Sam had been feeling sick for a while now. He had no idea what was wrong with him. He and Artie had been fooling around for a while now, had he caught an STD? I mean Artie had slept with Brittany. He had decided to go to the clinic to see what was wrong. He wasn't ready to have that talk with his parents.
Sam hated waiting rooms; they were so cold and sterile. He waited unhappily for his name to be called. "Samuel Evans." He jumped out from his seat and ran into the office. He sat down on the bed. He waited impatiently for the doctor.
"Hi Sam, I'm Dr. Carter."
"Hi."
"What seems to be the problem today?"
"Well-uh- I've been getting sick like every day for like a few weeks." The doctor nodded and scribbled something down. "We are going to run some blood and urine tests." Sam nodded. The nurse came in a while later took his blood and handed him a cup.
Sam waited anxiously for the doctor to come back. What was taking so long? The doctor walked back in a solemn look on his face. "Mr. Evans I have a rather personal question for you."
"O-okay."
"Are you gay and sexually active?" Sam blushed and nodded. "Well Sam it seems as if you are pregnant. We are going to do a sonogram just to be sure." Sam just nodded numbly and allowed himself to be taken to the room where the equipment was.
He lay down numb to it all as they rubbed the cool goop on his belly. He watched and listened as they told him of how he was born with a uterus and he being gay is the only reason why they would ever know. He was pregnant. They printed out twenty five copies of the ultra sound for him. One for everyone in glee, their parents, and Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury.
He was screwed.
