Well, Shit.
That was the first thing that came to her mind as she stared at the little blue plus sign that was seemingly mocking her. She reached into the nearest trashcan to retrieve the box she had thrown away in her rush to pee on the stick that now holds the answer to the frightening question she had been asking herself for the last week. As she double-checked the box a second thought came to her.
I am so fucked! I Santana Lopez am so thoroughly and irrevocably fucked it is not even funny.
She felt like she was going to throw up or pass out, or both at the same time, so she made her way across her spacious en-suite bathroom and got into her empty tub. This act had been a source of comfort for her when she got stressed. Being enclosed in a small open space, even though the tub was anything but small, made her feel a sense of security. The last time she sat in this empty tub was when she found out her grandmother had died.
Flashback
Alma Lopez had been battling cancer for as long as Santana could remember, but she knew Alma wouldn't give up easy. So when Santana had come home from a perfect date one night and walked into her living room with her mother crying and her father with a solemn look on her face she had known right away what had happened. After trying her best to comfort her mother she asked to be excused up to her room. Once she got there she went into the bathroom and closed the door as to stifle the sobs that she could already feel coming on.
Santana was as tough as they came. She always seemed cool and collected, except for when she occasionally lost to her "Lima Heights Rage". She hadn't cried in front of anyone since an eight year old Rick the Stick threw a cherry slushie in her face and proceeded to say "Oops, I should've asked if they had guacamole flavored, my bad chica". When Alma picked her up from school that day and immediately noticed Santana's stained clothing she vowed to make sure that would never happen to granddaughter again. The mental condition Alma put Santana through should have been sold to the US Army in order to make their soldiers incapable of being cracked by the enemy.
Santana became emotionally closed off from everyone except for one person, and that's who she called when she was finding it hard to breathe from crying to hard, her boyfriend. He was the only one that had been able to break down those walls Alma had worked so strongly to put up. Most people didn't get his kooky ways, but Santana did and she loved everything about him.
So when she heard gentle tapping on her bathroom door she knew she wouldn't have to respond. Her love always waited ten seconds to enter a door after not receiving a response. Santana was so focused on getting her breathing under control that she didn't even see her boyfriend enter. She felt warm hands pushing her to scoot forward in the tub and soon felt herself being encompassed from the most heart felt and tender hug that she had ever experienced. She scooted back into him as he whispered soothing things into her ear. She knew in that moment that she couldn't get through this tragic time without him their to hold her.
End Flashback
As she recalled that horrible night that took place a little over a year ago she found herself smiling at the fact that she had someone as wonderful as her boyfriend. He had been there throughout the whole process, from the wake to the funeral, much to her fathers objections, to visiting Alma's gave every last Tuesday of each month with her family. Dr. Alfonso Lopez was one of the many skeptics to his only childs relationship with the dim-witted yet overly bubbly boy from across town. He felt his Santana could do better, and prayed that she would break it off with the boy who didn't have a future bright enough to meet the Doctors standards.
Santana was well of her father's disapproval of her boyfriend, but she could care less. Santana was never one to listen to her father anyways, her growing stack of detention slips was proof of that enough. She loved her boyfriend with all her heart and that was only cemented in hard times in her life when he was there to hold her in an empty boyfriend. A small smile pulled at her lips as she thought about him.
She jumped when she heard her cell phone start to loudly vibrate on the ledge of the spotless porcelain tub edge. She smiled when she picked it up and read the caller i.d., but then realization suddenly hit her.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Her boyfriend of three years and newly named baby-daddy was on the other end of that phone call. Santana knew that if she answered it he would sense something was wrong. He always knew, she loved that about him, but right now it seemed more like a damn curse! She also knew that if she didn't answer the call she would be raising suspicion. Its not that there was a lack of trust between them, but they knew each others schedules and never ignored one another's calls. Santana decided she had been around Berry enough to pick up on some of her acting skills.
Be calm Santana, just breathe and be calm. Maybe you can fool him….
Ha, Fat chance!
Oh for fucks sakes, answer the damn phone you fucking pansy!
After taking a deep breath she tapped the accept button and bit the metaphorical bullet.
"Hey Brett…"
