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"San. San. Sanny. TANA!" Santana groaned as her boyfriend- how she loved using that word to describe him- yelled her name and poked her cheeks.

"Snoozeee," she wined, slapping the top of his head. He should know she wasn't a morning person. God only knew how many they had spent together before. He laughed before scooping her up effortlessly and holding her bridal style. How did he have so much energy? He must have had some powerful coffee.

"Good morning to you, too," he grinned, carrying her out of his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he sat her down on the counter.

"Gimme some of your coffee," she snapped, pushing a loose strand of hair out of her face. Puck chuckled as he moved the coffee pot out of her way. "Noah, what the hell are you doing? Gimme the coffee." She snapped.

"Sorry baby. No can do. Pregnant ladies aren't supposed to have caffeine, " he smirked. She groaned and he put a finger to her lips to shush her. "And I know that must suck, that you can't have all kinds of stuff, and you need to eat healthy and all, but I promise that I'm going to go along with you. If you can't have caffeine or alcohol or whatever, I won't." She raised her eyebrows, directing her accusing her stare towards his coffee cup. "Starting now," he added sheepishly, reaching for her hand. "I said that we were in this together and I really meant it." She grinned, clasping his hand in hers.

"Wow, Puckerman," she smirked. "If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you'd gone soft." She smiled, touched. Then, scowling at his raised eyebrows, she smacked his arm. "Not like that, sicko," Santana scoffed. He just grinned at her, his eyes twinkling with adoration. He looked like he wanted to say something, but just at that moment, Ruth Puckerman walked through the kitchen door.

"Good morning, sweetie," she called. "Oh, hi Santana. How are you? I haven't seen you in forever!" Santana smiled at the tired looking woman who had always been like a second mother to the Latina girl.

"Hi, Ruth. I'm..." she hesitated, glancing at Puck. They had to tell Ruth at some point, but this was not the time. "I'm great."

"That's good!" Ruth smiled enthusiastically. She had always thought her son and Santana went well together. "Well, you two had better hurry up. Don't want to be late for your glee club practice." Both teenagers groaned. She laughed, knowing that neither of them were morning people. "I have to go, too. Noah, sweetie, would you mind dropping Sarah off at school on your way?" She added tiredly, grabbing her to-go mug of coffee and her purse.

"Sure, Ma. See you tonight," Puck groaned.

"Thank you," Ruth smiled as she pulled open the door. "Bye, Santana. I love you. Both of you," she called, before closing the door. Puck sighed.

"I know we need to tell her, but I just…" he sighed again, running his hand through his Mohawk. Santana smiled sweetly.

"I know. C'mon, better get Sarah. Don't want to be late for glee club!" She laughed, mocking Ruth. He laughed, and leaned in to kiss her.

"I love you, Santana. And it's not a holy-crap-you're-pregnant-so-I'd-better-love-you 'I love you.' I really do love you," he whispered, before placing a hand on her flat stomach. "And you, little soybean," he added, mocking their favorite show. She laughed before pressing her hand to his flat stomach.

"And we love you. And you, awesome stomach muscles." They both laughed, and they knew in that instant that they would be okay. After all, they were Puck and Santana.