It's pretty AU but I've been wanting to write something like this for a while. Leave comments and prompts and stuff :)
Part 1
The doctor's waiting room has always creeped Santana out; the off white walls, the weird magazines, the uncomfortable chairs. She's almost starting to regret coming but then she remembered the look on Rachel's face back at the loft and then Santana feels the small knot in her stomach again. Berry can't be pregnant…I mean, okay she can be if she really needs to be technical. But come on, it's Rachel Berry for Christ's sake.
Santana didn't exactly know what she was expecting when she decided to move to New York but holding Rachel Berry's hand through a pregnancy scare wasn't exactly a part of the glamorous and glitzy picture she wants to paint for herself. I mean, sure they've gotten much closer in the last few months, maybe a lot closer than Santana cares to admit, but she still vaguely remembers the annoying little Yentl she would have been delighted to strangle just 3 years ago. So the fact that she's sitting in a doctor's office right now, waiting forRachel Berry to find out whether she's carrying Plastic Man's baby or not and actually being quite concerned to the point of vomiting…that fact, is pretty surreal to Santana.
She didn't even realize she was staring at the door until it starts to open and Rachel walks out and at first, Santana can't seem to read the look on her friend's face until Rachel looks up and her eyes just don't look the same as they did before walking into the room behind that door.
"So?" Maybe it sounds too casual or insensitive or whatever, but it's all Santana can muster and before her brain catches on to what's actually happening, Rachel covers her face with her hands and Santana is on her feet wrapping her arms around her friend while she clings and sobs into her favorite sweater.
….
She's not going to scream. Because she understands the situation at hand and she's not going to yell and unleash Snixx on a pregnant woman. \Nope, she's not going to scream.
"But you just said that you wanted a bacon cheeseburger." Santana grinds her teeth as she slides the loft door close for the third time because Rachel can't seem to make up her mind on what she wants for dinner and Kurt is back at Vogue for the night so she gets to do the delightful duty of staying with anextremely hormonal Rachel Berry for the third night in a row.
Rachel leans her head back onto the back of the couch for a second before glancing back at a very unimpressed Santana holding a greasy bag of burgers and fries.
"It's not me that wants the bacon cheeseburger, Santana, I'm still vegan." She says and Santana has to count to ten one more time to even take another step closer to the couch, "It's this thing," she points to her middle, "that wants that. I'm not hungry anymore."
It takes every ounce of self-control and patience she didn't even know she had for Santana to let out a long sigh and sit next to her friend before dropping the bag of food onto the coffee table in front of them.
"The baby," she emphasizes as she points at Rachel's barely visible bump, "is going to be making a lot of your food choices for the next nine months, Berry." She says and Rachel leans her head back on the couch again and closes her eyes, "And I know you're hungry, so just eat."
"Santana I can't eat meat…" Rachel says lifting her head and seeing Santana pull out a wrapped up burger from the bag, "I want to at least try and stay true to staying vegan."
Santana holds the burger in front of her anyway, "It's veggie." She says with a small smile, "no cheese with fried tofu, so just pretend it's bacon."
Rachel kind of just stares at her for a second and then covers her face with her hands and starts crying. Santana doesn't even flinch when she immediately wraps around Rachel's shoulders and the girl buries her face into Santana's neck.
"What's the matter?" Santana asks and she's fighting to roll her eyes at the big ball of hormones that's sitting next to her.
"I'm pregnant." Rachel manages to choke out and even through the sobs, Santana hears the realization in Rachel's voice and she lets out a sigh because she's been wondering when this was going to happen.
It's been three weeks and since then, the technicalities have been sorted out…well, for the most part. First, telling Brody; and in spite of how Santana and Kurt feel about the Boy Made of Plastic, they agreed it just wouldn't be right keeping this sort of thing from the guy who is half responsible (100% if you ask Santana because, well, don't fuck with her friends) for the current mess they're in. Brody gave the whole "can't mess up my chances, think about our future, Rach"speech and that was that. Secondly, Rachel is keeping the baby. There wasn't even a chance in any corner of hell that there was another option, with or without Brody and Santana remembers letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding when Rachel announced her decision.
So yeah, Rachel's been fine for the most part, but if there's anything that Santana's learned about Rachel, it's that the chick can't bottle up anything for too long. Truthfully, Santana is surprised that the jolt of it all is just finally surfacing.
"I'm pregnant, Santana." Rachel says again after she finally calms down enough to speak clearly again, "How am I supposed to do this on my own?"
Santana pulls away just enough to hold her friend by the shoulders, "Who said you have to do this on your own?"
Rachel wipes away the tears streaming down her face with her sleeve and Santana places a small kiss on the side of the girl's head before wrapping both arms around her again. "We're not going anywhere, Rach." She's never called Rachel that before and even if it's just shortening a name, it's a term of endearment and Santana tries to ignore the weird feeling at the pit of her stomach, "I promise I won't ever let you do this alone."
And with that, she feels Rachel's shoulders relax a little and she hears a small "Thanks, Santana" before they pull away and Santana hands Rachel her burger again, and they eat while Santana pushes aside a feeling that just seems way too familiar but not at all comfortable.