Quinn honestly had no idea what to expect when she pulled up to the Lopez residence. She had known Santana since they were little kids and had never seen or heard her cry. And on the phone, she was not just crying, she was full out sobbing. She also did not understand why she had been called. Sure, they were friends but Santana would more likely go to Brittany, her girlfriend, or even Blaine, someone who had slowly become one of her best friends. That was the thing that made her the most worried.
She knocked on the Lopez door, and when she got no answer after a few minutes, she just went in. "Santana?" she called into the home. She knew she had the right house. That fact was confirmed a few seconds later when Santana came flying down the steps, throwing her arms around Quinn's neck and burying her face in her hair.
"Quinn…" she whimpered. Said girl carefully wrapped her arms around the Latina's waist.
"What's going on Santana?" she asked quietly. Santana, silently, without moving her head from Quinn's hair, handed her something that was present in her hand. Quinn glanced over Santana's shoulder to see what it was.
"Santana!" she exclaimed, too shocked to even gasp. A pregnancy test. A positive one. Santana sniffed, pulling away finally, eyes wide and puffy.
"You can't tell anyone!" she begged, seeming to just realize what she had done, revealing her secret. "Please Quinn!" Quinn shook her head.
"Of course I won't…" Quinn agreed quietly, attempting to calm her back down. All the stress couldn't be good for Santana's…baby.
"I-I don't know what to do…Quinny…." Santana looked so scared, eyes so wide, brimming with tears, that Quinn couldn't help but pull her back in her arms.
"You'll figure it out. We'll figure it out." She corrected herself. "The first thing you have to do is tell the…Father. He needs to know and be a part of the decision making." She felt Santana tense in her arms and mentally sighed. "It might be harder this time around if you decided to put the baby up for adoption, Puck just got Beth back and probably won't want to give up another child." Santana ripped away from her, torn between laughing hysterically or going ballistic with anger.
"Puck's not the Dad! The hell? We haven't had sex in like, two years! God Fabray, just because he knocked you up doesn't mean he's got magical fertile super sperm!" Lucky for Quinn's sake, Santana decided to laugh it off.
"Oh, then who's the Father?" Quinn asked curiously. All signs of laughter drained from Santana's face, as did the color.
"I don't want to talk about it." She stated shortly.
"Then why did you call me?" Quinn challenged. Santana bit her lip, again torn.
"I don't know." She confessed. Quinn sighed, uncertain what to do in this situation. Of course she had been there before, but Santana was different. As much as Santana had slept around, she had never got pregnant. Now, when everyone, Quinn included, thought she had matured to just one woman, she got pregnant.
"Okay…well, does Brittany know?" Santana's face crumpled again and Quinn had her answer. "Does she realize?" Quinn questioned softly. Santana sniffed, glaring at her.
"She's not stupid you know." Santana said quietly. Quinn nodded.
"I know." They stayed silent, and Quinn just hugged her again as she started to cry once again.
Santana did not know why, but as she approached the Warblers practice room, where she could hear them doo-wooping in random patterns, her eyes pricked with tears. She attempted to suppress them, but some fell anyway. She paused outside the front door, taking a deep breath, and wiping her face.
"Yo! Smythe! Get out here!" Santana threw open the door, pointing at the soloist before spinning around and stalking out of the room before many could even process what had happened. She waited a few moments.
"Miss Lopez. To what do I owe the pleasure? Well, perhaps not a pleasure since you seem to have no interest in an ongoing simply sexual relationship." Sebastian leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and smirking. "How's your girlfriend?" he questioned innocently.
"I'm pregnant." Santana stated bluntly. The smirk disappeared, as did all the color in his skin.
"Y-You're what?" Sebastian stuttered, leaning off the wall, only to almost trip and land on his face. He leaned back against the wall once again.
"Pregnant. With child. Bun in the oven. All that shit. It's yours. What do you want to do with it?" she kept her tone short and clipped, so as to not burst into tears again. Damn hormones.
"What do you mean what do I want to do with it?" Sebastian looked utterly flabbergasted. Santana shrugged.
"An abortion at planned parenthood costs some money, fork up the dough and are lives are easy again." She explained. The look of horror on Sebastian's face made her pull up short. "What?" she questioned defensively, stepping slightly away.
"You're gonna kill it?" he asked, disgusted. Santana shifted.
"It's not even alive yet! It hasn't breathed! It isn't even a he or she yet!" Santana defended, wrapping her arms around her stomach without even realizing it. "We can't keep it! I'm not letting this thing ruin my life!" Sebastian bristled.
"We don't have to keep it, but you're not killing it. We made a mistake, fine, we have to live with it. You're not going to kill something that will turn into life. I may not know you well, but I know you well enough to know you're not a murderer." Sebastian argued. Santana slipped into desperation, swaying slightly.
"Of course you would think that! It's not your life this would ruin! No one would know that you were involved! You wouldn't get the stares, the jeers, the disappointed head shakes!" Santana got louder and louder, but she couldn't seem to control herself, even as Sebastian attempted to gently shush her.
The blond gay-looking warbler whose name she couldn't remember poked his head out the door. "Everything okay out here?" he asked cautiously, glancing between Sebastian and Santana, gaze lingering on Sebastian longer.
"Fuck off twink!" she snapped. Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Fine Jeff." He stated shortly, "Tell the council I'm not coming back to practice today. I'll see you tomorrow." He grabbed Santana's arm and tugged her gently along.
R & R.