Chapter 2: Repercussions
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee because if I did, Santana and Rachel would have at least hooked up if not dated. Long live Pezberry.
Santana found Rachel outside on the stairs, looking up when she got home. Santana joined her outside and just sat next to her in silence for a bit.
After a few minutes Santana looked over to her newest friend, "Why are you out here?"
Rachel sighed and took her eyes from the sky, looking at the Latina, "I was hoping that looking up at Finn would me decide if and how to tell Finn about me being pregnant."
"What do you mean you're looking at Finn?" Santana asked, clearly confused. She looked around as though Finn would be standing up a level above them, but she didn't see anything of the sort.
Rachel looked at her and noticed her confusion, "Oh, back in our senior year of high school Finn bought me a star for Christmas and named it Finn Hudson."
"That sounds kind of selfish," Santana looked over at the diva.
"No, it wasn't. He said that he didn't name it Rachel Berry because there already was a star named Rachel Berry and that I shine brighter than any of the stars in the sky. He said I could always look up and know that he is watching over me," Rachel explained what Finn had told her a year ago with a smile on her face.
Santana looked at her and saw the smile, so she bumped her shoulder gently, "I guess it's kind of romantic."
Rachel smiled for a second more before it fell, "I just… don't want him to react the same way that Brody did. I… I don't think that I could stand it if both of them hated me."
Santana looked at her and sighed, "He may be a little mad, but I don't think that Finnessa would ever do what Plastic Man did."
Rachel looked at her, "I just don't know how I am going to tell him."
"Rachel Berry not knowing what to say? What has the world come to?" Santana joked lightly.
Rachel gave a small laugh, "I'm serious Santana. I don't know how to tell him or my fathers. I am just so scared. I am supposed to be better than this."
Santana looked at her and shook her head, "You aren't giving yourself enough credit. It was one mistake, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world. You can choose to make this a good thing or a bad thing."
It was true, Rachel always put too much pressure on herself. Rachel always thought that everything that she did had to be perfect and that any little mistake was wrong. She was a perfectionist and sometimes that was a little too much for her, not that she would admit that to anyone.
Rachel looked at her for a second before she downcast her gaze to the grated floor below her. She bit her lip in thought before she answered, "I just… I don't want to disappoint my dads and I don't want to hurt anybody."
Santana sighed softly in thought and put a hand over Rachel's, which she was wringing together, "I don't think this will disappoint them. You are allowed to make mistakes and yes, this is something big and you should have been more careful, but this mistake has been made many times. You aren't the only one, this isn't some crazy thing that no one has heard of. At least you are an adult and this didn't happen when you were in high school."
"Santana, I am nineteen, that is hardly an adult," Rachel scoffed.
"Rachel, can I tell you something if you promise never to tell anyone?" Santana looked at her.
"Of course, Santana, you can tell me anything," Rachel looked at her, confused.
Santana looked down at her hands, "Do you remember after I told Brittany my feelings for her? Shortly after we sang Landslide?"
"Yes, Santana. I remember you were upset and distant," Rachel recalled.
Santana nodded and swallowed hard, "Yeah well, I was so hurt and broken that… I wanted to pretend it didn't happen. I wanted to prove that I wasn't gay and that what I was feeling with Britt was just… that I didn't love her like that, she was just like a sister to me. I went to a party and got so drunk and I can't remember how many people I slept with or even who."
Rachel took Santana's hand in her own, seeing how hard this was for her, "It's okay, Santana. People do that all the time, you were hurt and understandable so."
"That's not the worse of it Rachel," Santana looked at her. Rachel furrowed her brow and watched as Santana stood up, "I got pregnant. I don't know who the father was or… I made an appointment at planned parenthood and my mother took me there. Rachel… I got an abortion and all I could think about was how disappointed my mother was in me."
"Oh Santana," Rachel stood up.
"That's why I was so cranky and snappy. Yeah, I was hurt over Brittany, but I was in so much pain from the abortion and I was mad at myself," Santana shook her head, turning to Rachel, putting her hands on her stomach. "Please tell me that you won't ever do that to this little one. That was the biggest mistake of my life and I regret it. Everyday."
Rachel looked down at Santana's hands on her stomach, putting her hands over them, "I won't Santana. Thank you for sharing that with me. I know that that must have been hard for you, but I appreciate you telling me."
Santana nodded and looked at her, "I just want you to know that me… and Kurt, we will be here for you the whole way, you aren't alone."
"Thank you, Santana," Rachel smiled at her.
"Anytime Fun Size," Santana smiled.
"I think that is the only nickname I will let you have about my height," Rachel told her before moving to go inside. "Come on, it's cold out here."
Santana followed her with a laugh, "I would call you Fun Size whether you like it or not because I like the name."
Rachel looked back at her with a small smile, "I don't doubt that you would Santana. But that just means that I will have to come up with a new nickname for you."
Santana laughed and shook her head, "No way Fun Size."
Rachel rolled her eyes as Kurt walked in, "What's going on in here?"
"Oh nothing, Fun Size here thinks she can come up with some creative nicknames for me," Santana winked at Rachel.
Rachel laughed, "I so could."
"Really? Let's here them then," Santana crossed her arms.
"San, Tana," Rachel listed off but Santana shook her head. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"You can't use my name, that is cheating. Fun Size is no where in your name," Santana pointed out.
Kurt laughed at his roommates as he went to get a glass of water. Rachel pouted and crossed her arms before her face lit up, "Teddy."
Santana gave her a crazed look, "What? What does that mean?"
"Teddy. You know like a teddy bear because you are really soft and nice," Rachel said.
Santana laughed and shook her head at the ridiculousness of what she was saying. There is no way that Santana Lopez was like a teddy bear. She was more like a grizzly bear or a black bear. She was ferocious and mean, not soft and cuddly. She kicked ass and took names, not comforted people, other than Brittany. And Rachel last night. But that was the only time. No Santana Lopez is badass.
