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One Week Later
Sunday
"Oh my God." I moaned, sitting on the bathroom floor next to the light pink toilet bowl. Kurt was still in the bedroom, we were just about to get busy until I felt sick and had to run to the bathroom.
"You okay?" Kurt asked from the other room.
"Just fine." I lied, slowly getting up to upchuck back into the bowl.
I hear Kurt sigh. I wanted to get back in bed with Kurt and finish what we started. But this feeling, I felt like this that one time when I was five and caught some virus going around school.
"I must have ate too much cafeteria food..." I shuddered, thinking about how many tots I've scarfed down my throat this past week.
Kurt was pacing frantically outside the bathroom door. He looked impatient and nervous. I raised my eyesbrow. Maybe he wanted a clean escape.
"Kurt, you can go home if you want." I said, sighing and whiping my mouth off.
"Only after I know you're okay." He said, now standing at the doorway.
"Oh God, Hummel, don't watch me, I look disgusting," I said, turning back to throw up one more time.
He put his hand on my shoulder. I pressed my lips together when I felt the tears blurr my vision. My heart beat fast in my chest. Maybe I was...
"Listen, I'll go by the store and get some ginger ale, if you feel really sick, call me." Kurt said, patting my hair before getting up. I reached back for his hand but found myself throwing up again.
I didn't want to be here right now. When I knew Kurt was gone, I curled myself in a tight ball on the blue floor carpet. I was shaking and cold and felt sick to my stomach. I've never been sick this bad sinse grade six when Fredrick Tavern ate a fried worm right infront of me. I hoped it was the tots. I prayed i was the tots. But then again... why was I even eating those God-foresaken grease balls in the first place? Sue Sylvester made it clear that if I took my free time for practising my half-flips instead of eating, I would be on top of the pyramid in no time. But that was going to be impossible now that I've gained about ten pounds this past week. What was happening to me? I was almost possitive I wasn't pregnant, we used protection every time we did it. I guess that's what I get for hiding my lesbian ways in straight sex. I guess I should've just stayed with Brittany, even though she was a pain in my ass every now and then, I would've been confident enough that their was no way in hell I would get pregnant from her.
I slowly got up, feeling a tiny bit better that I've lifted off the huge weight from my shoulders about being a Quinn. Sure I was a hot peice of work, but I wasn't giving up that easily. I fell to the ground in my bedroom and started to do push-ups until Kurt entered.
"I thought you were sick?" He asked, putting down the ginger ale and bottle of Asprin.
"I just... realized something..." I huffed as I continued my push-ups. "I've gained... some unnessesary weight... and I need... to make it... dissapear..." I rolled onto my back and motioned toward my feet, "If you will."
Kurt rolled his eyes and walked over to my gold-painted toes. He put his hands forecfully down on them as I did a couple crunches. A sickness then washed over me again and I pulled myself away from Kurt's strong grasp and ran to the toilet again.
"Mother fucker!" I screamed in frustration. "What's wrong with me!"
"Santana... there's something I have to tell you..." Kurt started. My heart sank to my knees when I heard the tone in Kurt's voice.
Oh no...
This couldn't be happening to me.
We made our way ino the nearest conveinience store and Kurt searched the medical isle. I tapped my foot nervously as I waited by the snacks. I turned my face away from the giant bags of taunting Beugals as I saw Kurt hurry back.
"Ok I found the-" He stopped talking, stopped walking, and just stared over at the cash out with a pregnancy test box in his hand. His jaw was swung open.
I raised my eyebrow and turned to the cash-out to see Sam Evans. Ginormous jaw dropped open, green eyes wide in terror. I swallowed hard.
"What are you looking at, Lafonda?" I snapped at Sam, walking up to Kurt and ripping the box out of his hand. I walked up to Sam and slammed the object on the desk, "One pregnancy test," I growled, looking feircley into his eyes as he made no sudden movement to scan the item, "Now, Biebs!" I yelled at him.
He jumped and quickly scanned the box.
"That would be-" I slammed a fifty onto the table before he could say another word.
"Keep the change. You can put it toward your mouth reduction." I said, my voice breaking off at the last word. I grabbed the box and ran out of the store, my cheeks hot and my stomach churned.
I heard mumbling and then the tiny door bell ring. I heard designer Marc Jacobs boots click against the metal steps. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Santana..." Kurt said in a small voice, "He said he wont tell anyone."
"How do you know that rediculous mouth of his wont spill?" I asked, feeling tears streak down my face. "Kurt... how can this happen?"
"Sometimes things happen. Sometimes pills don't work or stredegy wont help or even condoms wont do any good." He said quietly. "It happens."
"I know it happens, I'm not stupid," I sniffed and wiped a tear off my face.
"I know you're not." He said, patting my shoulder and taking my hand in his, "C'mon, let's go."
