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A/N: Yeah I know I've got a few stories going on at the same time but I had to right this one, the idea kept haunting me.
"Schue," a voice nearly growled. Mr. Schue turned around. Santana took all the courage she had to look him in the eye and not let her knees give out. She was angry and she was hurt and for the third time in her life, she was scared. The hallway was empty, except for them. Santana's eyes narrowed in her calculated manner. Her hands were on her hips and her eyebrows slanted.
"Do you know what a pink plus is?" she asked. Mr. Schue didn't have the patience to listen to this but she was his student and even if he had made the biggest mistake of his life with her, he had to listen.
"No," he said honestly. Santana's eyes narrowed even more, boring holes into his own eyes.
"It means I'm pregnant," Santana leaned forward to enunciate her point. Mr. Schue felt like he had been slapped.
"With mine?" he stammered/scoffed. Santana's lips formed a little pout.
"Yes! I am not Quinn and I wouldn't lie about this," Santana said. Mr. Schue sunk down onto the floors.
"Damn it! I can't make one mistake without having another one come, could I?" Mr. Schue muttered. Santana's eyes flashed and she lifted Mr. Schue's chin, forcing him to look at her.
"Tell that to my face. Tell me that I was a mistake. Tell me that your child was a mistake," she hissed.
"Abortion," Mr. Schue choked out. Santana let go of him, she collapsed onto the floor. Only now, with all of these hormones, did she allow herself to cry. Mr. Schue looked at her in shock.
"I'm not getting an abortion, Mr. Schue," she sobbed. Mr. Schue looked at her with pity.
"Then what can we do?" he asked. Santana wiped her tears and looked at him.
"We could put the baby up for adoption. Now one would ever know that it was yours, except for me," Santana murmured.
"I can't believe it's my senior year and I got pregnant," Santana sighed. On the plus side, she was already eighteen so Mr. Schue couldn't get in trouble for sleeping with a minor.
"Are you…okay?" Mr. Schue asked. Santana looked up at him, shocked.
"Yes, actually. Are you?" Santana asked in return. Mr. Schue nodded and held out his hand to her. She hesitated, and then took it. He pulled her closer and she started to cry again, realizing the situation she was in. He wiped the tears from her face as quickly as they came.
Mr. Schue pulled away and stood up. Santana still looked fierce to him. She stood up on her own and wiped the tears from her face.
"Bye," Santana murmured and she left the school building.
She wished he would follow her, but she knew he wouldn't. He might even be going home to Ms. Pillsbury.
The very thought made Santana want to lock herself away for nine months.