It was only a matter of time before this happened.


"Hey Santana," Britney tried to catch her attention, "I think I caught pregnancy."

"What the hell Brit?" Santana exclaimed looking angrily dumbfounded.

"Well you remember the other day Quinn came over and she broke it to us she was pregnant? Well I forgot to clean the toilet seat off and I used it." Britney said looking worried.

"You can't cat- I mean get pregnant like that, well not unless there is Jizz involved." Santana explained to the poor Britney.

"Oh yay!" Britney exclaimed "Now I can tell my mom I'm not pregnant, she looked really scared when I told her I caught pregnancy this morning."

"Oh god Berry is coming down the hall, hide!" Santana shoved Britney into the nearest door which happened to be a broom closet.

Their bodies pressed tight together, faces inches apart.

"So hey, are we still going bowling this Saturday?" Britney said with an expression that can only be described as excited calmness.

"Yeah, I'll ask puck if he wants to come, I still need to get him to like me." Santana said.

"I thought it was just going to be the two of us." Britney said saddened.

"Come on Brit not right now, we are in a closet." Santana complained.

"I somehow thought this would be more spacious…" Britney said.

"Where did you learn the meaning of spacious?" Santana was surprised Britney knew such a word.

"I think I read it in a crossword, which is weird because I can't really look at crosswords because they give me headaches," Britney explained, "It was four down, a word opposite of hot."

"Whatevs, I think were clear now." Santana said reaching for the doorknob.

"Fresh air! OH Shi-" Santana closed the door noticing Rachel was just down the hallway, "her locker is down there."

"Why are we hiding from her again" I think I forgot." Britney said.

"Since we joined glee she's been annoying me about music numbers and shit." Santana complained.

"She hasn't annoyed me. Or has she? I don't think I can remember." Britney said saddened again at her bad memory.

"Can we go to fish-sticks after bowling?" Britney asked.

"You mean breadsticks." Santana corrected.

"Yeah there." Britney said excitedly again.

"Yes, their food gives me orgasms!" Santana said.

"Didn't I give you one of those yesterday?" Britney asked.

"We haven't had sex since last Friday Brit." Santana said rolling her eyes like she always did.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Britney inquired.

The bell rang.

"She has to be gone now, miss goody two shoes never misses class." Santana said, "How's my hair?"

"Pretty, but can we talk?" Britney said with a nervous tone to her voice, she looked a bit worried.

"Sorry gotta go Brit, I gotta go ask Puck to go with us." Santana quickly opened the closet and ran down the hall.

"But I think I like you…" Britney said quietly almost to herself.


I don't think I got Santana right exactly but hey shes close enough, she needs more screen time on glee I hardly get to see my favorite bitch.