Monday
And when I thought all was good, everything came crashing down. I was pregnant. But not only was I pregnant, but the father was a gay man. Why couldn't it have been Puck or Sam or even Finn for God's sake? Anything would've been better then Kurt. Kurt Hummel, who was in a happy relationship with Blaine Anderson. Kurt Hummel who would do anything to get ahead of everyone else. Kurt Hummel who just wanted everything to be okay and everyone to have smiles and everyone to know that he was the biggest diva at school. Why did I fall for him? Was I that stupid? Was I that certain that Kurt could be the fix and replacement for my love for Brittany? Why was it all happening to me?
When I entered glee club that afternoon, the room was silent. The whole room felt cold and unwelcoming and a wave of discomfort washed over me. I wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to hide my weight gain from all those Oreos I've fallen in love with. A baby bump wasn't visible yet, but people knew damn well that I kept a strict diet, and now this sudden change on me had everyone going to conclusions. Maybe Sam didn't tell anyone? Maybe everyone just sort of figured out...
"Santana, Sue wants you to leave your Cheerios uniform on her desk later today. She says you're off the team," Quinn said, a small smile playing on her pink lips, "She said your eating habbits might ruin us for the competition."
I just glared at her, deciding that it was best to not say anything snide back. I take a seat by myself in the corner, so I wouldn't be stared at. But that didn't help, everyone just turned around to look at me like I was some amusement park in the limelights.
"What happened to you?" Mercedes asked quietly, even though everyone was listening intently.
Think of a lie, Santana. I know you can do it, you're good at this kind of stuff...
"Some asshole switched my diet coke with regular," I shrugged, closing my eyes briefly to hide the doubt in them.
"Don't lie, Santana, maybe we can help," Tina chimed in, looking over at Mike as he nodded. I rolled my eyes.
Just then Kurt walked in, shoulders back, head held high, but something about his face threw me off. He looked angry. I sighed.
"There's nothing any of you people can do," I said, realizing then that I was staring at Kurt. Everyone turned to see what (or who) I was staring at.
Kurt stopped dead in his tracks and his blue eyes widened.
"What?" He asked nervously, flashing a quick glance at me.
"Santana is gaining weight like crazy, and sinse you guys are such good friends, we figured you would know what happened or find out a way to help her." Rachel said in her high-pitched dramatic tone.
Kurt looked at me again, his eyes looked defeated but his stance looked strong. I flashed a sad half smile at him. He opened his mouth to say something but silence lingered in the air a bit.
"What have you been eating lately?" He asked quietly then. I sighed with relief. Everyone looked back at me.
"I think it must have been the Oreos," I shrugged.
"Oreos give my cat diarrhea," Brittany shrugged. I ignored her.
Mr. Shue walked in the room and started babbling until he noticed everyone was circled around me. The attention felt good, but I knew I wasn't going to later on.
"Is everyone alright?" Will asked, looking between us all, slowly placing some sheet music on the piano.
"Santana's fat," Brittany announced to Mr. Schue. I rolled my eyes again.
"She seems to be suffering from depression therefor leading to massive food consumtion which would later on result to-"
"Shut up Berry!" I warned. "Mr. Schue, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this," I got up from my seat and weaved through everyone's chairs to get to the front of the room. I looked at Will with an apologetic smile. "I quit glee club." I stated, turning around to look at everyone's disbeliefed faces.
Sam pressed his lips together and looked at me. I smiled at him and then walked out the door as everyone started to frantically whisper to one another.
Monday Night
I waited at BreadstiX for a special guest I haven't had the courage to talk to yet. Which reminded me of the picture of this guest that hung in Kurt's locker with the exact word 'courage' in magazine cut-out letters underneath the frame. I was feeling sick again, but that's because I was hungry and decided to not order anything until this guy was here, so I wouldn't be called off as rude. I had to befriend Blaine, if anything, I had to know that he trusted me enough to realize that I wasn't sleeping around with his boyfriend. Kurt already told me he was suspicious of everytime he went to Kurt's room, he would smell something a little off. Kurt just replied that that something must have been Finn's socks that he snuck into Kurt's hamper so he didn't have to wash them himself. Kurt said that Blaine was the type of guy who was easy-going, but his level of trust was sowly decreasing between the two. Kurt also mentioned that Blaine asked him if he's ever kissed a girl that "counted", which I'm guessing Kurt's response would've been Brittany, knowing that they've had a 'thing' once, but I remembered Kurt say something about that kiss not being counted. So I was curious as to what he responded with. I could just picture his lady lips turn up in a nervous smile as he shook his head, eyes a little narrow as he told Blaine "no other kiss has counted unless they've left your lips". I snickered at my own thoughts.
Something deep in my stomach told me that this wasn't such a great idea, but I knew perfectly well that I had to do this. Not only for me, but for Kurt. I decided to help myself to a couple of breatsticks. I saw him enter the eatery, a smile on his dapper-boy face and his hair slicked back. He rocked a tight-fitted red v-neck and blue jeans. Pink sunglasses hung from his neck line. No, he wasn't gay at all. He saw me and waved. I waved back.
