies don't actually come from the stork. Do you realize what this means? They told me I have to push an entire baby out of my lady parts. It's a lot to take in." Brittany looked overwhelmed, though not frightened. Ah, sweet Brittany. Her mind worked in such an interesting way. So simplistic, yet so wise all at once. It was why Santana loved her.

"You still need to think about what's going to happen after the baby is born Britts," Santana told her in what she thought was an encouraging manner. "Are you going to raise it? Is Sam going to help? What is he even going to say? How could he have been this stupid anyway? How could he let this happen to you?"

"Hey, it's not Sam's fault. I guess those plastic sandwich baggies we got from the drugstore aren't really just less expensive condoms after all. They totally sucked. I'm gonna write the company."

Santana sighed heavily. Sometimes talking to Brittany could be like pulling teeth.

"I don't want to raise Sam's baby," Brittany said suddenly, looking up at Santana with a look of certainty laced with fear in her bright blue eyes.

"No?" Santana asked hopefully, taking Brittany's hand in hers.

"No. If I'm going to raise a baby, I want it to be a long time from now. And I want it to be with you. I still love you, you know?"

Santana felt so much pure relief coursing through her veins right then, she could have laughed aloud. But they still had a heavy situation on their hands.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Well, it's still my baby. I mean, I still made it. I don't want it to die," Brittany said determinedly, and Santana had to smile at the sweetness that was so typical of her ex-girlfriend shining through.

"I think…I'll talk to Sam. If he wants the baby, he can have it once its born and raise it on his own. But if not, then I guess I'll give him away. He deserves a good mother, who can really love him and take care of him. And I don't think that's me. I mean, shoelaces still confuse me sometimes."

Santana did laugh then, all the tension of the past several months leaking out in that one moment. She threw her arms around Brittany. "I've never loved you more than I do right now."

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"So…she just…dumped a kid on you, just like that?" Blaine Anderson was having trouble keeping the fury out of his voice. As much as he loved Brittany, he couldn't believe she could be so heartless, so selfish. It was her baby as much it was Sam's. She knew Sam's family situation wasn't so easy. How did she expect him to care for a kid, by himself nevertheless. Blaine was Sam's best friend, but even he had to admit that Sam wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Tossing a major responsibility on him like this wasn't at all fair. Especially when Sam finally had a chance of getting out of here and making something of himself, turning his life around once and for all, bad luck be damned. This would happen.

"Man, don't be mad at Britt," Sam responded calmly, always the peacemaker. "You can't blame her. She's scared. She's not ready for a kid. And honestly, I think she's making a brave choice, giving up the little guy. Trying to raise him and then making a mess of things and totally screwing up his life would be far worse in the end. She's trying to give him a chance."

"She's being selfish!" Blaine interjected, feeling the fury rising from the pit of his stomach into his throat, tasting like bile. How could she do this to Sam? She knew all the crap he had been through. His family was so poor as it was, there was no way they could support an infant too.

"Cut her some slack Blaine. Imagine what you'd do if you were her."

Blaine did try to imagine it, imagine getting saddled with a kid right before he was about to graduate, and with someone it turned out he didn't even love. That was the other part. If Brittany chose to raise the baby with Sam, she would essentially be agreeing to staying with him for the rest of her life. And it was obvious now that as much as she cared about Sam, her true love would always lie with Santana. She had even told Sam as much. And Blaine couldn't really fault her for that. He knew what it felt like, not to be able to move on…

"I guess I can't fault her completely."

"Exactly. And let's face it Blaine, Britt's not cut out to be a mom, not right now at least. She's doing the right thing."

"I don't get how you can be so understanding."

"When life gives you a lot of shit, you learn to take it easier on other people. You never know what people are secretly dealing with."

"Still, she basically is leaving you in the lurch."

Sam shrugged. "She doesn't feel like she has a choice."

"But what about you? Shouldn't you get a choice?"

