When Worlds Collide

Pairings: Pucktana and eventual Samchel, mentions of St. Berry.

Friendships: Puckleberry, Pezberry, Spuck and Samtana

Word Count: 1,636 words


The rest of the day, Brittany, Puck and Santana took Eli all over. They wanted to cheer him up. "I don't like when Mama is sad." He said, frowning after they left the toy store. He'd gotten a new coloring book, and a few new superhero toys, thanks to Puck. "We don't like it when she's upset either, little dude." Puck told him, holding one of his hands. "Did Mama go to see Sammy?" He asked, curiously. "She sure did, bud. But she wanted us to tell you she loves you a lot, and tomorrow you're going to spend the entire day together. Just you and Mama, does that sound good?" Eli nodded excitedly. He was such a little mama's boy, it was adorable.

They met the girls, who decided to go shopping, and got a cab back to the apartment. They were barely out of the cab before Santana cried out in pain. Puck rushed to her side. "Babe? What's wrong?" He asked, concerned. Eli stood by Brittany, and watched wide eyed. "Fuck, babe… Talk to me!" Santana looked up at the man, her eyes filling with tears. "Hospital, now!" She shouted. "Britt, stay here with Eli, when Rachel gets back, she can bring him if she wants." Brittany nodded, and took the little boy's hand, and the bags. "Call me later!" She shouted to Puck, who nodded as they climbed back into the cab. She took the boy upstairs, and watched him for the night. He was a little fussy. "I miss my mama! I miss Uncle Puck and Aunty 'Tana! Aunty B, I want my mama!" He cried. Brittany didn't know what to do. "Come here, honey." She said, picking him up. He cried against her shoulder, and she just rubbed his back. "I'll call your mama, okay?"

Rachel was at Sam's for most of the day, ranting about how irresponsible it was for Jesse to just up and leave. Eventually, she sat down, and huffed, still angry. Sam was amazing, he just sat back and listened to her rant. He held her close to him, and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry baby, but I think I'm going to stay out of this one. It's between you and Jesse." He said. Rachel nodded. "I understand." She leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his lips, always enjoying the feeling. She didn't want to pull away quite yet, so she deepened it. She hesitantly pulled away when her phone rang, and smiled lightly at Sam.

Rachel looked at the caller ID, and picked up immediately. "Brittany? What's going on? What do you mean? Santana and Puck?" Rachel listened in silence as Brittany explained what was going on, and let her talk to Eli for a few minutes. She promised to be home soon, and hung up. "Sam, something's wrong with Santana… I need to go pick up Eli, and head to the hospital… Do you want to come?" She asked, worry written all over her face. "Yeah, of course. I'm coming, let's go."

Rachel, Sam, Brittany and Eli finally made it to the hospital, finding a teary eyed Puck in the waiting room. "They won't let me in to see her. They said something about the baby, and I don't know what's going on." The man looked like a mess. Rachel stepped forward and hugged her friend. "Noah, it's going to be alright, Santana and the baby are going to be okay." She said, hoping it was true. They all waited, Rachel holding Eli in her lap, and Sam's arm draped around her shoulder, and Brittany comforting Puck.

They all waited for some good news. A nurse emerged. "Noah Puckerman?" Puck jumped up, and sprinted to the nurse. They talked in whispered tones, and Rachel wanted to know what was going on. The man's face went from upset, to relieved, to heartbreak.

After a few minutes, he returned the small group of friends. "She lost the baby." He choked out. "She had a miscarriage. Something about the baby not being able to grow right… The baby's gone." Puck was unable to say anything else. Rachel could feel tears filling her eyes, her heart breaking for her two closest friends, and the loss of their child. She grabbed Puck's hand, and squeezed it tightly, to show she was here for him. He looked empty, any light in his eyes gone.

When they finally let visitors in to see the girl, Puck requested to go in first, alone. They all agreed instantly.

