Santana's Request

Author: GleekShip

Spoilers: End of Season 2 Through Season 3. May or May Not Use

Summary: Santana runs to Kurt in a time of need and makes one request of him.

Pairings: Kurt/Santana!Friendship

Santana's Request

Second Day of School

"Just hold the book in front of your stomach."

Santana lets out a groan. "This isn't going to full anyone."

"Yes it will." Kurt says sternly. "If you hold the book in front of your stomach, and with the hoodie being loose on you, it should work. The book will pull focus from your stomach. Trust me . . . I know what I'm doing." Kurt leans over and presses a kiss to Santana's forehead. "You'll be fine."

Santana lets out a deep breath and nods. "Of course I will."

"That's my girl. Now come on." Kurt says as he opens his car door and steps out onto the school parking lot.

Santana takes another breath before joining him.

"So." She starts as they stand together in front of the car, watching the students flood into the school. "Do you wanna go in holding hands . . . or we could-"

"Let's just stay by each other for now. We're best friends, but-" He looks to Santana. "I want to be kept up to date since we don't share that many classes. Got it?"

Santana reaches out and takes his hand. "Got it." She whispers.

Kurt squeezes her hand. "Just be strong. No one knows anything. This is just another day, and . . . t's our senior year." Kurt smiles.

Santana lets out a squeal before pulling Kurt into a hug. "I still can't believe we're still doing this."

"Believe it. We're having a child and finishing senior year." Kurt squeezes her hand one last time before letting go. "Come on. We have a few minutes before class to mingle with everyone."

Santana smiles as Kurt leads them across the parking lot and into the school.

Both of them quickly scan the halls as they start down the nearby hallway.

"No weird looks." Kurt whispers to Santana. "I guess everyone is kind of used to us being friends after last semester."

Santana nods, impressed. "I figured it'd still be big news."

Kurt shrugs. "Oh well." He holds out his arm to her. "Shall we?"

Santana goes to loop her arm with his, but he is shoved into the lockers before he gets a chance. He cries out in pain as he slides to the floor.

"Welcome back fairy." Karofsky yells as he high-fives Azimio.

Santana turns to glare at the two. She drops the books in front of her, her guard, and her hoodie flies open, revealing her pregnant stomach.

"What the hell!" She yells.

Every mouth in the hallway drops as they take in her stomach. She ignores them.

"You . . . you're pregnant . . . "Karofsky stutters out.

"And hormonal as hell." She snaps as she punches him in the face.

He goes flying back into Azimio and they fall back on the ground.

Santana takes a daring step forward. "You will leave Kurt alone for now on, or so God help me . . . your bodies will never be found. Got it!" She yells.

Both boys nod their heads as they half-crawl, half-limp away from the raging girl.

Kurt slowly stands up with a grunt and makes his way to Santana. "Santana." He warns as he grabs her hoodie and wraps it tight around her.

She shoves his hands out of the way and grabs his face. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"No Santana. I'm fine. But you need to-" He reaches for the hoodie again. "-Hide yourself."

Santana grabs his wrist and pulls them away from her body. "It's too late. Everyone's already seen." She adds as she watches the observant hallway out of the corner of her eye. "I guess that cat's out of the bag."

Kurt chuckles. "I guess so." He bends down to pick up her books. "Come on." He stands back up and hands them to her. "Let's get to class before we're mobbed."

"Wait." She pulls him into a hug and drags them to the nearby lockers. "Let's listen." She whispers.

Kurt closes his eyes and focus.

"We knew she'd eventually get knocked up."

"But why is she with the gay kid."

"What if he?"

"No way. Gay guys can't get chicks pregnant."

Kurt snorts at this one. "Should we tell them that I'm that father?" Kurt whispers into her ear.

Santana barely shakes her head. "No. It's none of their business."

Kurt presses a kiss to her neck. "We'll have to let the glee club know. And then everyone will know."

Santana nods. "Let's just do that once. Just rip the first bandaid off."

Kurt pulls back and presses a kiss to her forehead, re-igniting the rumor mill. He smiles as he takes Santana's hand in his and leads them out of the empty hallway and into the stairwell.