"I have one. Brittany said if I didn't want the baby, we'd put him up for adoption. But I don't think I'm okay with that," Sam admitted.

"What? You never told me this! If Britt's okay with putting the baby up for adoption, why on earth don't you just do that? It would solve all your problems."

"Because Blaine. You don't know what it's like. To know that there's a part of you, of your own flesh and blood, floating along somewhere out there, all innocent and little and scared. And it needs to be protected, it needs parents to love it and raise it and you know that's what you're supposed to be doing. But you can't and you're terrified cause you're still just a kid yourself. You thought you'd have time to figure out what being an adult was all about first, before you had to take care of someone else like that. But it happened and now it's your responsibility. And you know you made a mistake, but the biggest mistake in the world would be to let that little baby go, off into the world, never knowing you, and you never knowing for sure if he was being loved the right way or raised the right way or if he had parents to sing him to sleep at night and hold him when he cried, someone to make him mac 'n cheese with hot dogs or teach him to play ball or take him to Disney. I can't go about living my life knowing that my own son is just living with some stranger who could be raising him any way they pleased. You know how in Harry Potter, he gets stuck with his aunt and uncle and they're these horrible mean people who make him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs? I can't live my life wondering if my kid is living in a cupboard under somebody's stairs somewhere. I won't have it. So, yes, it means I have to make sacrifices. But it's worth it to make sure he's safe and loved."

Blaine was a naturally sensitive guy and he couldn't help but feel himself tearing up a little bit after Sam's speech. Suddenly, on impulse, he heard his mouth opening.

"Let me have him."

"What?" Sam asked in shock.

"Let me adopt your son. You won't have anything to worry about. My parents gave up on me being the golden boy they dreamed of a very long time ago, so I have no one to disappoint. You, you've got this whole bright future ahead of you, places to go, a family to care for as it is. Me, I never really had any concrete plans for what I was going to do after graduation. I'm still not sure. But I can promise you that I will work my ass off to give your baby a good home. I will do everything in my power to make sure he never wants for anything. He will have mac 'n cheese and hot dogs, Sam. I'll teach him to play ball. We'll go to Disney. And of course I'll sing to him at night and hold him, and kiss his cuts and bruises and check his closet for monsters and teach him to play the piano and get him a puppy and- everything. I'll give him everything I have. I'll work as hard as I have to in order to support him, but he'll never be in need as long as he lives, because my parents set up a trust fund for me long ago. And all of that money Sam, I promise you, all of it, will go to this little baby."

Sam was staring at Blaine in utter amazement and disbelief. "Blaine…I'm touched by your offer, I really am. And you know there's no one I would rather be the father to my son than you. But I don't understand why you're doing this. Why would you want a baby?"

Blaine shrugged. "Because I need something to live for. And someone to love. I need someone to prove myself to, someone to be there for. Someone to be better for. I didn't realize how much I needed it till just now. Please Sam. Let me do this for you. You won't regret it."

Sam looked at his friend long and hard. "Are you ever going to forgive yourself for what you did to him, Blaine?" he asked softly.

Blaine glanced down at the floor, kicking at it softly with one foot and biting his lower lip. "I don't know. What I do know is that I might need this baby as much as he needs me. I want to be everything for him."

"I trust you," said Sam. "And I'm sure Brittany does too. But you do know that taking the baby- it's not going to absolve you of your sins. It's not going to make what happened go away. Think about this Blaine. This is a lifetime commitment you're making. You can't just toss the baby out if you get bored of him, or return him if it doesn't work out. He's yours, forever."

"Forever," Blaine tasted the words on his lips, as if he was saying them for the first time, though he could easily think of another very distinct time when he said that same thing and failed. He wouldn't let that happen again.

"Forever is all I've ever wanted," Blaine said with a confident smile at his friend. Sam pulled him into a tight embrace then, tears threatening at the corners of his eyes.

Blaine wasn't exactly sure what he had just gotten himself into, but somehow, he knew he wouldn't regret it.

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