(3 months later)
Santana sits at the kitchen table with her right leg crossed over her left reading the latest celebrity gossip magazine. Rachel on the opposite end of the table curiously stares at Santana while she sips on her tea.
"What are you staring at Berry?" Santana asks in a sing song tone without taking her eyes off her magazine.
"Nothing" Rachel answers still staring at Santana.
"Then stop staring at me you closet lesbian" Rachel glares and sets her cup down and then clears her throat. Santana closes her magazine and looks up at Rachel. "What"
"I just…it's just well…are you ever going to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?"
"You know…you and Brittany"
"There's nothing to talk about"
"Come one Santana. Last time I checked you two were just friends but last week when I saw you two at the store I knew it was more. Those stolen glances and light touches. You two looked different together"
"Stalker much" Rachel sighs and Santana rolls her eyes and opens her magazine again ignoring Rachel. "Santana I'm talking to you!" Rachel says raising her voice.
"Will you be quiet?" Santana snaps. "Brittany is sleeping and I swear if you wake her up you see this heel" Santana stretches her foot out. "It's going to go so far up your…"
"I get it I get it" Rachel quickly says cutting Santana off. Rachel sinks a little back into her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and sighs. "I just don't want you getting hurt okay." It's Santana's turn to sigh. She can see the concern in Rachel's eyes. "She hurt you once before and I don't want that to happen again" Santana frowns.
"I know and I don't want that to happen either"
"I mean what going on Santana? Are you two together? Working on it? What?"
"Both. We're together and working on it at the same time"
"Were you ever going to tell me?" Santana shrugs. "I thought we were friends, I thought that after everything we've been through you'd trust me enough to tell me things" Rachel says with a little disappointment in her voice.
"Will you stop being so sappy, I was going to tell you just not right away because I knew you'd react the way you are right now and then your big mouth will tell the world"
"Okay one I don't have a big mouth and two I'm just trying to look out for you. I was there when she broke your heart and I don't want her manipulating you into getting back together. How do you know she's not just lonely and sad about Sam being gone?"
"It's not like that"
"No? Because that's what it looks like" Santana just shakes her head.
"None of you will ever get it"
"Get what?"
"What Brittany and I have. Just please trust me I know what I'm doing"
"I just don't want you to get hurt"
"I don't want to get hurt either but its Brittany… I can't just… I made the decision to try again. I heard what she had to say and I made the decision so please just trust my decision" Rachel nods her head letting Santana know she understands.
"SAAAAANNTAAAAANAAAAAA"
"I didn't do it. I was just nodding my head" Rachel quickly utters after the two of them hear Brittany yell. All Santana does is grab her magazine and open it back up. "Aren't you going to see what's wrong? She yelled pretty loud"
"Nope, she's fine" Santana tells Rachel as she flips a page over.
"She didn't seem like she was fine"
"She's fine" Santana repeats.
"I'm going to go check on her something could be wrong" Rachel gets up from her chair.
"No you're not. Sit down Berry, she's fine"
"No I'm going" Rachel says shaking her head. Santana keeps her eyes on her magazine as Rachel walks past her and heads for the bedroom and two minutes later she comes right back to the kitchen with an annoyed look on her face. "She wants two sandwiches. One turkey and one peanut butter and jelly but not strawberry jelly she wants grape and the bread can't have any crust and it has to be cut into four squares oh and she wants a diet coke" Santana smirks.
"I told you she was fine but you didn't want to listen"
"What if she really needed you though?"
"Then she would have yelled the other way"
"What other way?" Rachel asks as she gathers the things she needs to make Brittany's sandwiches.
"Brittany has three types of yells. The first one is the lazy yell where she drags my name which always means she wants to me to get her something. The second one is the one where she really needs help and when she yells like that it comes out more like a statement. She doesn't drag my name"
"And the third one?"
"The third one is when she's yelling my name actually more like moaning my name over and over and over" Santana says with a cocky smirk.
"Eww Santana. Too much information"
"You asked midget"
"SANNNNNNTANA GET OVERRRRR HERE RIGHT NNNNNNNOW! OWW! SON OF A OWWW"
"What about that one? That didn't sound like any of the three you just described" Rachel asks when they hear Brittany yell again.
