Five minutes left. No way. No. This wasn't happening. In five minutes, she would look down and see a negative sign. It was perfectly normal to miss a period every now and then. As for the barfing, she must just have food poisoning.
Four minutes. She had been careful. Two kinds of protection. No way. She was fine. She was Santana Lopez, not that slut, Quinn. Quinn got pregnant. Not her. Not Santana.
Three. And what if she was pregnant? Would she keep it? Go through with the pregnancy and give it up? Or would she kill it? No. She was a bitch, but not enough to kill an innocent baby.
Two minutes left. And more importantly, how would she tell the dad? He was with Lauren now, he wouldn't want her. She wasn't Quinn; she wasn't the kind of girl you stood by when they got knocked up. She wasn't perfect and cute and blonde.
60 seconds. And she knew perfectly well that it must be Puck's. He was the only guy she'd been with this school year. She had made a commitment, of sorts. He was the only one… and he didn't want anything to do with her.
*BUZZZ! *
Sighing, Santana looked down.
Positive.