A/N: Wow thank you so much for all the reviews and stuff it means a lot. Also sometimes when I'm in Rachel's P.O.V I forget to write Noah instead of Puck so I'm apologizing in advance if I ever do that.
Disclaimer: If I owned glee Quinn would be with Joe instead of Puck and Finn wouldn't have joined the army but I don't so season three ended with Quick kisses and Finn leaving Rachel at a train station. Excuse me while I sob in the corner. I only own this plot.
Santana's P.O.V
I go up to Rachel the next day with a bag full of stuff that I took from her house yesterday but in it is also part of my plan. I walk up to her while she's at her locker.
"Hey preggers!" she snaps her head at me and then turns back to her locker.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh but I think you do. And me being the amazing Auntie Santana that I am I went to the store and got you a little present." This is when I pull out some Month to Month Pregnancy book I found out the store for cheap. "Here take it." She takes it then looks at it.
"What the hell is your deal Satan? I am not pregnant."
"Really because I think the receipt says otherwise."
"What receipt?"
"Open the book," I turn to leave but before I go I turn back to her holding out the bag "Here; I took this stuff from your house yesterday when I was looking for evidence." And then I turn and walk away not waiting for a reaction. I know I've got her just where I want her to be and now I just have to wait for twelve-thirty.
Rachel's P.O.V
I quickly open the stupid book to find that it's in the section of the third month about morning sickness. That's not the only thing that catches my eye. The book mark that was marking the page was the receipt from the pharmacy that day when I got the pregnancy test. On it is written 'Hey preggers! Meet me on the stage in the auditorium at twelve-thirty or everyone finds out about your little secret. Love Auntie Santana.' What the hell am I going to do? I know Santana has something planned, she has to I mean she's Santana. But if I don't go then everyone will know and I just can't handle that right now. I guess I'll just have to go and take whatever she dishes out to me. I look around the hall and notice that it's empty so that means I'm going to be late for class so I run really fast to the English room where the only seats open happen to be the ones next to Santana-definitely not- and Noah who I haven't spoken to since I snapped at him. I must be standing there a while because the teacher speaks up.
"Is there a problem Miss Berry?" Everyone looks up at me.
"No." I say quietly.
"Then take a seat." I quickly head to the seat next to Noah and pull out my book because from what it looks like we're just reading and taking notes so I take out a pen and notebook too. I open to the page I'm on when a piece of paper slides over to me which is written on in Noah's illegible handwriting but I manage to make out what it says.
Why were you late?
I was sick.
Then why is Santana starring at you with her Queen Bitch smirk?
I don't know.
You're lying. I know this because when you looked up at her just now you got paler.
You're just being stupid.
Oh am I? What the hell is going on? Does she know?
I don't have to answer because the teacher speaks up. "Miss Berry and Mr. Puckerman is there something you would like to share with the class?"
"No ma'am," Noah says.
"Then I suggest you go back to work."
The rest of the periods seemed to drag on until it was finally twelve-thirty and I was supposed to be at lunch but Noah probably wouldn't notice my absence because we're mad at each other. I walk onto the stage of the auditorium calling Santana's name when I don't see her."Santana? It's Rachel! Santana?"
That's when I hear her voice yell 'Now!' and the next thing I know I am being hit with cold sticky slushy from every direction. I have never been this covered in it and it's awful.
"I figure I would help you out Berry. Babies are messy and all and I figure that you could use the practice cleaning up." Damn Santana. I hear her heels and other footsteps going off and then just when I think it's safe to start cleaning myself up one more is dumped on me. At this point I can't stop the tears that are falling down my face as I use my hands to scrape off all excess slushy before opening my eyes.
