Hey everyone! So, before you read this, I just wanna indicate that the reason it ends off kinda suddenly and with a quote, is because this was originally two parts, but I decided to break it down, because the second part was so big and emotional, that I wanted it to be a separate chapter. Anywhore, please enjoy this. The ever so lovable Dave Karfofsky is back, so we get some Sanofsky!Frendship. Yaaaaaaaay! Also, you find out how I played the suicide move. read&review&love!

Santana groaned tiredly as she entered her room, stretching out lazily onto her bed. School was a total blow out and Santana left like her head was going to explode. Fuckin hockey player. He was lucky Quinn was there to hold her back otherwise he'd be eating plastic little hockey pocks by now. She swore if she heard the words 'fertile Myrtle' one more time, someone's head will be cracking.

She closed her eyes, hoping to sleep until dinner, but woke only twenty minutes later. Santana quickly realized without cheer, her life was pretty boring. Well, aside from being pregnant and all that drama, of course. She was home earlier and her parents were both working until later that night, so there was nothing to do. Pulling out her phone, Santana decided to see who was up for hanging.

Scrolling through her contacts, Santana choose randomly, thinking whether she wanted to hangout with whoever it stopped on. Tina was first. She had to admit she kinda missed writing songs with C-squared, but she was all about her boyfriend now. After that came Quinn. That would've been a total yes, but Quinn was out with her mom, and Kurt and Blaine were having lunch with Blaine's older brother. Finn, Puck, and Sam all came up and they were all total no's. The Glee guys were cool and shit, but come on? None of them could handle hanging out with a pregnant girl, though Puck and Finn weren't too bad. Mercedes and Rachel were next, but she skipped them too.

Finally she stopped on Brittany and Santana groaned. She loved Brittany, she really did, but ever since word about her pregnancy got out, all Brittany as done is talk about how cute it's gonna be and whether it's gonna look like Santana or the father, and keeps wondering if maybe somehow she's the father too, and the baby will come out looking like her. It was somewhat adorable, but it was still annoying all the same.

She needed a day away from the blonde little pixie-stick, so Santana scrolled right over her. At one point Santana thought it was hopeless, that Quinn and the diet coke twins were the only ones she could actually stand to be around, until she stopped on someone else. Someone different. Someone she almost forgot about. Clicking on the name, she sent out a text, requesting to meet at Lima Bean. To her surprise, she got a reply a few minutes later with an answer. Smiling, Santana took her phone, grabbed her jacket, and headed out for coffee.

"And here I thought you had forgotten about me, Santana."

Santana smiled sweetly, leaning back in her chair as she held her coffee in her hands. It was good to see Karofsky after all this time. Not too long ago they were really all the other had and being beards was like a total bonding moment for them. It kinda sucked when he left William McKinley, but she understood. They were both scared to come out and he was brave enough to leave the trouble, unlike her, who hid behind Brittany the entire time, pretending to love cock and the smell of boys.

"I could never forget my beard. You were always my favorite!"

Dave laughed, shaking his head. "And you were mine." He told her. "So, what's going on, why the sudden urge to see me? I mean, I know I'm a handsome fellow, but come on."

"I just wanted a change," She shrugged. "The people at McKinley are cool, but I miss seeing my boo."

"That's sweet, San, I miss my babe." Dave smiled at their little nicknames. "So, what's new?"

"Nothing." Santana tells him quickly.

"Yeah? You look good, by the way. Got a bit of meat on your bones. I like it."

Santana smiled weakly. If she was self-conscious about anything due to the pregnancy, it was the weight she had been gaining. It took years of training and several trips to the bathroom to get her as thin as she was and just like all her lunches, it was going right down the toilet.

"Thanks." Clearing her throat, Santana composed a smile. "You look great too. Football been treating you good?" Dave was definitely fitter from the last time she saw him. He was still a big guy, but the baby fat was gone and had been replaced by rock hard muscle.

"That's sweet of you, San, but no. Back when I actually play, you know, at my other school, I was mostly just getting slammed by the other guys." He explained sadly.

"Oh. That had to hurt."

"Not as bad as being slammed into a locker." He murmured grimly.

"I-" Santana stopped herself, having not a thought of what to say. Reaching forward, she took her friends hand. "I'm proud of you, Dave. After what you did . . . it was just really scary. Knowing how much pain a bully can cause someone." Santana choked towards the end, but kept her eyes dry.