"Is this why you've dumped me?" A voice asks.

They turn around to see Puck staring at the bottom of the staircase.

"Dang it. I was hoping we'd at least make it to lunch until the questions started

Kurt bits back a laugh as Santana turns to glare at Puck. "What are you talking about?"

Someone sent out a mass text saying that, and I quote, 'Slutana Lopez is prego. Told every1 n frnt Spnsh Rm.' So-" He takes a few steps up the staircase. "Is it true? Is that why you won't sleep with me anymore?"

Santana straightens her back. "Yes, it's true. I'm pregnant. And it is one of the reasons why I won't sleep with you." She squeezes Kurt's hand.

Puck takes a few steps until he's two down from Santana and leans forward. "Is it mine?" He whispers as he looks down at her stomach.

He reaches out to touch her, but she slaps his hand away. "It's not yours."

"Are you-"

"I'm positive." Santana says softly.

"But it has-"

"It's not." Santana insists.

"How do you know?" Puck demands.

"Because I already know who the father is."

Puck's eyes flicker to Kurt briefly before turning back to Santana. "Who?"

Santana gulps. Kurt wraps his arms around her.

"It's mine." He whispers. "I'm the father."

Puck stumbles back a step. "No . . . it can't . . . you're gay." Puck takes a step forward.

"I am the father." Kurt stares down Puck. "Not you. Me."

"I don't believe you." Puck doubts. "Tell the truth or I'll find it on my own."

"We're not going to stand here and explain it to you." Santana says as she slowly pushes Kurt up the stairs. "We'll tell everyone about it in glee."

Puck reaches up and grabs her wrist. "You'll tell me now."

Kurt grabs Puck's wrist and yanks it from Santana.

"You son of a-"

"Leave him alone Puck." Santana snaps. "You have no right to touch me. Not anymore."

She turns and drags Kurt upstairs before turning back to face Puck. "And leave Kurt alone. I won't deal with your crap anymore and neither will he. Now if you've . . . ever had any . . . feelings for me, then you'll leave us alone. And you'll let your friends know too."

She doesn't wait for a response before dragging Kurt to the second floor.

Santana suddenly crumbles into Kurt's arms.

"Hey." Kurt holds her tightly. "It's going to be okay." He places his chin on top of her head. "What's wrong?"

"It's just . . . I thought that I would at least be able . . . to pass as normal for a while, but then Karofsky happened." She pulls back from Kurt's hold. "And then Puck . . ."

Kurt glances a the emptying hallway and makes sure that no one is near them. "Is it possible . . . that Puck's the father?"

Santana slowly nods.

Kurt catches his breath. "So that's why . . . just a minute ago . . ." he takes a step back and runs his hand through his hair. "Are you . . . are you going to talk to him?"

"No." She says instantly as she wipes her tears away on her sleeve. "I don't know if it is and he never will." She takes a step towards Kurt. "We talked about this."

Kurt leans back against the wall. "I know, but . . . it just hit me . . . about how real this is. All of it and . . . I didn't think about him." He looks down at Santana. "I didn't realize at the time about how close I would be . . . to one of the possible fathers. I completely forgot about you and him, but . . . what is the likelihood that he is . . . the real one?" He asks quietly.

Santana wraps her arms around herself. "A good percentage. Like . . . 80%."

"Oh gosh." Kurt mutters as he runs his hand through his hair again.

"I got with him at least twice a week. I only got with other guys once or twice period before I moved on. I always went back to him. To Puck." Santana admits. "But even if he is . . . he isn't."

Kurt slowly nods. "I know, it's just . . . reality. That's all." He sighs and grabs Santana's hand. "Come on." He snaps out his phone in his other hand while she takes his offered one. "We need to figure out what we're going to say."

"What are you doing?" She asks as she watches his busy fingers on his phone.

"We're meeting in the choir room during lunch. I texted Quinn to pick us up some food and meet us a bit early before everyone gets there."

She smiles and leans into his side. "What would I do without you?"

Let me know what you think. This chapter was harder to write than most because of Puck, but I think it turned out good. It was also hard to write Santana's reveal. Please leave me a long review.