"I just wanted to mention that this place has the best breadsticks ever. And the cutest uniforms ever, too." Blaine charmed a waitress as she refilled our diet cokes. She just giggled and trotted away. He dug into his pizza as I picked at my salad. "Are you just gunna play with your food or actually eat something?" He asked with a chuckle, wiping his mouth and smiling at me. I looked into his happy hazel eyes. I sighed.
"No, I'm fat as it is." I sighed.
He rolled his eyes, "Shut up, you're not fat." He smiled. I half-smiled back.
I didn't know how to make him gain my trust, but if anything, I had to lead him on a topic that no one ever really wants to mention to their friend-with-benifit's lover.
"As you can tell, me and your boyfriend are... very good friends," I said, peering at him through my eyelashes.
Blaine laughed and nodded, "Of course, he wont shut up about you, it's like he has this ginormous, secret school-girl crush on you that he's too affraid to admit it," He winked and took another giant bite out of his slice. I cleared my throat and looked down at my dish, suddenly loosing my appetite.
I then looked up at him and smiled.
"You know what would be crazy?" I asked, suddenly regretting the next few words that slipped out of my mouth, "If he got some random girl preggo because he was curious of how girl's work." I laughed, putting on my poker face as I saw one of Blaine's eyebrows raise drastically. He frowned and put down his pizza slowly and wiped his mouth again.
"I thought he tried that with some girl named Brianna?" He asked, I shook my head.
"Her name's Brittany. And it was only making out," I shrugged, feeling my blood turn to ice in my veins. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped smiling completely, the happiness in his hazel eyes have dissapeared, and instead of a very dark green, they were a very dark brown.
"Right... Brittany..." He said, nodding slowly and looking at his hands, "Brittany's pregnant?" He asked, his tone dark as he looked at me with an evil glare. I swallowed hard and flung some hair off my shoulder.
"No... no..." I shook my head again, feeling a little dizzy at the suspense in Blaine's eyes.
He then smiled and his whole face lit up. Hell, the whole room lit up. His teeth glimmered in the dim light of the restaurent.
"So what's the problem?" He asked, finishing his crust and leaning his elbows on the table to hold his face in his hands. Damn he was hot.
"Nothing, I was just curious of how you would react if it ever did happen." I shrugged.
He rolled his eyes but continued to smile.
"I doubt Kurt would ever cheat on me in the first place, but if he got a girl pregnant... we would deffinately be taking a long break," He chuckled and grabbed a crunchy breadstick, crushing it and sprinkling it on my salad, "Try that," He said.
I reluctantly scooped some salad into my mouth, but later smiled as I processed the sweet and salty flavour.
"Good thinking," I nodded, adding some more crushed up breadstick. Blaine laughed.
The rest of the night, we changed the topic, quickly forgetting I even brought it up. Just then a red-headed waitress came along with our original blonde waitress, brought us a couple of beers, and took away our completed dishes. I raised my eyebrow and looked over at the girls.
"We didn't order these," I said, pointing down at the mugs.
"It's on the house, cutie," The blonde smiled and winked at me, walking away. The red-head blew a kiss to Blaine. He blushed.
I looked at Blaine with disbelief. He laughed and shrugged, sipping the drink and cringing at the bitter flavour.
"Someone likes us," He said, looking over at the two young girls giggling and wiggling their fingers at us flirtingly.
"Yeah," I said, laughing as I showed Blaine the coaster under the beer. It read "Abbey" and then, what I'm guessing, a cell number.
He looked at his own coaster and a similar thing was written on it, only the girl's name was "Michelle". He took a pen from his God-knows-where and wrote "Sorry Michelle, I'm taken" on it. I laughed as we continued to drink our beers.
By the end of the night, we were a little buzzed. It wasn't that bad to drive, even though if we were caught, we would get into big trouble for underaged drinking and drunk driving. So Blaine called his mom to ask if she can drive us back to our houses, which she gladly did. I would probably have to go back to get my car in the morning.
Tuesday
Kurt's dad, Burt, offered to drive out of his way to pick me up and get my car. He said he owed me for driving his son every morning from the Lima Bean.
As long as I keep keeping up this lie, I won't be brought down to the gutters of the popularity peak. True, I was having a little pity party, but I couldn't help myself when I was one hundred and thiry-sum pounds instead of one seventeen. Kurt and I haven't been hanging out alot lately, even though sometimes I wish he was there to comfort me. Hanging out with Blaine sort of made me feel really guilty, but that didn't stop me from being with Kurt. I needed him. And as cliche as it sounded, his love was my drug.
I picked up my car from BreadstiX and Kurt told his dad he needed to talk to me. He hugged Burt and hopped into the passenger seat of my Honda. I reffed the engine and waved a goodbye to Burt as he dissapeared into the distance.
"So you needed to talk to me?" I asked, turning the corner to the school parkinglot. He frowned and I raised an eyebrow.
"Drive past the school." He demanded. I sighed and did as he said. "Can you pull over in there?" He asked, pointing to some nearby trail.
I pulled in and shut off the engine. Just before I could look over at Kurt, he put his hand on my face. I looked over and he leaned in to press his lips against mine...
AN: Smut in next chapter! PROMISE!
