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It was a normal Friday moring in Ohio. First period was always a drag. As was thith period. The day always went slow when the weekend was so close. Quinn Fabray, X-captain of the Cheerios, had to stay after school to catch up on some homework in the library. Once she finally finnished, she went to her locker to drop of her books and then went out to the parking lot. As she got into the car, something caught her eye. She saw santanas car in the corner by the tennis courts. She peered in some, squinting as the January evening began to approach, to see if she was in there. Suddenly, she saw someone move. Quinn got out her car, and walked over to see her.
Santana was sitting motionless in her red Mercedes Benz, which her dad brought her for sweet sixteen, staring out into the gloomy sky. She jumped as Quinn tapped on the window. Santana rolled the glass down, but didn't say anything, she just carried on staring. "Um, hey. Are you waiting for someone?" Quinn asked, confused. Santana didn't answer, she just shook her hear slowly. "Then, er, what are you doing?" Still no reply. "Fine then. See you tomorrow." Quinn muttered, annoyed that she was being ignored by one of her best friends.
"No," Santana called to quinn, who was already on the way back to her car. "Don't go." Her voice seemed quieter than usual, and kind of weird.
"Ok.." Quinn said slowly. She walked back to the car and got in the passenger side. "So, what's up?"
Santana opened her mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out. Quinn looked down to see her hands shaking. "Santana, whats wrong? Seriously!" With that, Santana collapsed in Quinns arms, and began to cry.
Quinn was in shock. Santana? Crying? She only ever saw that when Coach Sylvester was fired from the school, and the cheer squad was cancled! "Shh, don't cry. It will be alrite! Did you break up with Puck or something?"
Suddenly, Santana spoke. "No, it isn't that. Look, don't worry about me, I'l be fine. Honest!" She was still crying, tears falling onto her white blouse.
"No, I do worry! Please tell me, I might be able to help." Quinn insisted. Santana stared back out the window, into the dark, cloudy sky, and then looked back at her friend.
"I...I'm..." she stopped and looked down at her stomach. Quinn froze. She didn't know what to say. "Really? Are you... are you sure?"
Santana didn't say anything, she just nodded her head. "Are you going to get it, you know... aborted?" Quinn asked, terrified for her friend. "Yes." she nodded quietly. If there was one thing that Quinn hated, it was abortions. Which explains why she didn't abort baby Beth. Why would someone do that kind of thing to a living being? It discusted her. But, what ever her friend wanted to do, was ok with her.
There was one thing Quinn was itching to know. "Who is the father?" she asked, hesitating.
Santana whipped yet another tear, and slowly answered. "Puck."
Damn him, Quinn thought. He's already the father of my child, now he's put himself in for another litter. Whats wrong with him? "Ok, so when is the abortion?"
"Tomorrow. I need to do it now." She had calmed down a little now, but she still wasn't good.
"Who's gonna take you? I mean, you can't drive home after. It isn't safe."
Santana shrugged. "I didn't think of that. My parents don't know. Neither does Puck. You're the only one."
"Oh. Well, I'l take you, I'l come to pick you up from yours in the morning." Quinn suggested, whipping another tear. Santana forced a smile and squeezed Quinns hand.
Quinn couldn't stand seeing Santana like this. It just wasn't right! She was usually the one MAKING people cry! But that wasn't the issue. The issue was Santana and her baby. By now, the girls were on their way back to Santanas house. Quinn left her car at school, to drive Santana home, as she was too shaky to drive. When they pulled up at the garrage door, Santana froze. Quinn waited a few minutes before she moved. "I can't. I can't go in right now, they will think somethings up." She worried.
"Ok, erm...you can stay at mine tonight. Just go in and get you're things, I'l be right outside. Just tell your mom we're having a movie night or something." Reasured Quinn.
"Yeah, please, I'l be back in five," Santana said, a little more happy. "Wait," she added, "Wont your mom notice something? Because I started getting sick yesturday."
Quinn hadn't thought of that. What could she do now? Then she remembered. "Oh, my Mom is staying round her sisters tonight, their going out to some party or something. Shes not coming back til tomorrow lunch."
"But wont you mind? I mean, throwing up...kinda grosses most people out?"Quinn shook her head and smiled weakly."Trust me, morning sickness, NOTHING new to me."
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