AN: This will have a lot of cannon as the background, it's AU mainly because Quinn never lived in Ohio, she grew up in the Bronx; but everything else that happened from Season 1-4 that doesn't include or revolve around Quinn Fabray occurred with the exception of the wedding, because that was a big ball of WTF and should have never been included to begin with. Finn was lied to about a pregnancy by another member of the Cheerios sophomore year but she didn't keep it and is not going to be relevant to the story line.

Eventual Faberry relationship and Quintana friendship (that will happen WAAAAY quicker than Faberry so fair warning), I based this story off of a picture of Lea and Dianna on set with Lea in the pregnancy belly, and because I REALLY don't like Finn or Brody as Baby Daddy. Finn because that makes no sense with the timeline of the show and Brody because he is like the illegitimate love child of Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman (I only like Puck in fandom, aka as a Jewbro to Rachel) that was raised by Jesse St. James, oh and he is a male prostitute apparently, so yea not so much of a Brochel shipper. As a friend sure no problems there, but as a romantic interest...just no me gusta!

WARNINGS: This is a girl!peen story; for those who don't like it, just don't read it, no need to rudely comment on it.

March 7th, 2013

"I'm pregnant."

"…"

Normally the fact that I was able to render the fiery girl in front, whom is never without a clever and snarky rejoinder, speechless would have been very amusing, however at this moment my head is filled with remorse over the reality that one drunken night could potentially ruin two lives and would further devastate someone even more than I already had. 'Fuck.'

"Santana please say something."

"It's not Finnepts is it? Please in the name of all that is holy tell me that oversized walking gelatinous tub of hypocrite did not actually reproduce!"

The look of appalled righteous indignation and horror on her face is actually enough to break me out of my cycle of self loathing for the time being. After chuckling for a few moments I allay her fears with a soft, "No San, it's not Finn's."

"Gracias a Dios, Rachel! I mean sure your baby will still be half moronic douche bag but at least it won't retain a gassy infantile look for the rest of its life or have custard filled nipples. So have you broken the news to Brody Bigolo yet?"

"UGH! First off, for the last time Brody is not a male prostitute, and second it's…um I don't think the baby is actually his either. Truth be told I am fairly certain that he is not the father as we have never had unprotected sex, and even taking into account the fallibility rate of prophylactics, I am too far along for it to have been Brody; so no need to worry San, no baby Brochel."

The silence goes on for so long that I finally muster up the courage to meet my newest roommates gaze to see her gaping at me like a fish; if I were not so worried about what I am going to have to tell everyone I would laugh. A soft murmur of her name and a gentle squeeze to her knee finally breaks her trance.

"Ehem…right, sorry. So just to clarify, no future Min Finns or Baby Bro's to fear as there is an unnamed third bachelor behind door number three? Wait it was consensual right? Because I will ends the Broadway fairy with his own tights if he-" Holy crap! I haven't witnessed her rage like this since Rick "the Stick" called Brittney retarded back in freshman year; he absolutely had those broken pelvic and tail bones coming though.

"San! SAN! No, God no! I was not raped; it was consensual so just calm down alright? And before you ask yes I do know exactly who it was if I am in fact pregnant, however your protective concern is noted and greatly appreciated. Also the term bachelorette would be more appropriate…" I can't help but trail off at the end of that revelation and find myself bearing witness to a slightly more hostile silence. 'Just great, this is going to be a fun-'

"Okay…so yea, I'm gonna need you to explain that one to me because this sounds about as likely an IHTF* pregnancy and I ain't Finnocence. Best remember who you be speakin' to Berry, I'm a doctors kid same as you."

"I am well aware of that Santana, and you would do well to remember that just as you are not Finn, I am not a terrified and panicking fifteen year old girl who has virtually no support system and every reason to lie." The huff and eye roll I am met with are not a surprise. *Sigh* "She is intersexed; technically speaking I know she would usually be classified as hermaphroditic as she has both sets of reproductive organs and is...fully functional so to speak. However her chromosomes are XX so intersexed is a more appropriate term; incidentally that means that if I am in fact with child then it could only be with a girl. Oh my goodness I might have a daughter." At this realization I cannot stop the small smile that graces my lips before I remember the last words spoken between myself and the potential mother of my child. 'Oh God, she's must hate me.'

I can tell that Santana is really trying to let this information sink in and think through the possible repercussions of what I just told her without freaking out on me, much like I have been trying to do since the first test showed a plus sign; Funny Girl audition and chance of a lifetime to star as Fanny Brice? Yea, that's not happening anymore. Staying at the top of my class, and being the pride and joy of NYADA? Not so much, not to mention how my father's will react when they find out, they still don't know about me and Finn senior year much less Finn, Brody and the woman from the cruise. In all honesty I'll be lucky if I don't get kicked out of school, not to mention be able to find a full time job to keep up my share of the rent…

"Ehem, sooooooo does this Baby Dama have a name?"

"Baby dama?"

"It's an amalgamation of Baby Daddy and Baby Mama, now quit stalling."

"Her name is Quinn Fabray."

TBC.