AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I feel like I've lost my momentum for this story. Idk if I'll keep going. Tell me if you guys would miss it if it's not updated anymore.


After school Santana drove to Sam's house, she knocked on the door and he let her inside.

"Hey how was school?" He said hugging her.

"I told Sue." Santana said.

"What did she say?"

"I told her about my sister too."

"How did she react?"

"She…she…tried to comfort me."

"And?"

"I had to leave…" Santana trailed off and Sam just nodded. They went up to Sam's room and he helped her with her homework.


Sometime later in the evening Sam and Santana were sitting on Sam's bed watching a movie and playing footsie when he brought up the baby.

"Don't you think we should tell our parents soon about the baby?"

"No," Santana said stuffing some popcorn into her mouth.

"Santana…your parents are going to notice."

"No they won't," she said with her mouth full.

"Santana, what about when we have to buy things for her."

Santana choked a little when he called the baby her, "Don't you have a job?"

"Yea."

"Believe me my parents won't notice," Santana took another handful of popcorn. "Watch this part, it's one of my favorites." She said pointing to the TV.

"Santana." Sam took the remote, turned off the TV, and took the popcorn from her. "Santana, this is happening. It's real. You are pregnant, with my child. We are doing this. It's not something we can hide anymore. Tonight we're telling my parents when they come in. You can stay for dinner and we'll tell them during dinner. Ok?" He looked her directly in her eyes.

Santana's stomach twisted in knots as he said this to her. Her chest became tight and she started to have trouble breathing. "Yea, sure." She managed to get out. Sam turned the movie back on and put the popcorn back on the bed.

Santana looked at the TV and it was all blurry. She could feel herself shaking and suddenly the room was 100 degrees. She took off her shirt now sitting in a tank top. Sam apparently noticed her shaking.

"You ok Santana?" He said looking at her with a worried look.

"Yea I'm fine, it's just really hot in here." She tried to take a handful of popcorn, but her hand was shaking and she dropped it onto the floor. "Sorry!" She started to pick up the popcorn still shaking.

"It's ok, I'll go downstairs and get the vacuum and some more." Sam climbed off the bed and went downstairs.

When Sam left the room Santana stood up and nearly fell over. She tried to make her way to the bathroom, barely able to make out the door. She made it to the bathroom and closed the door.

"No Santana, don't do this to yourself." She said looking at herself in the mirror. She turned on the water and doused her face with cold water. "Oh god, this can't be happening, not now." She said.

Santana's breathing sped up and she started to have trouble breathing. She sat down on the cold tile floor and put her hand on her chest. She had started sobbing uncontrollably and could barely breathe. She looked down at her stomach and her heart raced even faster.

"Oh my god, oh my god, no, no no." She was able to stand up and move over to the toilet and throw up.

"SANTANA ARE YOU OK?" She heard Sam yell from downstairs. She tried to get her breathing steady and failed. She sat down in the corner and let the attack run its course.


When Santana came out of the bathroom she was a mess. Her makeup was nonexistent on her face and her hair was a mess.

"Hey, I was getting worried." Sam patted the spot where she was sitting on his bed for her to climb on.

"I have to go." Santana said abruptly.

"What do you mean you have to go? We have to wait for my parents to come home." Sam said standing up.

"No I have to go." Santana avoided Sam's eyes and put on he blouse and sweatshirt quickly. She grabbed her bag and walked down stairs, Sam followed her.

"Bye Sam." She opened the door and walked down the drive way.

When she got in her car tears started to form in her eyes, but she was able to get back to her house before she started crying. She pulled into the long stone driveway of her Lima Heights Mansion and sat there. She looked down at her stomach and started to cry, again. When she was done she grabbed her bag and walked into her house. Her parents weren't home yet so she was able to go up to her bedroom and relax. She pulled out her phone and started a group message with Quinn and Puck.

Santana: It happened again.

She held onto her phone and waited for either of them to text her back. Quinn replied quickly and Puck a few seconds later.

Quinn: You had another attack?

Noah: a panic attack?

Santana: Yea at Sam's house.

Quinn: What caused it?

Santana: He wanted us to tell our parents, start getting ready for her to come.

Noah: Did you tell him what happened?

Quinn: It's a girl!?

Santana: No. And yea Quinn it's a girl.

Noah: Are you going to tell your mom?

Santana: No…

Quinn: You should Santana, if you have another one it could be worse.

Noah: Yea, you really should so you can go back to you therapist.

Santana: I'm not telling anyone but you 2. I'll see you guys tomorrow I'm going to sleep. Love you both goodnight.

Noah: Nite San.

Quinn: See you guys tomorrow.