A/N: Hey! I'm Emmy, and I started writing fics, like, today. So I hope this is good, and please review, it would be a big help!
Santana stared at the little stick in her hand.
She should have said something, when he didn't pull a small, square-shaped package out of his wallet or his pants. But in the heat of the moment, and because her mouth was blocked by his, she didn't. And it was the biggest mistake she had ever made.
She was pregnant.
And not just with some random guy's baby, that would have been a lot easier.
She was carrying the child of the person she loathed more than anyone.
Santana was pulled out of her thoughts by her mom, calling from downstairs. "Sweetheart! Quinn's at the door! Should I send her upstairs?"
She didn't reply, wanting to hide the shock in her voice.
Santana had completely forgotten that she had invited her best friend over for a girls night. Even though all she really wanted to do was cry on her bed alone, she couldn't just send Quinn home now.
She looked at the pregnancy test one more time, just to be sure, and then put it down and exited her bathroom.
Quinn was already sitting on her bed, and smiled when Santana walked into the room.
"Hey!" she said excitedly, while she stood up and hugged her. Santana didn't hug back. She just stood there, tears still pooling in her eyes.
Quinn backed out of the hug and looked at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
Then Santana burst. She fell into her friends arms, and sobbed hysterically, tears finally streaming down her face. Quinn jumped a little, but then just held her tight, letting her best friend cry into her shoulder. "Shh," she soothed. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay."
A few minutes later, when Santana was done crying into Quinn's shirt, they sat down on the bed slowly. "Okay," Quinn began, "do you want to tell me what happened?"
Santana stood up and walked into the bedroom. She came back with a small object that Quinn recognized immediately. She took it, and looked at the two little lines on the test.
"Oh, honey."
Santana finally opened her mouth. "I just found out."
"But… you're-" "A lesbian? With Brittany?" Santana interrupted.
"Smart," Quinn finished. "And those other things, too, but I of all people don't really feel like I have the right to lecture you about cheating."
Santana nodded.
"Who is he?" That was the question Santana had wanted to avoid.
"You don't wanna know."
"Yes I do," Quinn said. "I really do. Even though he's an annoying ass, I couldn't have gotten through my nine months without Puck."
"You don't think I can get through this without him?" Santana snapped. "You don't think I'm strong enough?"
"No," Quinn responded calmly. That shut Santana up. "No one is."
Santana sighed. "Fine. It's Sebastian, okay?"
Quinn raised her eyebrows at her.
"Don't look at me like that, I know, he's gay." Santana rolled her eyes.
"No, it's just… you hate him." "I think that's sort of why it happened."
"Oh." They sat in comfortable silence for a while. A minute later, Quinn spoke up. "You have to tell him, at least." "I know," Santana said.
After that, they made a plan to go to the Lima Bean the next day to see if he was there.