A/N - I feel kind of cheated! I've had this in the works for quite some time, and all of the sudden I see like 3-4 fics where Santana is or gets pregnant. I thought the idea would be ultimate irony... And challenging to write. As a mother I know how much your perceptions of the world can change once you have a child/become pregnant... I thought it'd be interesting to see how it would change for Santana, how a pregnancy would affect her relationships, with Quinn and Brittany especially. She's such a ... well. Bitch. Which is where the challenge comes in. Now I have a lot written but really so much could be done with this story... I am stuck on where to go really. So I thought I'd post up the story and get some opinions... If someone has spare time and feels like being my sounding board, PLEASE let me know. I have some major ideas but can't decide on the direction. Anyway, read on and let me know what you think!

Despite what everyone thought, Santana couldn't speak, read, write, or understand any Spanish beyond "Hola", "adios", "si" and "una vez mas". Her parents didn't even speak Spanish, save for terms of endearment and when they yelled at her and her brothers. Seriously, since when does having the last name Lopez mean you automatically are Spanish speaking? Hell didn't J. Lo only learn it to play Selena? Who, by the way, also only learned it to be more "Mexican". The whole thing was a fallacy. Which is why she rolled her eyes and closed her Spanish book as people scrambled to pick partners for their newest assignment, something about what they planned to do over spring break. To be written, of course, completely in Spanish. She grumbled to herself and shoved the book in her bag, since she already had no clue what was going on. Of course, no one would dare ask to be her partner, so she was safe there. Brittany was always her partner, in any of their classes. The tall blonde practically skipped over to Santana's table, and beamed her a huge smile.

"Hey partner!" Brittany said brightly. Santana pushed her desk partner's crap onto the floor to make room for her friend. Any irritation she felt towards the class and language in general sort of melted away when Brittany sat down, her giant smile still plastered on her face. It was hard to be angry when that face was around.

"Hey Britt. Why are you so happy?" Santana dug out a nail file from her bag and began to groom herself, idly paying attention to the task at hand, as normal. She felt sick, and was trying to distract herself from that. She'd been feeling off for the past couple of weeks, but was ignoring her symptoms as best as she could, too busy with Glee Club and Cheerios practice to take the time to care for her health all too much. As long as she could cheer, sing, and dance, she knew she'd be fine anyway. Brittany sat down beside her and continued to smile happily.

"It's Glee Club day!" Brittany chirped in reply. Santana scowled and looked at Brittany sideways.

"You don't have to be so obviously in geek-love with it," she retorted crossly. Seeing Brittany's crestfallen face, she sighed and checked herself, as she so often did when talking to Brittany. It was too easy to upset her, and Santana often forgot Brittany was one of the few people she didn't like to upset. She hooked her pinky with her friend's and smiled at her. "I'm happy we're going to rehearsal too," she admitted, in a voice too low for anyone else to hear. She only once told anyone besides Brittany that she enjoyed the Glee Club. And she did, when it wasn't full of loser-centric drama she didn't care anything about. She gave Brittany a subtle smile and wrinkled her nose. Brittany's grin returned full force, wider than before.

"I thought you might be in a bad mood. I'm glad you're not."

"No, I'm not in a bad mood, Britt," Santana reassured her. "I've just been feeling under the weather lately." Brittany stared back at her with a confused face. "I mean I don't feel well," she added quickly, before she had to explain that turn of phrase in too great of detail. Brittany's confusion became concern.

"I noticed you have been taking even more trips to the girls' bathroom than you normally do, even more than to skip classes. Does your tummy hurt?" she asked, placing a hand on Santana's stomach, as if she could feel if the other girl was in pain. Santana layed her hand over Brittany's hand on her own belly and nodded.

"A little. It's more of a throw-up feeling." When Brittany frowned at this news, Santana wrapped her hand around Brittany's and drew it away from her stomach. "It's not that serious though."

"I remember when Quinn would throw up all of the time," Brittany said slowly, the wheels turning in her head.

"That was morning sickness, sweetie," Santana assured her. She only used cutsie names for Brittany; she was the only one deserving.

