A/N: My entry for Dantanchel Week day two: Rachel's pregnancy.

The cigarette was close to burning Santana's fingers. Flicking it away, distractedly walking forward to grind it under her heel, she stared out into space with her arm wrapped around her waist. Her breath curled in white in front of her.

Rachel.

Rachel was...

Pulling another cigarette out of the pack in her waitress blouse breast pocket, Santana shielded it from the wind to light it, pursed between her lips. It wasn't a cigar, like she'd prefer it to be, but it was something.

Managing a few deep puffs, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Pulling it out, breathing through her nose after exhaling out smoke, Santana groaned. Dani. It wasn't Santana's place, and truthfully, she didn't know what to say to the other girl anyway.

Though...

Maybe Rachel had reached out to her already too?

Curious now, she opened up the text.

We need to talk.

Santana's lips quirked up in a humorless smile. About what?

You know what.

No. Santana didn't know what. You're going to have to be more specific than that.

When five minutes passed and Dani didn't respond, Santana sighed, crushing the second cigarette under her heel. There was at least twenty minutes left in her break, and it wouldn't hurt to see if Rachel was already out of class, not held behind, and already at work.

Instead, though, Dani appeared, the door leading into the diner closing behind her. Her hands were pushed into the pockets of her jacket, eyes looking distracted even as she somehow managed to meet Santana's gaze. "You're smoking again?" she asked,

A laugh skittered out of Santana's mouth. She turned, looking out down the alley. It wasn't like she had quit two weeks before or anything. "It seemed appropriate." A corner of her lips turning up, she walked forward, trying to figure out if Dani was going to reach out to her, or if she was going to have to wrap her arms around Dani instead.

In answer, Dani's hands lifted, slipping around Santana's sides. She stepped into Santana's body, her face pressing into Santana's neck. "Rachel's... Rachel's pregnant," she murmured, stilted, as if she was gauging if Santana knew already or not.

Well, that answered Santana's question. Wrapping her arms around Dani's shoulders, Santana nodded. "I know," she said quietly.

"Her ex-boyfriend's?"

Jealousy sparked through Santana's body, and she groaned inside her head, burying her face into her girlfriend's hair. "Probably," still, she managed.

It was Dani's turn to nod. Her lips brushed along Santana's neck. "At the wedding?"

"Probably," Santana repeated.

It was strange, being the "strong one" between her and Dani. But then, she had known about the possible pregnancy for a day longer than Dani had.

"Mmm." Dani sagged. Her arms constricted around Santana's waist. "Well?"

Pulling back, Santana raised her eyebrow at Dani. "Well?"

Dani closed her eyes, shaking her head. She rested her cheek against Santana's neck again. "You going to be there for her?"

"Kinda have to," Santana mused, stroking up and down Dani's back, "Dating her and all."

A soft laugh puffed against Santana's neck, and Dani nodded, straightening, suddenly stronger and more centered than before. "Me too," she smiled, leaning into kiss Santana before taking a step back, hand curling around Santana's, "Considering I'm dating her, too."

"You are?" Santana grinned. Her fingers tightened around Dani's.

Dani's eyes gleamed, and she pressed another kiss to Santana's lips, "Oh yeah. Totally dating her. You too? Gonna support her too?"

The alley door to the diner opened again, and Rachel, wide eyed and terrified, pale, stepped out. "You're both out here?" she asked.

Santana smiled, and held her hand out to the younger girl, kissing her forehead as she stepped forward, Dani hugging her as well. "I love you," she answered, and it, somehow, for both Dani and Rachel, totally answered everything.