As if these events were purposely swimming this way, he showed up on a Thursday. He was greeted by a wide eyed Rachel Berry who, for the first time he'd seen, was quiet. She mumbled a quick 'Santana isn't here' before steps were heard down the hall.
"Berry! Is that the FedEx guy? Don't tell me you're warming up to sing because that's the only time I've ever heard you..quiet." Her screamed lowered to a whisper as she saw the figure in the door. It certainly wasn't the delivery guy dropping off the book Santana ordered for Quinn's birthday.
His heart dropped at the sight of her. She looked even more stunning than he remembered, if that was possible. He didn't understand how a few weeks suddenly seemed like years of not seeing her in front of him. Her loose raven curls framed her bare face. His eyes trailed down her features, noticing her lightly dropped jaw that matched the shock of her eyes. She wore bright red basketball shorts and hidden under the lower part of her black tank top, even in the slightest, was a growing bump. If he believed on that myth of a woman "glowing" during pregnancy, he could swear she showed it. She was radiant, and he tried to think of someway to express it but the only thing that left his lips was the breath taken whisper of,"You're so beautiful."
Expect an update soon. xx,K