Santana's P.O.V.

I finally have my body back, thank god. I can see Rachel again I can't wait. I've been able to keep my word to Rachel so far and I've been leaving her and Finn alone. I let it slip that I'd been thinking about Challenging him and Rachel went on a rant about how that ritual is barbaric and it would be very hypocritical of me to follow that rule but date her. I guess she has a point but...why does she have suck the fun out of stuff? I really think a challenge is a great way to go about this situation.

It was instated for this reason exactly. Someone doesn't want to follow the rules, they have an option. kill me or be killed. Simple. But I guess I'll try her way for now unless he grows some balls and Challenges me first. I can't guarantee that I won't do it in the future, Rachel can't save him forever. How is Rachel even a werewolf when she disagrees with almost everything that comes with it?

I'm pissed I have to see that idiots face tonight. It's a full moon so I'll be with my pack tonight and so will Rachel. I'm kind of worried I might lose it on Finn like I did the last time so I'm really just hoping he doesn't say anything stupid. I normally meet up with my pack after school but I want to see Rachel before I go hang out with them so I met her at her house after my last class and now we're lying in bed watching a movie. Rachel's head in on my chest and my arm is around her shoulder. That smell I smelled on her before...it's getting stronger. It's not a bad smell, it just doesn't smell like her. What the hell is that about? I haven't mentioned it before but I'm really curious now.

"Did you change shampoo or something?" I ask her. I don't know how else to bring it up without being an ass.

"No. All week I've been told I smell different. I'm not sure why though" She says and I nod my head.

Something isn't right...

"Rachel...did you get your period this month?" I ask her and she glances up at me.

"I think so... but I can't remember." She says then she stand and walks over to her closet where her calendar hangs outside the door. Rachel looks at it for a while with her eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" I ask her as I sit up.

"I don't..." She trails off with a shake of her head.

"I must have forgotten to write it in. It should've came in the beginning of this month...I don't understand." I feel my heart beat skip when she says this. No. No fucking way! Rachel gives me a panicked look and she takes a shaky step backwards. I grab her hips to steady her.

"Hey, it's okay. Come sit down." I tell her soothingly. I can see the sweat forming along her brow, hear her heart pounding and feel and smell her fear.

"This can't be happening..." She says as she sits on the bed. I look back towards the calendar as I sit next to her and I feel her flop backwards on the bed. I look to see her eyes closed and I shake her arm.

"Rachel?!" She isn't responding. Fuck!

Rachel's P.O.V.

When I open my eyes, I see Rose smiling at me. I'm lying in the grass next to the river. Rose holds her hand out to me and I take it to help pull myself to my feet.

"I was wondering when you'd figure it out." She says with a smirk.

"Figure out what?" I ask confused. The last thing I remember is...I feel my eyes widen as realization settles across me.

"I told you Rachel, now is the time! I'm going to get my pups one way or another." Then she begins to laugh.

"Aren't you excited?! We're going to be a mom!" She says then I feel the same sensation of cold water splashing my face like the first time she kicked me out. I open my eyes to see my father and Santana hovering above me.

"Oh thank god!" Santana says hurriedly as she sighs in relief.

"What happened?" I ask and my father offers me a soft smile.

"You fainted and just about gave Santana a heart attack." He says and Santana takes my hand.

"Are you okay?" She asks and I nod my head. I feel a few beads of water drip down my face and realize there's a damp towel resting on my forehead.

"I think so. I think I must have gotten too...excited." I say as I glance at my dad and remove the towel.

"I told him Rachel." Santana says and I glare at her.

"I panicked!" She says with a sheepish look and I shake my head then look at my father.

"I won't ask questions yet because it sounds like you and Santana have more to talk about but I'm here if you need me." He says as I sit up. I feel water beginning to sting my eyes and my father instantly takes me into his arms once the first tear falls. I cling to him for life and...just cry.

I'm so scared. I don't want to have a baby right now! I didn't even finish high school yet! What am I going to do? All my dreams...aspirations...they've just disappeared. Now.. now I have to figure out how to be a mother?! That thought alone makes me cry even harder into my fathers shoulder. I hear him whispering soothing words as she rubs my back but...it's not going to be okay...nothing is going to be okay. I eventually calm down enough that my father stops hugging me and I wipe my eyes.

"I'll be downstairs okay. Holler if you need me." My father says as he stands from my bed. He gives me a sympathetic smile and taps Santana's shoulder before leaving. Santana glances over at me and I huff as I feel a fresh set of tears coming on. Santana sighs heavily then sits on the bed next to me.

"I...I don't even know what to say." Santana says softly as she nervously chews her bottom lip.

"I don't think...there's nothing you could..." I shake my head, letting some tears fall from my eyes as I try to collect myself.

"I don't understand...I took the emergency contraceptive...how did this still happen?" I ask solemnly. Santana only shakes her head.

"I don't know...guess it wasn't werewolf strength." She says and I groan. Santana looks down at her lap and inhales sharply before speaking, quietly.

"I'll support whatever you want to do...but I want to keep it."

"But what kind of life can we give this baby Santana?" My voice cracks as I lift my head to look at her.

"I can't answer that Rachel...I know I'll love that kid and do anything I can to make sure they have a better life than I did and if that means I have to get 30 jobs, so be it." She says with a shrug.

"We're just barely adults..." I say softly as I pull my knees up to my chest. I wrap my arms around my legs and pull them close.

"Yeah...but now we've gotta do what's best for this baby. Do you think you know what you might want to do?" She asks me and I sigh. I would never hurt any innocent child that didn't ask for life...but I don't want to put this child in the system especially since they wouldn't be completely human.

"I don't know San." I tell her and she nods.

"Well, we've got time to think." She says and I shake my head.

"Time will only make it worse because then I'll overthink everything. I just want to go to sleep and pretend like this day never happened." I tell her sadly.

Santana sets her hand on my knee and we sit in silence...for over a hour. The most either of us has moved was when Santana moved her hand to hold mine. I'm not ready to be a mother. Santana isn't ready to be a mother. What are we going to do? Neither of us even have jobs...and I can't hide this from my father. He'll want to know whose baby it is and then escalate from there...this has gotten 10 times more complicated. I hear a soft knock on the door and lift my gaze to see my father standing at the door, smiling softly.

"Santana, could I have a moment with Rachel?" He asks and Santana stands from the bed.

"Sure, I could use some air anyway." She says before leaving the room. My dad sighs then walks towards me.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asks as he sits on the bed.

"Physically or emotionally?" I ask in return.

"Both."

"I'm fine physically..." I tell him and he sighs.

"I have to be honest...I never thought we'd be here. We've talked about protection and I know Solomon had a word with you. I'm not upset...okay, I am upset but not because you had sex. I just don't want this for you..." He trails off as a wistful smile graces his lips.

"You're supposed to be my little girl...my Broadway star. I guess only one of those things are still true now." He continues.

"I'm so sorry..." I say quietly as I hold back my tears.

"Don't apologize. We all make mistakes Rachel but I want you to know that you're not in this alone. I will not let this...accident define your future. You are still going to fulfill your dreams and if that means I have to sit in an audience with a fussy toddler...then so be it." He touches my knee and I wipe my eyes as my tears overflow.

It feels good to know that I have his support...it honestly makes me feel like my world isn't crumbling before my eyes...just for a brief second.