The next day, Santana and Rachel were sitting in the choir room when Finn walked in. He started to walk toward Rachel, but Mr. Schue walked in and told him to sit down. Santana raised her hand and Mr. Schue acknowledged her. "Mr. Schue, with all due respect, I really don't want Finn and Rachel singing the leads together in Somebody to Love and Don't Stop Believin'." Santana said. Finn stared at her with his mouth open.
"Santana!" Rachel said.
"I'm just not comfortable with it after everything." Santana said. Finn sighed and stood up. "Don't sigh at me like that, Hudson." Santana said.
"Santana, I'm merely showing you that my voice goes great with Rachel's voice and there's no need to keep my voice contained." Finn said.
"Considering you couldn't keep any other part of you contained..." Santana said under her breath. Rachel shot her a glare before, looking up at Finn.
"What did you have in mind Finn?" Rachel asked. He came over and whispered a song in her head. She smiled and stood up walking to the center of the room. Finn walked over to the drums and started playing.
Something in the way you love me
Won't let me be
I don't wanna be prisoner
So, baby won't you set me free
Stop playing with my heart
Finish what you start
When you make my love come down
Rachel stood behind Santana while singing this part, making it so that Santana could feel her breath on the back of her neck. Santana looked up and smiled at her girlfriend.
If you want me let me know
Baby let it show
Honey don't you fool around
Finn started singing.
Don't try to resist me
Open your heart to me, baby
I'll hold the lock and you'll hold the key
Rachel joined in
Open your heart to me, darling
I'll give you love if you
You turn the key
Something in your eyes
Is making such a fool of me
(you're making me, you're making such a fool of me)
I see on the streets and you walk on by
(you're on the streets, I see you when you walk on by)
When you hold me in your arms
You love me till I just can't see
(Oooooooooooooooh)
So you choose to look the other way
Well, I've got something to say
Open your heart to me baby
I'll hold the lock and you'll hold the key
Open your heart to me darling
I'll give you love if you
You turn the key
Open your heart
I'll make you love me
I'll hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me darling
I'll give you love if you
You turn the key
Ooooooooooooh
Open your heart with the key!
"Hey! Frankenteen! Back away from my girl!" Santana said.
"Why should I?" Finn asked, who was holding Rachel in his arms.
"Because simply touching her could make her baby stupid!" Santana said. Mr. Schue's eyes widened.
"Rachel, are you pregnant?" Mr. Schue asked. Everyone looked at him in disbelief.
"Please, Mr. Schue. That is so yesterday." Kurt said.
"Seriously. Santana yelled it out when that bitch Haley, you know that freshman Cheerio, punched Rachel in the stomach." Mercedes said. Mr. Schue raised an eyebrow.
"Rachel, did you go to the doctor?" Mr. Schue asked. Santana rolled her eyes.
"No, Mr. Schue. I just left her to fend for herself after getting punched in the stomach." Santana said. Mr. Schue shrugged. "I'm not an idiot, Jerry Curl." Santana continued.
"San... knock it off." Rachel said. Santana smirked in her direction.
"Anything for you, Tiny." Santana said. She smirked in Finn's direction. "Anyway, Finnocence, just back off, okay. She's not your girl." Santana warned.
"She's carrying my baby!" Finn yelled. Everyone gasped. Santana looked at them in disbelief.
"Oh come on! Did you really think that I got Rachel pregnant?" Santana yelled. Everyone looked down. "You thought the baby was mine?" Santana asked.
"No. We just didn't think it would be Finn's." Matt said. Rachel's phone rang.
"It's the hospital." Rachel said to Santana. Santana looked at Mr. Schue, silently asking permission to go out into the hallway. He nodded, and Santana carefully led Rachel out of the choir room. "Hello?" Rachel answered. She listened for a bit, before handing the phone to Santana. "I can't do this." she whispered. Santana nodded, took the phone, and pulled Rachel into a hug while she spoke on the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"Ms. Berry?" the person on the other end of the conversation said.
"No, this is Santana Lopez. I'm a friend of Rachel's." Santana said.
"We have the results from the tests we took when Ms. Berry was at the hospital yesterday. Is she okay with you hearing the results?" the hospital person said.
"Let me ask." Santana said. She looked down at Rachel. "You okay with me hearing the results of your test?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded. "Yea, she's okay with it." Santana said.
"Okay well, we don't know the genders, but we do-" Santana interrupted.
"Wait. Genders? Plural? As in more than one?" Santana asked. Rachel looked up.
"How many am I carrying?" Rachel whispered. Santana shrugged.
"I don't know." She mouthed. She listened for a moment. "She's carrying how many?" Santana half-yelled. Rachel looked up with eyes wide.
"San." Rachel whispered. Santana held up a hand.
"Yea... yea okay. Thanks." Santana said. She hung up the phone. "We have an appointment at 4 to talk to the doctor." Santana told Rachel. She leaned down and whispered in Rachel's ear. Rachel's eyes widened even further. "Are you okay?" Santana asked.
"Ask me that in eight months." Rachel said. Santana smiled.
"Let's get back in there." Santana said. Rachel nodded and the two reentered the choir room. "Well, Finnocence, you apparently have more testosterone than we all thought." Santana said.
"Why? What's up?" Puck dared to ask.
"I'm carrying quadruplets." Rachel said quietly.