"I take it you're-"

"I came out, yeah." She nods. "It's a long story, but I'm out, and Britt and I are official."

"Really? That's fantastic! Congrats!"

"Yeah, it's wonderful." Santana sighed lamely.

"Hey, you okay?" Dave questions concerned. "You're not getting shit from coming out are you?"

Santana shook her head. "No. Not anymore. The first week sucked. I mean really . . . really sucked, but it's better now."

"Then what is it? Is everything okay with you and Britt? No trouble in paradise, is there?"

"No, no trouble. Not really. It just. . . ." Santana sighed, looking down at the cup in her hands. "It's complicated." She explains.

"Well, I may not be bright, but I'm a pretty good listen. Wanna talk about it? Just, don't give a of details. I mean, I'm may but I'm not like Kurt. I'm not gossip gay!"

Santana smiled brokenly. She hoped Dave would be as understanding as Kurt and Blaine had. Despite the rumors, not all gays love babies, and baby showers, or pretty much anything that has to do with children.

"Promise to keep a secret?" She asked, though it was useless, since the word was already out. She was surprised that bitch from the Cheerios who outted her to her uncle hasn't blabbed again, and her face isn't on TV for another scandal. "I'm pregnant."

Dave made a face that could only be seen as one of confusion and leaned back in his chair. "Shut up!" He waved her off, believing her words to be false. Sitting back, Santana unbuttoned her jacket, shimming it off, revealing the small, growing bump on her stomach. Dave stared for a long while, partly wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "But . . . how!"

"You asked no details." Santana smirked. "Long story anyway."

"Whose the father?"

Santana sighed heavily. That was definitely something she didn't want to try to explain. It's bad enough it's the child of some stuck-up rich-boy from some boarding school; a gay stuck-up rich-boy from some boarding school was so much worst! "Some guy I hooked up with one night while drunk off my mind." She exclaims. "A prick from a private school."

Dave scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Hate those damn guys. Does he know?"

"Wants nothing to do with it." Santana confirmed.

Dave's head shook slowly, his eyes flowing over with some mixed emotions. "Dick." He said gently. He watched her after that, his eyes never leaving hers. "Are you keeping it?" He asked after a long while. Santana answered with a small shrug, like it was nothing. "Wow. Go you! I mean, I'm totally Pro-whatever the girl wants, but you just don't seem like the type. At least not yet, you're only what? Eighteen now?" Santana nods again. "Don't mean to pry, but why keep it?"

"You know, I've been asking myself that for a while now, and I think I'll be asking it until the it's actually born. I just . . . can't imagine seeing myself doing anything else. With everything aside, the horror stories, and baby killers, and women's rights, this is the only thing I could see myself doing. Sure, I thought differently before, but when reality hits . . . I just couldn't do it."

"I'm gonna go ahead and guess you're putting it up for adoption."

"I may be giving birth, but I'm not fit to be a mom, not for real. Not yet, at least."

"Well, cheers to you, San. I'm proud of ya, really. It's a big deal to be pregnant and to do it while going to McKinley? Take's balls!"

"I thank you, Karofsky. It means a lot to me." Raising her cup, Santana tips it back, taking a small sip.

"Wait, aren't pregnant women not allowed to have caffeine and shit?"

"Yeah, why?" Reaching over, Dave swiped the cup from Santana's hands, tossing it in the trashcan behind her. "What the fuck!"

"No coffee for you. You're with child!"

"And you're attracted to fancy looking gay men! I don't throw a bridal magazine at you! Go buy me a new one!"

"I'll get you tea."

"Tea sucks!"

"Yeah, well so do vacuums!" Standing up, Dave goes to get on line. He returns shortly with a cup of honey black tea, which he sets in front of Santana, who is folding her arms across her chest and pouting like a five year old who just had her favorite toy taken away. "Here, drink it."

"I don't want it."

"It's good for you."

"So are peas, but I still don't eat those."

"Would you just drink it!" Rolling her eyes, Santana takes the cup. "Jeez, for someone having a child, you sure act like one." Glaring at the young man across from her, Santana stick her tongue out, taking a sip from the tea. It wasn't horrible, but she missed her coffee. She couldn't wait to have the little bump out of her; the first thing she's doing is going to a Starbucks!

"I missed you, you know." Dave announces unexpectedly. Santana looks up, finding a sweet, sincere smile across her friends face. She replies with one of her own, winking as she continues to sip her drink.

"So, tell me about this new school of yours."