"San, I don't feel so good."
"Can it wait until I'm done curling your hair?" Santana asked, curling iron in midair.
Brittany's face turned a nasty shade of green. "No!" she tore from the room, knocking over her chair in the process, and sprinted toward the bathroom. Santana ran after her and held her hair back while she vomited violently into the toilet. When she was done, she slumped back against Santana and groaned. Santana rubbed circles on her back.
"Britts?"
"Mmm?"
"You've been puking all week."
"Really? I must be sick. Oh no! Today's my birthday! San, I don't want to be sick on my birthday!" Brittany said with wide eyes.
Santana saw the signs. They'd just been through this last year with Quinn. She knew Brittany didn't see the signs that Santana so clearly did.
"Brittany, when was the last time you got your period?"
Brittany slowly got up and pulled Santana into her room. She counted the days on the calendar using her finger. "I'm two weeks late for my period. What does that mean? Am I going to die?"
Santana crossed the room and hugged her friend. "I'm going to go call Quinn, okay? She can come over and help us decorate for the party." she left the room and whipped out her phone, dialing quickly.
"Santana? The party's not-"
"Quinn, we may have a problem. Can you bring a pregnancy test over to B's as soon as possible?"
"What? Santana are you pregnant?"
"No! Don't even fucking joke about that!" Santana spat before regaining control. "I think Brittany might be."
Quinn sighed. "Shit. I'll be over in twenty."
Santana hung up and walked back into Brittany's room where the blond was sitting on her bed, legs crossed, chewing on her hair. "San, am I gonna die?"
"No, sweetie...but you might be pregnant."
Brittany's eyes teared up and threatened to spill over. "What?" she managed to squeak out before the tears spilled. Santana was quickly at her friend's side, cradling her head in her lap and petting her hair. They stayed like that for a while; Brittany crying and Santana comforting her as best she could. The doorbell rang and Santana gently got up and answered it. She returned with Quinn at her side.
Brittany lifted her head off the bed and sniffled. "Quinn." she choked out, her voice hoarse from crying.
"Hey, Brittany," Quinn pulled the test from her bag, "you're going to need to take this, okay? I can help you, if you want. I've taken one before."
Brittany nodded her head slowly and let Quinn lead her to the bathroom. Santana followed and locked the door.
Santana's breath caught in her throat. She held the test in her shaking hands and showed it to Quinn. They exchanged a wordless look before turning back to Brittany. Quinn took a seat on the edge of the tub and put her arms around her friend. Santana kneeled on the floor in front of the two blonds and put a hand on Brittany's knee.
"B, you're pregnant." Santana said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Brittany fled to her room and locked the door before either girl could stop her. Santana looked at the blond next to her helplessly.
"Q...what are we going to do?"
Quinn thought for a second, tapping her index finger on her chin. "We're going to get her to let us in. We're going to help her finish getting ready for her damn birthday party. We're going to make sure she has a fantastic time at said birthday party and we will discuss this issue with her later."
Santana looked at the ground. "Happy birthday, B." she whispered sadly.
With the help of her two oldest and best friends Brittany got ready for her party. Touching a hand to her face she said, "You can't even tell my eyes were red and puffy from crying." amazement in her voice. She turned to Quinn and Santana and they smiled at her.
"That's the magic of makeup, Britts." Santana told her while applying Brittany's lipstick. "Go like this." and she made a rubbing motion with her lips.
Brittany did as she was told. "But what are we gonna do about the...the...?" she motioned to her stomach.
Quinn took Brittany's hand with both of hers, "We're going to worry about that tomorrow. Today is your seventeenth birthday and you're going to enjoy it. Forget you even took that stupid test, okay?" Brittany smiled and nodded.
"Let's go wait downstairs for my party people to come." the tall blond said, linking her pinkie with Santana. Santana grabbed Quinn's wrist and dragged her out of the room.
Rachel was the first to arrive. "I don't believe in being 'fashionably late', I find being punctual is not only polite, but very critical to success." This earned a scoff and an eye roll from Santana.
Next, Finn and Kurt showed up with Mercedes in tow. They heard a thump on the door and opened it to find Mike and Tina making out against it. Tina blushed and mumbled a sorry as she pulled Mike into the house. He shrugged and shot an apologetic look at Santana, who looked like she was ready to breathe fire.
"Do you animals have no self control?" she berated.
Puck arrived last, plenty of beer in hand.
"Does anyone know where Artie is?" Brittany asked no one in particular.
"He said he was going to be a little late. He had to do something." Tina answered before turning back to Mercedes.
Brittany's smile faltered, but only for a second, as someone put their arm around her. She turned her head to see Puck. He smiled and whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday, Little Duck."
She grinned and hugged him. "Thanks, Big Bear. Are you drunk yet?"
With mock haughtiness he announced, "I am not drunk. I am simply working my way there." his nose in the air.
She bit her lip and looked down. "Do you think you could not get drunk? I need to tell you something."
He furrowed his brow and set his beer down slowly. "Sure, Little Duck. What's going on?"
Just then the doorbell rang and Artie rolled in. "What up?" he yelled. Everyone cheered and greeted Artie. He made his way over to Puck and Brittany. Puck took this as his cue to leave and struck up an impromptu conversation with Mike.
"What's up, baby? Party's arrived!"
"No, the party's been here the whole time, Artie. I was here when it started." she explained as if he was stupid.
Artie looked at her smiling and grabbed her hand. "Come outside with me?" She nodded and pushed him outside.
"I know I'm a few hours late but part of the reason is because I had to get you this." he pulled out a long, narrow box and opened it. Inside was a beautiful gold chain with a little duck at the end. "Happy birthday, Brittany." Artie said softly as he fastened the necklace around her neck. She fingered it gently and started to tear up. Artie rolled closer to her and grabbed her. She let herself fall into his lap. "Hey, what's wrong? I thought you'd like it."
"I do. I love it, Artie. I'm such a bad girlfriend." she cried.
He took her face in his hands. "No you're not," he told her, "now will you tell me what happened?" She took a few deep breaths and climbed off his lap, sitting down and facing him.
"Artie...I'm pregnant."
"What?"
"I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!"
"I have to go." he said quietly.
"Artie, please-" she begged through tears.
"I have to go." this time more firm as he wheeled away.
She laid on the grass crying and clutching the jewelry around her neck.