Let's just get this straight, as of now Brittany and Santana are, what I'd like to call, 'best friends with benefits'. Brittany lost her virginity to Santana at the tender age of fifteen. She always knew she had a crush on Santana. Ever since the eighth grade, she knew she liked Santana. And she was completely and utterly out of the closet. As for Santana, well that's a completely different story. She's proud of, what Brittany internally thinks, living her one and only life as a complete 'lie'. But she'd never admit that out loud.

Last thing you need to know is Brittany definitely wears the pants in the relationship.

2 months earlier...

"San," Brittany said before unbuttoning her belt. She hovered over Santana, trying not to go to fast.

"What?" She asked, growing impatient. Santana held herself up by leaning back on her arms. She locked eyes with the blonde above her, almost completely getting lost in her deep, blue eyes. She leaned up and pushed Brittany's letterman jacket off. She kissed Brittany on the lips before letting her speak.

"I don't have a condom," the blonde whispered, almost embarrassed by the fact. Santana rolled her eyes inwardly, but was too aroused not to proceed. She shook her head and leaned up closer to Brittany

"It'll be fine," Santana smirked, kissing Brittany. "Just take it straight out," Santana's grin grew bigger as she unzipped Brittany's jeans. She pulled Brittany down on top of her...

It had been months since they had done it. Once it was done, it was mentioned no more. They separated the next day. Brittany had thought that Santana went back to Puck every time they had sex. But although Santana would never tell anyone, she hadn't had sex with anyone else apart from Brittany. Any time she got too close to having sex with anyone else, she saw Brittany's blue eyes and immediately stopped.

Santana knew they had made a mistake once they had had done it. Especially when she had become violently ill a little under a month later. She didn't tell anyone, people would get suspicious and she would be looked down on. Plus it was her senior year, she wanted to start the year off good, not pregnant.

She walked down the hall after her Math class, her arms crossed across her chest. Maybe it's just a stomach bug she thought. But it was slightly convenient that her period was also a few weeks late. And she just so happened to be randomly gaining more weight than usual. Lucky for her, Sue Sylvester hadn't noticed the weight gain.

She hadn't told Brittany that she had thrown up every morning that week. She had just told her she had the flu and that's why she was so pale, thank god for her acting skills. If she was being honest, she knew that Brittany probably wouldn't know any better.

The sound of Brittany's voice took Santana out of her daze "San," she clicked her fingers in the Latina's face. Santana looked up from her locker to meet Brittany's eyes. Her eyes then immediately fell to count the miraculous amount of freckles on her cheek.

"Yeah?" She said, completely oblivious to what Brittany had been telling her.

"I said I'd come over to yours after football practice," Brittany winked, noticing that no one was around. She smirked down at her best friend. Also, did I mention that Brittany was the McKinley High's receiver on the football team.

"I thought you said you didn't have football practice," Santana knitted her eyebrows together. All she wanted to do was go home with Brittany and cuddle whilst watching Sweet Valley High. Now she'd have to go home by herself and wait for Brittany.

"Coach Beiste said that we need extra practice before the first game. I promise I'll be over after that," Brittany took her helmet out of her locker. "Or, you can come and watch?" Now Santana liked the sound of that. She nodded at Brittany and stared as the blonde pulled out her jersey and sniffed it.

Ever since Sophmore year, Brittany had been on the Football team. The only people who knew about her 'extra package' were Santana, her family and Coach Beiste (because of football). She wanted to make her late father proud - she and her Dad always used to play football in the back yard- so she joined the Football team, and it had turned out that she was pretty amazing at it. So she continued it. "I will meet you out on the field," she smiled at her best friend. Santana turned around and walked back down the hall towards the girls locker room.

Brittany could hear Puck approaching her from behind and she groaned internally. She knew that Puck had a huge 'thing' for Santana. The only thing that kept her from punching him every time he hit on Santana, was the fact that she knew she was 'bigger' than him. Santana had told her that.

"Have you noticed how Lopez is acting weird lately?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow. He patted Brittany on the back and chuckled.

"Well yeah, she's had a cold all week. She's probably not feeling great," Brittany challenged back at him.

"Cold my ass, I say she's pregnant. She's acting the exact same as Quinn," He sniggered. Brittany's eyes widened as she heard the word pregnant. It could have been a possibility. "It wasn't me this time, I swear, Lopez hasn't been giving me any," Puck whined.

"Yeah, I don't know. I had a stomach bug last week, maybe she caught that," Brittany shrugged. "See yah at practice Puck," she said, whilst parting from him to walk into the girls changing room. She saw Santana and smirked at her. Santana waved and walked outside and sat on the bleachers.

All Brittany had on her mind was 'She's pregnant,' Brittany had brought herself to think that she couldn't look after herself, let alone a baby. She took a deep breath and made sure she had all of her protection on. Including the extra special protection. She knew she was a girl, a girl with a difference, but a girl none the less.

Her Mom had told her she was fertile and to be careful. She walked out of the locker room and onto the field. She stretched herself and got ready for the intense practice Beiste had in stall for them. Brittany heard Santana call her name and looked up. The latina winked at her.

