Chapter 1: She's Having a Baby
Disclaimer: Not only is the show not mine but the first part of this isn't mine. I took the scene from the show. It's from season 4 episode 15, "Girl (and boys) on Film."
"OK, so New York may be disgusting, especially when it's covered in gray, nasty snow. And the people may be horrible and rude, and some homeless guy in pee-stained tighty whities might have groped me on the subway and then asked me for a dollar, but I gots to say; I finally feel like I have found my people," Santana entered the shared apartment of herself, Kurt, Rachel, and Rachel's boyfriend, Brody. She took off her jacket and went to Rachel on the couch, who was reading a book and sipping her tea.
"I'm glad you found your corner of the sky Santana," Rachel muttered around her mug, making Santana give her a look.
Santana looked around the apartment before turning back to Rachel, "Where are the Hardy Boys? Solving the mystery of 'God, could you be anymore annoying?'"
"Kurt and Adam are at NYADA," Rachel replied, unamused.
"And Pablo Escabar? Did he ever come home?" Santana asked, noticing he wasn't around.
"Brody," Rachel put emphasis on his name before continuing, "Is in the shower."
"Where he will be for the next hour, scrubbing the drug shame from his friction less body," Santana told her, still on him being a drug dealer.
Rachel sat up, placing her cup on the table, "For the hundredth time, if you don't stop making fun of Brody-"
Santana cut her off, "I'm not... Well, I am, just not now." Rachel sighed and sat back. Santana looked at the bathroom door before turning to Rachel, "Look, while we are alone I want to talk to you about what I found in the bathroom trashcan buried underneath the waded up tissue paper, used cotton swabs, and soiled acne wipes. An item that, unless Lady Hummel has really been a lady all these years, could have only been yours."
Rachel looked at her for a second before lying, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Rachel, are you really not going to tell me about the stick?" Santana asked her friend, concern in her voice.
Rachel pointed a finger at her and her voice broke as she answered, "You had no right."
"Rachel, I'm your friend. Just tell me what's going on," Santana told her.
Rachel covered her face as she started to cry, leaning into Santana. Santana wrapped her arms around her, moving closer to her. She rubbed her back and whispered, "Oh God. You're going to be OK. It's OK. It's going to be OK."
Rachel cried into Santana; she was afraid of getting pregnant for more than one reason. One reason was that she was way too young. She was only nineteen and she was in college. She didn't even really supporting herself, her dads were. The second reason was that this would stump her chances at Broadway, at least for a little while. And the third reason was because she wasn't sure who the father was, it could be Finn or it could be Brody; that thought alone scared her.
She felt like a slut, she knew that she was in an open relationship with Brody but she slept with Finn and Brody hadn't been with someone else.
It took Rachel a few minutes to calm down. When she did Santana pulled her away a little to look at her, "Hey, it's going to be OK."
"You don't know that Santana," Rachel sniffled.
Santana sighed, "No I don't know for sure but I believe that it will be because I know you Rachel."
"I'm just scared Santana; I can't… I'm not ready to be a mother," Rachel admitted to her friend.
Santana looked at her for a second, "There are always options for you in this situation. You could do what Quinn did."
Rachel looked down, "But I don't want another child growing up like me; not knowing who my real mom was."
"Well why don't we go to the doctor tomorrow and then we can talk more about it if it turns out to be the case. It could always be like Mrs. Shuester, where she only thought she was pregnant," Santana offered.
Rachel nodded and laid her head on Santana's shoulder, wiping her eyes, "Thank you."
"Of course, what are friends for?" Santana smiled.
Rachel gave a small smile and closed her eyes, staying with Santana. When the bathroom door opened and Brody stepped out, both girls looked over at him.
He raised an eyebrow at the pair, "Is everything OK?"
Rachel nodded and flashed him a smile, "Yeah, everything is fine."
"Alright, are you going to come to bed babe?" Brody asked her.
"Yeah, in a little bit," Rachel said.
Brody nodded and walked behind their room. Santana rolled her eyes, "You know I hate him."
Rachel sighed, "And you had to ruin a good bonding moment. You know Santana, even if you don't like him, you will have to get over it."
"Or maybe now I have even more reason to find out what Plastic Man is up to. You are my friend Rachel," Santana told her.
Rachel's shoulders slumped, "Can you just please get along with him until we figure out my situation."
"Fine," Santana sighed.
Rachel hugged her before standing and joining Brody in their room. Santana sat there for a second before standing up and setting up her place on the couch.
The next morning Rachel and Santana were out to the hospital at 10 since Rachel didn't have class that morning but everyone else was out.
Santana waited out in the waiting room while Rachel went into the doctor. She came out about 45 minutes later and Santana stood, staring at her.
Rachel walked toward, face expressionless. Santana, being in patient, questioned, "Well?"
"I-I'm pregnant," Rachel sputtered out before she started to cry.
Santana took her into her arms, eyes wide, "Oh my God Rachel. I am so sorry."
Rachel hung onto her as she cried, "He said I was about three weeks pregnant."
Santana sighed, "Why don't we go home and talk?"
Rachel nodded and wiped her eyes before walking out. They got a cab back to their apartment. When they got inside they both sat on the couch in silence.
