"This is Brinn Marie Hudson."
Everyone stared at Finn as if he had grown another head. Finn in turn avoided everyone's eyes, especially Kurt's. No one spoke. Then they all spoke at once. Different questions were being thrown at Finn and Quinn. Quinn looked up at Finn, who was squeezing his eyes shut. Mr. Schuester noticed Finn's pale face and intervened.
"Hey, one at a time! One at a time!" He rubbed a hand over his face. When everyone quieted down, Finn opened his eyes. "Brittany?" Mr. Schuester called on the girl with her raised hand.
"Is she your baby, Quinn?" Brittany asked, confused as usual. They all looked at Brittany and Quinn.
"No, she's not," Quinn started, slowly. "She's only about eight days old, and she's … she's … she's Santana's."
The entire glee club gasped and started whispering again.
"Dude, you knocked up Lopez?" Puck asked in disbelief. "Are you even sure it's yours? That chick slept around."
"This is why you didn't want to date me?" Rachel exclaimed.
Mr. Schuester sighed tiredly. "Guys? Please?"
Artie timidly raised his hand. Mr. Schuester nodded at him. "Where is Santana?" Kurt raised his eyebrow at this question. Finn looked at Quinn and Quinn looked at Finn. Finn's breathing got shallow.
"Do you need to sit down, guys?" Mr. Schuester asked. They got many worried looks before Finn shook his head. Brittany was staring wide-eyed at them.
"Santana's dead." Finn choked out. Kurt glared at Finn and stormed out of the room, heading towards the back of the house. The kids he sang with every week stared at him. "Excuse me, I need … some air or something." He handed his baby to Quinn and rushed down the hallway in the opposite direction of Kurt, as the rest of the glee club was left to process the news Finn had just dropped on them.