The whole practice she couldn't focus, the only thing she had on her mind was that Santana could be pregnant.

After football practice..

"Hey Britt-Britt," Santana said, swinging the door open to be met by Brittany. The brunette had left a few minutes before Brittany so she got home first to make sure her parents were distracted by the TV. She spun around on her heel and walked up the stairs; Brittany had her eyes on Santana's hips, swinging side to side. "Watch the drool there Britt," Santana laughed softly, as if she could feel Brittany's eyes on her hips.

"I-I-I wasn't looking at your hips," Britt stuttered as she closed Santana's room door behind her.

"I didn't say that. I was just testing to see if you were turned on already," Santana chuckled, trailing her finger down Brittany's back. She peppered light kisses on the Blonde's jaw. Brittany picked her up by the waist and put her onto the bed. She straddled the Latina and moaned into a kiss, slipping her tongue into the Latina's mouth.

Santana began to sit up, deepening the kiss, using her elbows as props. She leaned back and stared at Brittany; her face lost all blood and there was a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. The Latina took a deep breath, hoping it would calm her churning stomach. It didn't. She lightly pushed Brittany off and stood up, once again hoping that her stomach would calm down. Once again, it didn't.

"San, are you okay?" Brittany asked, standing up and rubbing her best friend's arm. Santana covered her mouth and ran to the nearest bathroom. The blonde sighed and slowly followed her. She quickened her pace when she heard Santana retching. "Hey, you okay?" Brittany crouched beside her and held her hair away from the vomit. She pulled a hair band off her wrist and tied up Santana's hair. The worry began to sink in.

Once Santana was finished, Brittany took a wet paper towel and wiped Santana's face, clearing all the vomit from around her mouth. Santana had only realised then that she was crying and quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

"You haven't had a cold all week have you San?" Britt questioned softly, sitting against the wall with Santana. She wrapped her arm around the bottom of Santana's back - Santana rested her head against Brittany's shoulder. "Don't cry Santana," she rubbed up and down Santana's back.

"How d'you know?" She cried quietly into Britt's shoulder.

"Best friend instincts," Brittany moved a piece of hair from Santana's face so she could see it. "You know if there's something wrong you can tell me," she pulled Santana's hair out of a pony tail and ran her fingers through the dark chocolate locks. Santana removed her head from Brittany's shoulder.

"It's nothing Britt, I'm sorry about lying to you though."

"Santana, I feel like there is something you're not telling me. You've been vomiting this week haven't you?" Brittany asked, tightening her grip on Santana's waist.

"Yeah. Every morning," she said softly. Brittany closed her eyes and sighed. She ran her finger up and down Santana's arm.

"Santana, I'm going to ask you a question, and I don't want you to freak out," Santana nodded. "Are you pregnant?" Santana looked back at her best friend, biting her lip. Santana didn't even need to say anything, Brittany already knew the answer.

"I don't know Britt. I mean, it's possible," Santana shrugged. Santana knew it would be Brittany's, if she were pregnant, she hasn't had sex with anyone else for quite a few months.

Santana looked up at her best friend. "Do you think it could be mine?" Brittany stammered, "I know Puck said he hadn't been getting any from you, but he could be-"

"Brittany, stop it," Santana wouldn't admit she wasn't having sex with anyone else. "You have a dick, we f*cked without a condom one time, it probably is your f*cking baby," Santana snapped.

"Yeah I know, I just never really thought about it," lie, she had been thinking about it all day. "Gosh, I'm so stu-"

"Don't finish that sentence," Santana held her index finger up to Brittany's mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I guess I never really thought about it either," she sighed. "Not many people can say they were knocked up by their best friend."

"Yeah," Britt agreed. "Well, we don't even know if you are pregnant yet," she tried to stay as hopeful as possible.

"I suppose."

"I think you should go to bed and I'm going to talk to my Mom about something," the blonde stood up and gave Santana her hand to help her up.

"What about?" Santana asked, following Brittany back to her room slowly.

"What do you think?" Brittany smiled softly and tucked Santana under the covers. She sat at the end of her bed. "Whatever decision you make, I'll support you. Whether it's mine or someone else, I'll be with you every step of the way, your my best friend."

"Thank you Britt. I think I probably would've freaked out if I were you," Santana laughed, forgetting just for a second what they were talking about. "See you soon B."

Once Brittany closed the Lopez house door she started breathing shakily. She hadn't realised she was crying until a tear fell into her mouth. Had she really gotten her best friend pregnant. More like; had she gotten the girl she's been in love with for years pregnant?

She took her hair out of a ponytail and let it run free as she walked down the street home. Thoughts filled her mind. Was the baby hers? How would she support them financially? Would she lose Santana if the baby wasn't hers? Would she - Santana - go out with the father of the baby?

Santana had never actually confirmed to Brittany whether she was gay or not. Maybe Santana was just experimenting with Brittany. Whatever it was that she was doing, Brittany had definitely fallen head over heels for the Latina.

