Chapter Four- Lean On Me

"She's going to kill us."

Quinn rolled her eyes but a part of her couldn't help but agree with the diva.

"Would you relax? You're making me nervous!"

"I can't help it!" Rachel ranted. "Santana specifically told us not to come here. Well, not directly of course, but she is our friend and we really should respect her wishes."

"Yeah, well Brittany is our friend too."

Rachel met Quinn's gaze, noticing the blonde was starting to doubt her plan. "But Santana didn't leave without saying anything." She responded gently after a few moments.

Quinn thought it over and she knew Rachel was right, but she also knew Brittany wouldn't do that without good reason.

Knocking gently on the door, Quinn found her hand fumbling nervously for Rachel's; her heart only calming slightly when she grasped her fingers tightly.

Footsteps could be heard in the hallway and a second later, the front door was opened revealing a clearly upset Brittany. She was dressed in sweats, something Brittany rarely if ever wore, and the lack of makeup on her face combined with her red, swollen eyes made it clear she had been crying.

"Santana..." Mr. Shue made a weak attempt to keep Santana from leaving while the rest of the Glee club stood frozen, still in shock.

Brittany waited all of three seconds before following, barely giving Santana enough time to make it into the hallway.

"San, wait!" Santana closed her eyes and quickened her pace, trying to ignore her girlfriend- no, former girlfriend's calls. "Please! Will you just wait?" Santana was almost running, but Brittany didn't miss a beat. "Santana, don't leave."

Santana knew she shouldn't have turned around; she knew the effect the blonde had over her, but she couldn't help her outburst.

"Where were you?" Santana basically screamed, her voice cracking as she turned around. Brittany stood dead in her tracks, both girls staring at each other, almost glad for the few feet of distance between them.

Brittany opened her mouth to respond but no words came out causing Santana to scoff bitterly. "Don't you dare tell me not to leave." She paused, trying to look at Brittany with anger and disgust although the hurt was clear on her face. "Not when you never gave me that chance."

Brittany didn't even attempt to wipe away the tears streaming down her face as she watched Santana leave. She was torn out of her thoughts when someone called out from behind her and she turned to see the entire Glee club watching her; some with pity, most with hurt and a few with anger. Brittany didn't stop when they called her name, instead leaving the same way Santana had.

Brittany uncharacteristically waited for Quinn or Rachel to speak first, too tired and confused from the confrontation earlier that afternoon.

"Brittany." Quinn breathed out, almost as if she still didn't believe the blonde was back.

Brittany simply forced a small, life-less smile in response, shrugging slightly when she couldn't find any words.

Quinn and Rachel exchanged a quick glance before turning back to the dancer, worry and confusion etched in their features. "So you're back now?" Rachel asked after a few moments, not knowing what else to say. Brittany simply nodded. "For good." Another nod.

An awkward silence overcame the three, none of them making eye contact nor knowing what to say.

"Where were you?" Rachel eventually broke the silence, her voice laced with hurt and anger.

"Utah." Brittany mumbled.

"Utah?" Rachel questioned confused.

Quinn frowned. "Where your grandparents live?"

Brittany nodded and it confused Quinn even more. She and Santana had gone with Brittany and her family to visit her grandparents back in eighth grade, and it was clear that they weren't very close. When they heard about Brittany and Santana's relationship, Quinn remembered helping Santana comfort the blonde for hours after her grandmother had basically disowned her.

"Uh huh."

The three stood uncomfortably in the doorway, each waiting for the other to speak; to ask the question everyone wanted to know.

"Why?" Rachel's voice was uncharacteristically vulnerable, and Quinn absentmindedly squeezed her hand gently as they waited for a response.

Brittany opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again a second later. She didn't know what to say. She didn't like lying, but her Aunt Shelly had made her promise not to tell anyone, and she didn't know which was better, lying or breaking a promise.

Brittany was torn from her thoughts when a distinctive cry came from upstairs. Her heart clenched; it always did when Olive cried, but even more so now due to the confused girls standing in front of her.

"Is that a baby?"

Rachel and Quinn looked at each other before turning their attention back to Brittany, confused. Brittany flinched, nervously switching her attention between her friends and the stairs.

