A/N: This is my first story, I plan to upload a new chapter every 3 days, 2 days if possible. Please review! Positive and negative reviews are both welcome, hope you enjoy :)
(Santana)
The music blared, my ears ached and with a pure repugnant sight my glass plummeted to the ground like a bomb, it shattered everywhere along the smooth oak flooring, what was he doing? Why? And then my heart exploded…
"Puck!, What are you doing with her?" I yelped with sudden anger, I felt warm tears roll down my cheek as I spoke, but I am not going down without a fight, I am Santana.
"I'm kissing her that's what I'm doing, we're not together anymore Santana, face it were over" Puck said adamantly, he didn't seem the slightest bit upset about the break up, typical Puck.
"We split up two days ago, and you're already making out with Quinn, Do you not think I still have feelings for you?" I tried to wipe away the tears that were now covering my face.
"I'm sorry San, but I'm in love with Quinn, I always have been… We have a daughter together" Quinn gave a devilish smirk and leaned in closer to puck.
"Please puck! I love you…"I said desperately
"Santana I love Quinn, I've told you" Puck retorted
"Wait! Puck I'm pregnant!" I shrieked hesitantly
Pucks face didn't even flinch; he thinks I'm a lying… but I'm telling the truth. The room was silent, the music stopped and so did everyone else, everyone had heard, all eyes on me, I have revealed my biggest secret…
"No! She's a liar! Don't listen to her puck!" hissed Quinn
"Santana just go away!" Snapped Puck, turning his head and walking away, he didn't believe me.
I picked up my bag and headed for the door, this was the walk of shame.
I am running, running in the night's breeze with the moonlight shining down on me like a spotlight, I am the centre of my own attention; this was my time to think. Why does puck not believe me? Does he not remember that night of passion and love? Well I certainly do and I will not be taken for as a liar, I am anything but a liar… I am Santana Lopez and I am pregnant with Noah Puckermans baby and I am keeping it.
"Keep running" I whispered to myself
People are watching me I can feel it, I feel there eyes scrutinizing me... No Santana stop being paranoid, no one is watching you. but someone began to shout.
"Santana wait! Is it true? Is it true you're pregnant?" Brittany shouted, heavily panting trying to keep up with me.
I carried on running as fast as I could, the ground was rough and muddy and my legs were beginning to ache with pure vengeance.
"Santana please wait! I just want to chat!"
I stopped abruptly, the pain in my leg eased "I knew someone was watching me! I didn't think it would be you though, just leave me alone!" I screamed
"Santana I wasn't watching you, I've been trying to catch up with you ever since you ran out of the party, but your just such a fast runner that it was impossible for me to catch up" Brittany retorted in a panic
"Brittany, you don't understand what I'm going through, I just want to be left alone" I insisted, clenching up my fists
"Santana!" She grabbed me by my shoulders "Then tell me what your going through and I can help"
"Fine" I let out a long breathe "I'm, I'm... Brittany can we go to your house? Ill tell you there, I'm just a bit cold out here and the noise of the party down the road is annoying me.
"Sure" Brittany grasped hold of my hand "Brittany I want you to know your my best friend"
"Thank you" I held onto Brittany's hand harder "Your my best friend too" I said with pure emotion
Me and Brittany walked hand in hand all the way back to Brittany's house, and for some reason it felt good.
We arrived at Brittany's after a long but enjoyable walk , I unclenched her hand and gazed up towards the house in front of me, It was massive.
"Oh my god your house is gigantic! Brittany how could your parents afford this?" I squeaked excitedly
"Well my mum is a doctor and my dad is a banker, they earn lots of money" Brittany said boastfully
"I wish I had a house like yours... I live in a horrid apartment" I Said feeling sorry for my myself
"Don't worry your apartment is lovely, come in"
Brittany opened the door and my mind melted, her house was gorgeous... Was I dreaming? I walked through the large arched door and into a grand hall filled with ancient paintings on every piece of every wall, It was magnificent. The floor was made from marble slabs, my shoes slipped as I sashayed along it, this room had been clean to perfection. I looked up to see a ceiling that was never ending, it was so high up but so amazing, In the middle of the ceiling there was a rounded window where I could see the moon shining brightly, it was beautiful. I Wish I could stand here for hours.
"Hello, Santana?" Brittany was waving her hand in my face "Santana are you there?"
"Sorry... Erm... I'm just so amazed by your house, I cant stop staring at everything"
"Haha, its not that amazing, Come into the kitchen I'll make you a coffee, you need it" Uttered Brittany
Brittany took the lead and I followed her into the kitchen, once again I was amazed by the size and magnificence of the room but I kept my excitement in for Brittany's sake.
Brittany switched the kettle on "You look cold San, would you like a jacket? I have a few spares"
"No thank you, I'm sure the coffee will warm me up"
"Okay, go sit down on one of the chairs by the table, I'll bring your coffee over in a minute" ordered Brittany kindly
"Okay... Can I just say your kitchen is.." I was cut mid sentence
"Don't mention it. Here's your coffee, drink up" Brittany gently handed me the coffee
"Thanks Brit"
I sipped the coffee, the warm liquid circled my mouth and I felt my body warmed up in an instance... I swallowed it down without even taking a breath, I needed that coffee dearly.
"Wow, San you downed that straight down, do you want another one?" Brittany requested
"No thank you, I was so thirsty... Thanks again Brittany"
"No problem, So are you gonna tell me about these Pregnancy accusations? wondered Brittany
"There not accusations! I'm seriously pregnant Brittany!" I retorted
"Okay I'm sorry I believe you, so what are you gonna do? are you keeping it?" Brittany was craving information
"Of course I'm keeping it, I couldn't kill my own baby... 8 months from now, she or he will be cradled in my arms, whaling for food or comfort. The thought of it makes me happy, but I'm scared Brittany" I Admitted
"Santana, do whatever makes you happy, I will support you all the way" Brittany replied
"Thanks Brittany, your words mean a lot" I felt a single tear drop from my eye
"Oh San, don't cry" Brittany opened up her arms "Give me a hug" Brit insisted
I opened up my arms and wrapped them around around her... we were interlocked in a singular hug for about 5 minutes, until Brittany slowly released and wiped the tears away from my eyes.