Rachel broke the silence first with a voice barely above a whisper, "I don't know who the father is."
"What? I thought it was Pablo Escobar," Santana looked at her.
Rachel looked down at her hands, "Well it could be Brody but it could also Finn. I slept with him at Mr. Shue's wedding. God I am such a slut." Rachel put her head in her hands at the last statement.
Santana bit her lip and looked at the small diva, "You are not a slut Rachel. It was wedding and Valentine's day. Besides, I know you still love him and it was a moment of weakness. And I thought you are Plastic Man were in an open relationship."
"We are, but still," Rachel shook her head. "I shouldn't have done it. How am I going to tell Brody that I am pregnant but I don't know if he's the father?"
"I know you will find a way, you are Rachel Barbra Berry after all," Santana gave her a small smile.
Rachel sighed and just sat there, "I am going to have to tell him aren't I?"
Santana nodded, a little solemn, "Yeah, you are." They sat in silence for a little while before Santana spoke up, "I have to go but I will see you later OK?"
Rachel nodded and Santana gave her a quick hug before leaving. Rachel sat there in thought on the couch. How in the world was she going to tell Brody and Finn about this? They were eventually going to have to take a paternity test because Rachel didn't want to lie about the father. Either way both of them had to know but she was going to tell Brody first since he was her boyfriend and Finn lived in Ohio.
When Santana entered the apartment she was met with Brody's yelling from Rachel's room, along with her sobs. Santana looked to where Kurt was seated at the kitchen island, a worried expression on his face.
"What's going on?" Santana asked.
"Well I came in only 15 minutes ago but from what I can hear, she is pregnant and Brody is pissed because she said it could be Finn's," Kurt informed the Latina.
Santana sighed, "So I take it he didn't take the news well?"
"You knew about this?" Kurt asked, a shocked look taking over his features.
"I found out last night, we went to the doctors today," Santana told him.
Before Kurt could answer, Brody's voice interrupted their conversation, "You told me you didn't sleep with him!"
"What was I supposed to say? 'Yeah I slept with my ex-fiancé at a wedding on Valentine's Day while you sat here alone?'" Rachel said through sobs.
"It would have been better than you lying to me," Brody shot back.
"I'm sorry," Rachel's voice was barely audible.
"Sorry isn't going to change the fact that you slept with him and now you are pregnant. You can't even tell who the father is," Brody ground out.
"I never meant for this to happen," Rachel cried.
"Yeah? Well it did," Brody growled.
"Please Brody," Rachel begged her boyfriend.
There was the sound of a fist connecting with the wall and Brody's angry voice, "You are a slut."
"Brody… please don't," Rachel pleaded, grabbing Brody's arm but he shoved her off, her falling to the floor with a thump.
That made Kurt and Santana jump into action. Santana raced into the room, placing herself between her friend on the floor and the angry guy in front of her.
Santana clenched her fists and growled, eyes narrow, "Get the hell out now."
Brody glared at her, "No, Rachel and I still have to finish our conversation."
Kurt helped Rachel up and was going to respond to him but Santana beat him to it, "No you don't. Get out 'afores I ends you. Maybe we will continue this conversation in a public place at a later time but for now, get out."
Brody looked at the three before grabbing his jacket and walking out. Kurt held a crying Rachel in his arms.
Santana went over and rubbed her back, trying to calm her down but it didn't seem to be helping her much.
She sobbed and held onto Kurt's shirt, "I can't do this."
"I am sorry Rachel. I'm so sorry," Santana muttered.
"We will help you," Kurt told her.
"I can't tell Finn, please don't tell him Kurt," Rachel sobbed out.
Kurt sighed but nodded, "I won't tell anyone until you are ready to tell people."
They both tried to comfort their friend but Kurt had homework to do so he passed her off to Santana after about ten minutes.
Santana laid her on the bed with her, holding her close as she cried into Santana now. Santana rubbed her back and spoke softly to her until she fell asleep in Santana's arms.
Santana sighed as she stared up at the ceiling as she thought. She honestly didn't know how to help Rachel. Quinn was the only pregnant person she's had to deal with and even that wasn't that hard because after Quinn was cut from the Cherrios' they didn't talk much, not even in Glee.
She knew that Rachel would have mood swings and morning sickness, doctor visits, weird food cravings, and some other things, but she didn't know how to help with those. She could call her dad; he was a doctor. She could also talk to her mom but she would have to ask Rachel id that was OK first and if Rachel told her no, then she would really have no idea how to help.
Santana just shook her head of those thoughts and tried to get some sleep. It would be the first time she slept in a real bed since she moved in here and it certainly felt nice in Rachel's soft bed. Though she has to admit, she would prefer not to have Rachel halfway on top of her and sniffling in her sleep. She would just have to get over it.
So here is the first chapter of my new story. I have another Pezberry story if you haven't read it already. It's called, 'I Kissed a Girl'. Check it out, I update it on Wednesdays and Sundays. I might do these on Mondays and Thursdays but I am not sure yet. Thank you for reading! I named this chapter after the song 'She's Having a Baby' by Dave Wakeling.