"I…I don't know" Santana gets up from her chair. "I've never heard her yell like that before" Santana makes her way to the bedroom with Rachel right behind her. When she opens the door she sees Brittany hunched over by the bed with a big puddle of water by her feet.
"It just came out of me" Brittany says clearly in pain.
"Oh my god Brittany your water broke. You're going to have the baby" Rachel says with the biggest smile on her face.
"What! No, no, no, no, no. I'm not ready to have a baby. He needs to oww stay in my oww stomach"
"What are you talking about Britt you're ready. I think it's time to meet the little devil child as you like to call him" Santana says as she helps Brittany walk out the bedroom.
"I'm going to start the car and call Finn" Rachel yells as she takes off to the car.
"Come on Britt nice and easy let's get to the car" Santana calmly says as she continues to help Brittany down the hall.
"I can't do this San. I just can't"
"Yes you can and the when it's all over you'll have your little boy in your arms. Your little Diablo"
"Isn't that oww what your grandma oww calls you?" Santana laughs.
"Yeah it is"
"But he's a oww boy he can't oww oww have a oww girl name"
"No Diablo means…"
"Ethan" Brittany says cutting Santana off.
"What?"
"The baby… his name…it's Ethan" Santana just grins.
"Ethan" Santana repeats letting the name roll off her tongue. The two never talked about names. Brittany never seemed to be interested so to hear any name come out of Brittany's mouth was a surprise to Santana.
"Or Evan I haven't decided yet"
"Evan Evans. Do you want this child to be picked on all his life?" Santana jokes.
"I'm not using Sam's last name"
"Oh" The two just stare at each other until they hear two long honks come from outside that make them snap back to reality. They quickly make their way to the car and head to the hospital.
Rachel speeds the whole way to the hospital. At one point during that car ride as Rachel dodges pedestrians and speeds through red lights Santana didn't know if Rachel's driving was going to kill her or the bone crushing pain she was feeling from Brittany squeezing her hand every time she felt a contraction was going to kill her.
'There's Finn" Rachel swerves the car into the no parking zone and honks for Finn to come over to the car.
"Get this baby out of me, get this baby out of me" Brittany repeats over and over.
"Hey" Finn says with a smile as he opens the car door. Brittany reaches out and grabs Finn by the shirt pulling him close to her.
"Listen you I'd wipe that stupid looking smile off your face right now. Do you think my pain is something to smile about?" Finn pulls away and has this petrified look on his face. Santana starts laughing till Brittany shoots her an evil look that makes her stop. "Please get me out of this car NOW" Both Finn and Santana help Brittany out of the car and help her inside as Rachel goes and parks the car.
"Hello how may I help you?" The ER receptionist asks.
"You can help me by owww getting me some owww drugs and then getting this owww baby out of me"
"If you haven't noticed she's in labor. Her water broke about ten minutes ago" Santana tells the receptionist who gives her a smile.
"Go ahead and sit her in that wheelchair over there and I'll have a nurse come right away" Santana does as she's told and within seconds a nurse appears.
"Alright ladies lets go have a baby. Sir" The nurse calls out toward Finn. "The fathers are allowed to come too"
"I'm not the father. She is" Finn points to Santana who smacks him across the arm. The nurse looks at everyone with a confused expression.
"Can we do the intros oww oww oww later? I want this baby out of me!" Brittany says and the nurse quickly pushes her to the backroom and Santana follows right behind her.
Twenty minutes later Santana comes out to the waiting room and sees Rachel, Finn and Kurt all sitting around. They all get up and greet Santana with big smiles on their faces.
"Is he here? Can I see him? I bet he's adorable" Rachel says bouncing up and down.
"He's not here yet and it doesn't look like he'll be here anytime soon. She's only 2 centimeter. We still have 8 more centimeters to go before she can start pushing" Santana explains to the gang.
"Oh. Is she okay though? Can I go check on her?" Rachel asks and Santana nods.
"She's in room 311 oh and they gave her some pain medication to help with the contraction pains so she's not really making any sense" Rachel nods and heads out the door.
"I called her parents. Mrs. Pierce said they are taking the first flight out" Finn tells Santana.
"What about the Evans family?" Kurt asks. "Are you or should we call them?"