No matter how much it affected her life, it was affecting Santana's life as well, if not more. Brittany stopped thinking about what would change for her and her mind switched to worrying about Santana. Realistically speaking, the text would most likely turn out positive. And Santana would have to give up a lot of things to carry around a baby for nine months and then looked after it. And it was her Senior Year, her last year to prove to the whole school that she wasn't; Santana the girl who sleeps around. But that she was Santana; the smart, inspirational cheerleader who made it big.

Brittany groaned out loud from all the stress that was beginning to get to her. Something caught her eye before she could make it back to her house. She took a couple steps back to set her eyes on it completely. A pharmacy. Something as simple as a pharmacy seemed to have caught her off guard and snapped her out of her deep thoughts. I suppose in this situation, why wouldn't it? She wanted to find out so she could stop wondering whether it was true or not.

So the blonde made a quick stop. She quickly ran up and down the aisles trying to find exactly what she was looking for. Out of the corner of her eye she saw exactly the item she was looking for. Brittany picked up the pregnancy tests and sighed.

She put her hair up in a beanie (that she pulled out of her bag) and walked over to the till. She tried to seem as manly as possible, just so it didn't look too weird, yet the cashier still gave her a dirty look.

"Are you sure you know what your buying sir?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Brittany cheered inside, the cashier was buying her act.

"Yeah, they're for my wife. We've been trying for a while," Brittany replied in a deep voice, still trying to stay in character.

"Well, good luck."

"Thanks," she took the bag and stuffed it in her backpack. When she got outside, she pulled her hair out. Brittany decided to skip the talk with her Mom so she texted Santana to say she was on her way back.

Brittany began to play with the hems of her Letterman jacket, she did it whenever she was nervous, and she started blinking her eyes together quickly. Her stomach felt more queazy as she approached the house again.

As her finger got closer to the doorbell, her hand began shaking violently. Ding dong. The doorbell went off and she heard footsteps getting closer.

"Brittany," Maribel Lopez exclaimed. "I thought you were upstairs with Santana."

"I was, I just went to get some clothes. Is it okay if I stay the night?" The blonde asked politely. She knew Maribel would say yes, but it wouldn't hurt to ask rather than sneak in through the back window.

"You are welcome to stay any time sweetie," Santana's Mom opened the door widely for Brittany and she bolted up the stairs.

Brittany knocked on the door lightly, presuming Santana was sleeping. She heard Santana faintly ask her to 'come in'.

"Hey," Brittany opened the door. "I didn't walk you up did I?"

"No, I haven't been able to fall asleep," Santana groaned. She sat up as Brittany crawled over the bed to be next to her. "Why are you back so early?"

"I decided to skip out on the talk with my mom," Brittany replied as the Latina lay her head on Britt's shoulder. "There is something I want you to do. Get it over and done with."

Brittany pulled out the pharmacy bag out of her backpack and handed it over to Santana, nervously.

Santana looked into the bag and furrowed her eyebrows, "Seriously Britt?"

"It's worth a shot. What harm can it do San?" Brittany shrugged.

"Can we leave it until the morning? I'm not really in the mood right now," Santana put the bag under her bed and turned around to be in Brittany's embrace. The blonde held Santana in silence as they started to drift of to sleep.

"I love you," Brittany whispered to the sleeping Latina.

The morning...

Santana shook her way out of Brittany's embrace as the sun filled her room. She looked over her shoulder to see Brittany fast asleep, her hair sprawled over the pillow. Santana moved a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear to show her face. Her cheeks were rosy red and she was smiling in her sleep. Santana couldn't help but smile at how cute her best friend looked.

"If I were to be pregnant, I couldn't imagine having a family with anyone else," Santana whispered to herself. She then scrunched her eyebrows together. Did she really just say that? She shook her head.

Brittany begun stirring her sleep. Her eyes scrunched up before slowly opening up. The first thing she saw was Santana smiling and she smiled back at the Latina.

"The best kind of way to wake up," Brittany said with a scratchy voice.

"How did you sleep?" Santana sat down and ran her fingers through Brittany's hair.

"Amazing. I had you next to me," Brittany said, her smile growing even bigger. Santana sighed and pulled out the bag from under her bed. "I guess we couldn't ignore it forever," Santana shook her head. She gave Brittany her hand and helped her up. She took out four tests and put them in the pocket of her hoodie so know one could see them. She ran down the hallway followed by Brittany. Brittany closed the door behind her and locked it.

"Here goes nothing," Santana chuckled to herself, trying to keep the mood bright. "Can you like turn around Britt? It'd be kind of weird, you watching me pee," Brittany nodded and turned around, covering her eyes just in case.

They sat on the bathroom floor together, Brittany holding onto Santana tightly.

"What the f*ck do we do now?" Brittany asked, her voice shaky.

"I don't know Britt. I seriously don't know," The Latina looked up at Brittany.

Brittany. Her best friend.

Brittany. The girl who got her pregnant.

Brittany. The girl she was in love with.

"I'm here for you San."

Brittany. The girl who who was always there for her.

A/N: THERE IS THE VERY FIRST CHAPTER.

Now, do you like the concept? I asked a few of you guys whether you'd like to read this on my fanfic 'Old Friends,' (go read it by the way), and you wanted to read it.

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