"Are you going to tell anyone about the bun baking in your oven? Brittany questioned. She, Quinn and Santana were the only people sitting in the choir room before glee club started.
Santana shrugged, "Well I might tell Puck. You guys better not say anything, though."
"I pinky swear." Brittany said holding out her pinky. Santana locked on her friend's pinky. "Are you going to tell Isabel and Richard?"
Santana shook her head, "No."
"But shouldn't they know?" Brittany questioned. "Your stomach is going to balloon up."
"I'm not having this kid." Santana insisted. "Telling my parents would be a complete waste of time."
"What about Eric and Alicia?"
Santana snorted, "They really don't need to know. Alicia would totally use that to her advantage."
"What are you guys doing in here?" Mercedes asked, walking in with Mike and Tina. Soon everyone else made their way in.
"We were having a private conversation." Santana snapped. "Stay out of it."
"Well sorry for interrupting." Mercedes defended.
"Whatever."
Puck smirked, "What crawled up your ass?"
Santana scowled, "Excuse me?"
"You're just kind of bitching on everyone even more than usual." Rachel pointed out. "We all noticed."
"Well sorry. I'm not having the best week."
"Your extensions not put in right?" Lauren teased.
"Bite me." Santana shot back. "Scratch that. You might try to eat me."
"Enough!" Mr. Schuester yelled. "All of you need to stop the drama and the bickering."
Rachel raised her hand, "Mr. Schuester, I have a few suggestions to make about a song I should sing for Nationals."
"Go ahead Rachel."
"I was thinking we should go out of our comfort zones and sing showtunes or songs from musicals." Rachel suggested. "Like something from Grease or Wicked or Hairspray."
"No way in hell." Puck said. "I'm not doing showtunes."
Santana raised her hand, "Mr. Schue can I go to the nurse?"
"What's wrong, Santana?"
"Berry's irritating voice is making me sick. I feel like I have to throw up."
"I guess you can go." Mr. Schue answered. Santana grabbed her bag and left the room.
"She's having a bad tummy week." Brittany added.
~Later That Evening~
"Hey baby sis." Alicia greeted. She sat next to Santana on their couch.
Santana groaned, "Ugh what do you want?"
Alicia shrugged, "Can't I hang out with my sister?"
"You're 22." Santana said. "Don't you have a life?"
"Yes." Alicia replied. "But I'm here right now.
"Whatever." Santana said. She grabbed her car keys. "Tell mom and dad I'm going out."
"Where?"
"None of your business. Just tell them I'll be back later."
After about 10 minutes of driving, Santana reached her destination. Puck's house. She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Puck opened it.
"What's up, Lopez?"
"You and I need to talk." Santana stated simply. She made her way into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom.
"I don't have time for sex." Puck told her. "I'm taking Lauren out later on."
Santana rolled her eyes, "I'm not here for sex, Puckerman. Like I said, you and I need to talk."
Puck sat down, "Ok."
"I'm pregnant." Santana said.
"Whose the father?" Puck asked.
Santana shrugged, "Take a wild guess, Puck."
After a few seconds, Puck gasped. "No way. I am not the father of that thing."
"Well we had sex like a month ago and frog mouth sure isnt the father."
Puck put his head in his hands, "I can't be a father. I'm dating Lauren."
Santana frowned, "I dont give a rat's ass about tubby. She's the least of my concerns."
"How could you get pregnant?" Puck yelled. "You know how I was with Quinn."
Santana stood up, "Well excuse me. I know you arent exactly the smartest person, but it takes two people to make a baby. You were one of those people." She wasn't going to tell him how much that hurt. He was so quick to rush to Quinn's side when she was pregnant. Now Santana is the one with child and he could care less. That hurt.
Puck sighed, "What are you going to do?"
"I'll just get an abortion." Santana decided. "It will be over with before you know it."
"You want to get rid of it?" Puck repeated, shocked?
Santana laughed, "Duh. What else am I going to do?"
"Why don't you at least consider keeping it." Puck suggested.
Santana scoffed, "You must be high off your ass. I don't want to be a teen mom."
"It's my kid too." Puck reminded her. "Don't I get a say?"
Santana shook her head, "No, not really. I'm the one who has to be pregnant, not you. It's my body. Just because you couldn't play house with Quinn and her kid, doesn't mean I want you to."
"You're so difficult." Puck shot at her. "Why won't you at least humor the idea?"
"You would honestly raise a kid with me?" Santana asked. Puck shrugged and nodded.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you." Puck apologized. "You just caught me off guard. This is a pretty stressful conversation."
"Apology accepted." Santana replied. Puck pulled her into a hug.
"At least think about keeping it."
Santana sighed, "I can't be a mother. I don't want to be a mother."
"You can be anything."
"I'm not ready."
Puck snorted, "No one is every ready for a kid. But you got me. I'm here for you in all of this."
~To Be Continued~
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