"You have to go." Brittany rushed, going to push the couple out of the doorway. Rachel, stubborn as always, stopped her. Brittany glared at her, slightly annoyed. She wasn't stupid; she knew there was no way they were leaving until they heard the full story. Eventually she sighed, giving in. "Just... you have to wait here, okay?"

Rachel nodded for the both of them, and Brittany disappeared upstairs a second later. Always one to let her curiosity get the better of her, Rachel basically pulled Quinn to follow her, both frozen when they saw Brittany.

"A duck walked up to a lemonade stand
and he said to the man running the stand
Hey. got any grapes?

The man said no we just sell lemonade. It's cold and its fresh and it's all home made. Can I sell you glass? The duck said "I'll pass".
Then he waddled away. Till the very next day.

When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any grapes?

The man said no, like I said yesterday, we just sell lemonade okay?
Why not give it a try? The duck said Goodbye.
Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away
Till the very next day.

When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any grapes?

The man said look, this is getting old. Lemonade's all we've ever sold. Why not give it a go? The duck said "No."
Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away
Till the very next day.

When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any grapes?

The man said THAT'S IT! If you don't stay away, duck, I'll glue you to a tree and leave you there all day, stuck.
So don't get to close! The duck said Adios.
Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away
Till the very next day.

When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man that was running the stand
Hey. You got any glue?

What?

You got any glue?
No, why would I– Oh!

Then one more question for you:
Got any grapes?

And the man just stopped. Then he started to smile. Then he started to laugh. He laughed for a while.
Then he said, "Come on duck, let's walk to the store. I'll buy you some grapes so you won't have to ask anymore."

So they walked to the store and the man bought some grapes. He offered one to the duck and the duck said "No thanks".

"But you know what sounds good? It would make my day.
Do you think this store, do you think this store, do you think this store… has any… lemonade?"

Then he waddled away. He waddled away. He waddled away."

Brittany sung softly as she rocked the baby, smiling lovingly at her daughter and completely oblivious to the girls standing in the doorway.

"Britt..." Rachel breathed out, speechless for the first time in her life. "Who's baby is that?"

Brittany looked up and met their eyes, the fear and surprise clear on her face. She didn't need to answer. She couldn't.

Quinn hesitantly stepped forward, keeping her eyes locked with Brittany's. "She's yours, isn't she?"

Brittany nodded, feeling overwhelmed. She looked down at Olive to distract herself for a few moments before gently placing the sleeping baby back in her crib. Quinn met Brittany's eyes, noticing the tears quickly form in the dancer's. The shorter blonde slowly wrapped her arms around Brittany's shoulders, smiling automatically as Brittany immediately hugged her back. She missed Brittany's hugs.

After a few moments, Quinn pulled back but kept her hands on Brittany's arms, silently supporting her.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Quinn didn't mean to sound hurt. "You know we would have supported you no matter what. And Santana..." She didn't need to say anymore, all three knowing what the Latina would have done, both for Brittany and the baby, and to the guy who impregnated her.

"My mom told me I couldn't. She didn't want me to keep her so she said I couldn't tell anyone and then I went to stay with Grammy and Pop. But I didn't want to give her away so they said I couldn't live there anymore and Aunt Shelly said that my mom said 'I couldn't come home yet'. So I'm living here now, but Aunt Shelly said I couldn't tell anyone about Olive yet either." She frowned as she thought to herself, angry at herself for breaking her promise.

Quinn and Rachel's hearts broke, and Quinn knew there was a reason she always liked Brittany's Aunt Shelly.

"Is that her name?" Rachel smiled gently, moving to look into the crib.

Brittany cheered up at this, nodding and smiling proudly. "Uh huh. After S!"

Both Quinn and Rachel smiled, despite their confusion. Neither were going to ask where Brittany had come up with that.

"She's beautiful, B." Quinn acknowledged, and Rachel gently squeezed her hand in support, both knowing she was thinking of Beth. "But you have to tell Santana."

Brittany nodded but didn't respond, keeping her attention firmly on her daughter as she tried to block out the world around them.

AN: Sorry it's taken so long to update! Life's been insane. Literally. Anyway, I have some questions:

1) Who do you want to be Olive's father? Also, how was she conceived- consensually or sexual assault?

2) How should Santana react?

Next chapter will be mainly Santana, and having her find out about Olive. I can either make this story angsty or fluffy at this point, depending on what you guys want :)