"Maybe you're pregnant!" Brittany squealed, loud enough for practically everyone in class to hear her, including Mr. Shue. Strike that "deserving" comment, apparently. Santana would have blushed if she hadn't spent the last two years perfecting her cool.

"BRITTANY!" she hissed, grabbing her friends wrist and yanking her arm lightly to get her to shut up. She glared around the room at anyone who was looking at her because of the outburst. They all turned back to their work immediately, their curiousity overwhelmed by their absolute fear of Santana. "Do you have something to say Free Willy?" she spat at a plus size girl who was stupid enough to not look away as fast as the others did. The girl grimaced and turned around, pretending to read out of her Spanish book. Santana winced inwardly; she knew that was cruel, even for her. Mr. Shue shot her a "Behave" look before going to help a student with the assignment. Santana looked at Brittany with muted disdain. "I'm not pregnant," she whispered furiously. "Don't even say that. Look at what happened to Quinn as soon as everyone realized she was carrying her parasite." The meer thought of such a fate befalling her made her want to puke right then and there. Brittany looked hurt but also like she was about to say something else.

"What do you..."

"She's a flippin' pariah now! No one speaks to her. The nerds SLUSHIED her, for God's sake!" Santana said, maintaining her low but harsh whisper. She wanted to squash this and now, before Brittany said anything to anyone else. That was the last thing she needed, was people thinking that she was pregnant.

"Oh. Okay... I'm sorry," Brittany said softly, her eyes downcast. Santana knew she was being harsh but she felt she had to be, at least in this instance. She was about to reiterate the fact that she wasn't pregnant when the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Sighing, she decided she'd made her point well enough not to continue berating her friend. She brushed Brittany's arm with the back of her fingers and gave her a smile.

"Come on, let's go grab something to eat before Glee Club." Brittany still looked a little unsure, so Santana stood up and stooped down to touch noses with her. "My treat!" At this Brittany perked up considerably.

"Dairy Queen!"

Neither girl was able to drive yet (Santana never bothered to study for the test and Brittany... well) so they walked off campus and down 33rd Street to the Dairy Queen. They wolfed down small vanilla and chocolate twist cones, not savoring it as they should have probably. Ice cream, or any junk food really, was a rare treat for them, seeing as they had to stay in tip top shape for the Cheerios. A few minutes after throwing her napkin in the trash can, Santana felt ill again. This time was a little different than before, and she knew her stomach meant it's threats now.

"Britt, I gotta..." she started to say, but dashed off into the bathroom mid-sentence, Cheerio's skirt flipping up slightly in her rush. She was aware someone else was in the bathroom as she heaved into the public restroom's toilet, but right now she didn't care. She puked until there was nothing coming up, until her abs burned slightly from the effort. When it was over, she quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and flushed the toilet. "Gross." She opened the stall door and a familiar voice greeted her.

"Hey Santana. Having fun I see." Quinn was standing at the sinks, drying off her hands with a papertowel. Her belly was far too big to even attempt to hide now, although Santana felt that Quinn might be secure enough with the pregnancy not to try.

"Watch it, Tubbers," Santana growled. Quinn rolled her eyes and tossed her papertowel in the garbage.

"Get over yourself, Santana," the pregnant girl told her. Seeing the situation she had been found in Santana considered Quinn's statement and dropped her death stare. She began to wash her hands in the sink.

"I'm really grouchy lately," she said half heartedly in explaination. "What are you up to? I don't see you trolling Dairy Queen that often." Quinn raised an eyebrow at her and made a "Hmm" sound, as if she wanted to talk about something else.

"All the baby wants is Oreo Blizzards," she said with half a laugh. The two hadn't been at ease with each other in ages, ever since Quinn was kicked off the Cheerios. It was slightly awkward to be making banter, especially since they were standing in the bathroom Santana had just lost her lunch and ice cream cone in. Santana gave a sort of chuckle.

"How much longer until that thing pops out?" she asked, now wiping her mouth and face off, glancing at Quinn and her baby bump in the mirror. Quinn held a hand on top of her stomach and bit her lip in thought.