Puck closed the door behind him, and looked at his girlfriend, laying in that bed, tears swimming in her eyes. It killed him to see her like that. "San-" He choked out. "I don't want to talk about it." She said quietly. Puck nodded, and stayed on the far side of the room. "How're you feelin'?" He asked cautiously. "Like shit." She answered. The two were never ones for words, so he sat next to her on the bed, and held her hand while they cried. No words had to be said. After a while of this, Santana looked at Puck, and finally opened her mouth to speak. "What did we do wrong?" She asked. Puck looked at the ground and shook his head. "We didn't do anything wrong, baby. The baby just wasn't growing right, it was hurting him more than helping him to be in there."

Santana choked out another sob, and looked away from Puck. "This isn't fair. We were going to be a family. Me, you and our son." Santana closed her eyes and put her hand over her mouth. It literally destroyed Puck to see her like this. The woman he was completely in love with was practically dying, and he couldn't fix it. "Babe, look at me." She didn't turn her head, and Puck had to ask her a few times before she actually did. "Santana, we're going to get through this. It'll be hard, and I don't know how, but we're going to get through this. We've got a support system. We can do this, baby. As long as we stick together, we can handle this. We can get through anything. I love you, and so do all the other people out in the hall, waiting to see you." Santana nodded, and leaned over to kiss his lips softly. "Thank you," she whispered.

Things were hard for the next few weeks, but slowly and surely, Santana was returning to normal. To make things easier on the woman, Rachel and Eli spent a lot of time out of the house. Rachel thought that if Eli wasn't around Santana too much, it would help a little bit.

Rachel dropped Eli off with Jesse for the final weekend before he left for his show tour. The two had finally talked about it, and he would still be going on his tour. They were working out times for skyping, because really, Eli loved hanging out with his dad. And Eli's happiness was all that mattered to Rachel. She kissed his head, and hugged him tightly. "I'll see you in two days, baby. Have fun with daddy," Eli smiled, and left with Jesse. "Jesse, wait," She said. "What's up, Rach?" He asked. "I-I'm sorry for freaking out on you. It's just that I've been so stressed out lately, and it's hard for me sometimes… Not being able to do the things I want to do, when I want to do them, because I got pregnant so young. But nonetheless, Congratulations on your role. You'll kick butt at it, I know it." She smiled, and walked away, not giving Jesse a chance to say anything else.

When the girl got home, Brittany was there, Santana sitting on the couch. They were watching some movie on tv, and Rachel greeted them both, joining them. Things were quiet. Not awkward, but a comfortable silence. None of them wanted to talk about their problems, so they stayed quiet. Santana got up eventually, and went into her room. It was something she did lately, she always said she needed alone time. They let her do this, because it made her feel better, and that was all they wanted. After awhile, Brittany announced she was going to visit her family. She would only be in town for a few more days, and hadn't gotten the chance to see them yet. Rachel waved, and went to Santana's room, knocking on the door. "Come in," She said.

Rachel took a seat next to the girl on her bed, and squeezed her hand comfortingly. "How're you holding up?" Santana shrugged. "I don't know how to move on from this. Rachel, it's killing me inside, that I lost my baby. I-I don't know how to cope. I want to cope." Rachel nodded, not knowing what to say. "We'll get through this together, okay? I'll always be here for you. I promise." Santana wrapped her arms around the tiny brunette and sobbed. All Rachel could do was nod, and hold her best friend.

Over the next few weeks, Santana was getting better. She was slowly returning to the attitude filled latina that they all loved and adored. "Auntie 'Tana?" Eli asked her one morning when Rachel was still sleeping. "What's up little buddy?" She responded, a smile on her face while she made breakfast. "Are you ever gonna have another baby?" Santana froze, and took a deep breath. "Maybe someday. But this baby got really sick while he was in my tummy, and it wasn't helping, so he had to stop growing. But maybe sometime down the road, I'll have another baby. But now, it's time for you to go sit down, so we can eat." She said, poking the little boy on the shoulder. Eli smiled, and got comfy at the table.


A/N: How'd you guys like this chapter? The next chapter will be a little longer, I promise~ I just wanted to get a filler in for everyone! I should have the next chapter up by next week, and everything will start coming together for everyone. I don't know how long this fic is going to be, but I have quite a few ideas left for it. Hopefully I can work them in. Review, please! It's what fuels my inspiration, knowing that people are reading and enjoying the work!