"I don't know" Santana says. "If it was up to me I would say no that family can kiss my ass for all I care but it's not my decision. Guess I'll ask Britt what she wants to do later but for right now they don't need to know she's here" Then with an angry look on her face Rachel reappears and then sits down in the nearest chair. "What happened?" Santana asks.
"She thought I was an Oompa-Loompa and asked if Willy Wonka sent me here to kidnap her baby and then she asked if I could get her some free chocolate" Everyone starts laughing. "It's not funny. Finn! Stop laughing this instant"
"Santana did say she was on pain medication. Don't take it so personal Rachel" Kurt says with a chuckle.
"I better go back and check on her I'll come back in a little while to give you all an update" Santana tells the group and then leaves. As she reaches Brittany's room a nurse comes out with a smile. "Does that smile mean she's ready to push?"
"I'm afraid not. She's still at two but she does have quite the imagination. Usually the medications we give make the patients sleepy but she's gone a little loopy. I hope your friend isn't too mad"
"Brittany's sensitive to pain medication but in her defensive our friend does look like an Oompa-Loompa" The nurse grins before walking away. "Hey" Santana greets Brittany with a smile.
"Hey"
"Heard you had a run in with an Oompa-Loompa"
"It wanted my baby" Santana laughs.
"Your parents are on their way and from the way this is going I'm sure they will be here before the baby comes out" Brittany frowns.
"He doesn't want to come out. I think he hates me"
"He doesn't' hate you" Santana comes closer to the bed and places a kiss on Brittany's forehead. "He knows today is his day and is waiting for the right time to make an entrance just like I like to do" Santana smiles.
"Can you talk to him? Tell him to come out. He listens to you" Santana nods her head and then kisses Brittany's belly.
"Hey little guy I think it's time to come out now. Everyone is waiting" Santana kisses Brittany's belly one more time and suddenly a loud beeping noise starts to go off. Both Santana and Brittany look over at the monitors and then two nurses appear and check the monitors while rambling off a bunch of medical terms that neither Brittany nor Santana could understand. "What's going on?" Santana asks.
"The baby is going into distress" The doctor says as she comes into the room and checks the monitors as well. The doctor checks Brittany and then injects some medication into Brittany's IV line which makes the beeping stop.
"Ms. Pierce I've got the baby to stabilize for now but I think it's best we do an emergency C-Section" The doctor explains.
"Can Santana be in there with me?" Brittany asks.
"Of course, I'm going to go get ready. The nurses will show Santana where to get the appropriate attire. I'll see you two in a little bit" The doctor leaves and Brittany begins to cry.
"Don't cry Britt everything will be okay"
"What if it's not?"
"It will be I promise"
"Ms. Lopez if you will follow me" The nurse says.
"I'm going to go change. I'll be right back" Santana kisses Brittany goodbye and follows the nurse to the hallway. She shows Santana what she needs to put on and then escorts her to the operating room where she instantly walks over to Brittany and grabs her hand. "Told you I'll be back"
"Okay you two are you ready?" The doctor asks and both Santana and Brittany nod their heads yes. "Okay Brittany you're going to feel some tugging and pulling"
"Great this baby not only made me fat but he's going to scar me for the rest of my life too" Brittany mumbles and Santana laughs. There's some tugging and pulling and finally a loud baby cry is heard.
"Ah there he is. Got some lungs on him too" The doctor says. She hands him over to a nurse who cleans him up, weights him and then wraps him up and brings him over to Santana. Santana takes the baby into her arms.
"Hey little guy, look Britt he's perfect" Santana brings him over to Brittany. Brittany weakly reaches out and strokes him on his cheek. A nurse comes over and takes the baby from Santana.
"We're just going to take him and run a few test to make sure he's okay" The nurse explains. Santana comes back to Brittany and kisses her forehead.
"He's here" She says with a smile and then the monitors start beeping. Santana looks down at Brittany whose eyes are closed. "No don't you dare. Brittany open your eyes!"
"She's losing a lot of blood" The doctor says.
"Brittany, open your eyes" A nurse comes over to Santana.
"Ms. Lopez you need to leave now"
"I'm not going anywhere"
"Ms. Lopez. We need you to leave. We can't help her with you here"
"I'm not going anywhere" It takes three nurses to finally push Santana out the room and the last thing she hears before they close the door is we're losing her . Santana falls back into the wall and lets herself slide down to the floor.
"She's gone"