"Two more weeks. Maybe sooner."

"Ah," Santana commented, now ready to leave the bathroom. She hesitated, waiting for Quinn to say something else or follow her. But the other girl made no moves. She just stared at Santana, scrutinizing her.

"What about you?" she asked slowly.

"What about me what?" Santana shot back. The queasy feeling returned, but she knew it was her nerves this time and not her stomach.

"Santana..." Quinn began, pausing with uncertainty in how to continue on with the conversation. She shook her head and smiled instead. "Nothing. Let's get out of here, some girl upchucked and the smell is making my head hurt," she said with a hint of a tease. The two girls exited the bathroom and joined up with Brittany, who looked at Santana worriedly.

"Are you okay? Is your tummy sick again?" she asked, and Santana knew she was restraining herself from reaching out and touching her stomach just to find out for herself.

"I'm fine," Santana told her, taking her hand and squeezing it. She hated for Brittany to worry, it just didn't suit her well at all. And Brittany cared far too much about other people, at least in Santana's opinion. Brittany seemed to notice Quinn standing there all of the sudden.

"Hi Quinn!" she said brightly, and then she cast a sideways glance at Santana, as if to make sure it was okay to talk to Quinn.

"Hey Brittany." Santana gave a barely noticeable nod and Brittany took Quinn's hand with her free one. Linked with her two best friends, she beamed.

"Let's walk back to school together. We're going to be late for Glee Club." No one commented on Brittany's statement, they just went along with her, the two other girls allowing themselves to be lead all the way back to McKinley High School.

When they reached the auditorium, it seemed the day's meeting was already well underway. The guys were standing off to one side arguing, and the girls to another, and Mr. Shue was in the middle, waving his hands around in what seemed like an attempt to restore order. Rachel saw them walk in and threw her hands in the air, taking a few steps towards them.

"Finally! I am getting extremely exhausted of always waiting on you stragglers to get practice under way!" she exclaimed, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

"If all you're doing is waiting how can you be exhausted?" Finn asked, truly perplexed.

"Keeping this talent from bursting forth by waiting is a tiring effort!" Rachel explained. Mercedes rolled her eyes at Rachel and waved at them.

"Hey Quinn, hey Brittany! Come on, we're going to start with "Beautiful Liar"." Santana's feelings weren't hurt by Mercedes not greeting her. Ever since that Puck thing they weren't exactly speaking. They warmed up and each member took their place on the stage. Just as she was about to start singing, it happened again. She barfed. Right on stage. In front of the entire Glee Club.

"Are you serious!" Artie yelled, rolling himself backwards from the carnage.

"Santana, that's just nasty," Mike said, crinkling his nose in disgust. Tina stood by horrified, so did the rest of the Glee Club except for Quinn and Brittany. Brittany promptly threw up also (albeit into Kurt's hat) and Quinn rushed to Santana's side, as fast as she could manage to get across the stage by waddling.

"Are you okay?" she asked Santana, her voice full of concern. She placed her hand on Santana's back as she hurled again.

"This is quite possibly the worst day of my life," Kurt said in complete horror, holding his hat that now contained Brittany puke and staring at Santana puking again. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes to keep the offending image out. "Most definitely the worst day of my life."

"Word," agreed Puck.

"Guys just stop it," Mr. Shue said, coming up on stage and dodging the mess on the stage floor. "Santana, you need to go home. Matt, go get a janitor... Now...". Matt ran off quickly; there was no need to tell him to get the heck out of there and fast. Santana looked as if she might go again and Mr. Shue stepped back slightly. "Whoa!"

"Sorry, Mr. Shue," Santana said weakly, allowing Quinn to hold her hand. "I'm not sure what's wrong with me..." She looked tired and pale, very unlike the vivacious and livewire Santana they saw every day. It made everyone even more uneasy, although they couldn't possibly be more grossed out. Quinn put her arm around Santana's shoulders and started to lead her off of the stage. Brittany regained her composure, and after a simple apology to Kurt about his hat, followed the other two girls out of the auditorium and out of the front doors of the school.