Santana told Rachel as such, "I ain't no Teddy bear, Berry. I be's a badass."
Rachel rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Whatever you say Teddy."
Kurt laughed at his friends, "Well as much fun as it is watching you two argue about Santana's badassness, I have something to discuss with you two."
Both the girls looked at each other before they sat on the couch, Kurt sitting on the chair across from them.
"What's up Lady Lips?" Santana asked.
Kurt sighed and crossed his arms, "Well I am going down to Ohio next week because my father has a check-up with a doctor. Well, Mr. Shue has invited Mercedes and Mike to help coach the new members of the Glee club. I was wondering if you two would want to go and lend your expertise."
Santana looked over at Rachel and saw all the emotions flicker across her face: worry, trepidation, weariness, nausea, and most of all, fear.
"Will Finn be there?" Santana asked for Rachel.
"No, Mr. Shue and him are still at odds, he will be at college," Kurt answered.
Santana still saw the worry on Rachel's face and put a hand on her knee, "Hey, it may be a good idea for you to see Mike and Mercedes. And you never know, maybe Mercedes can give you some advice on this baby stuff."
Rachel looked down at Santana's hand, silent for a moment. She took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah, okay. I'll go if you go."
"Sure, it'll be nice to see Wheezy and Boy Chang again," Santana smiled and removed her hand.
"Now that that is settled, I am going to go get start finding everything blue I have," Kurt stood and walked out of the room, going to his bedroom.
The two girls sat in silence. Rachel was staring at her hands, thinking about what she had to do and how she did not want to do it.
Santana was thinking about how she could help Rachel. She couldn't believe what she had revealed to Rachel. She hadn't planned on telling anyone that; she was too embarrassed and even a little guilty over her choice. She thought about what she would have done if she had decided to keep the baby.
If Santana had decided to keep it, she would have made damn sure that she had a job and that she finished her education. She would have wanted all the people in her corner that she could get and she would have wanted all the help she could get. She would have wanted to be there for her child and have someone or multiple someone's to help her raise the baby. She would have wanted to make that baby proud.
When Santana realized all this, she turned to Rachel and spoke quietly but seriously, "I want you to know that I meant what I said. I am going to help you throughout the whole thing and even after. I know that this can be scary and I want you to know that I am going to do everything in my power to help you do everything and I am even going to help you get a job to support the baby."
"Santana… I don't know what to say," Rachel looked at her, tears misting her eyes at Santana's sentimental words.
Rachel really didn't know what to say for once. She knew that Santana meant every word that she said and that just made it all the more emotional for her.
"You don't have to say anything Rachel," Santana said. "I think you should go get some rest, it's late and you need a lot of sleep."
Rachel nodded and stood, walking to her privacy curtain. She turned around and looked at Santana, "Thank you."
"For what?" Santana asked.
"For everything. Going to the doctors with me, defending me with Brody, proposing help with the baby and just your friendship in general," Rachel told her.
Santana smiled, "No problem."
Rachel smiled back and walked into her room. Santana stood to make her bed up on the couch. As soon as she laid down under the blankets she thought about when she slept Rachel's bed. She had been a little awkward about Rachel cuddling her, but it was still a lot more comfortable then sleeping on this couch.
She sighed and turned before closing her eyes to sleep, not wanting to dwell on the fact that she didn't have her own bed or the fact that she would rather be in Rachel Berry's bed than on a couch. She soon fell asleep, thinking about the trip they were about to take to their home town.
One week later the occupants of the Bushwick apartment were standing in the airport on their way to Lima, Ohio.
Brody had come by the apartments a few days prior, only Santana was home. She helped him pack but not to be nice but because she wanted him out before Rachel got home. That hadn't worked out for the Latina.
Santana was tossing, it was actually more like throwing, the last bag of Brody's clothes at him when he walked in after taking his other stuff down to the car he had rented for this move.
He growled as he picked it up, "Is there ever a time when you aren't a bitch?"
"No when you are around Asshat," Santana shot back as she crossed her arms. "I tried to warn Rachel about you and I wish you hadn't proven me right in the way that you did. You are lucky I haven't killed you yet."
"I thought you hated Rachel," Brody scowled. Aren't you the one who picked on her everyday and made her life a living hell. If any of the stories Kurt and Rachel have told me are to be believed."
Santana glared hard at him, "Yeah, I picked on them, but we turned over a new leaf and started a friendship our senior year. No, I may not always be a ray of sunshine and I get bitchy 90 percent of the time but at least I can admit to that. You pretend you are all high and mighty and that you can do no evil, but that is all crap. I knew it from the minute that I saw you that you were just a user. And I'll be damned if I let you near her and her child again. Even if you are the baby's father, which I doubt considering you are made out of plastic and you probably just shoot blanks since you are immaculate, you will just be known as a sperm donor. When they baby has questions about you, I'll jut tell them that you donor number 166520."
Santana had been stepping closer to him throughout her little speech, neither of them noticing the tiny figure that had entered the apartment.
"Listen her you little bitch-" Brody growled, stepping closer.
Santana interrupted him, "No you listen here bitch…" she put emphasis on the insult, "I will not let Rachel be hurt by you anymore. So, I suggest you get the hell out of our apartment before I forcibly remove you. Lima Heights style."
Brody glared with clenched fists, ready to retaliate but a soft voice interrupted them, "Please don't use violence Santana."
Both turned their gaze to the pregnant diva who had snuck in while they were arguing.
"Rachel-" Brody started toward her but Santana stepped between them, glaring with clenched fists.
"Out. Now," Santana growled. "I may not be able to use violence, but I will call the police on you."
Brody glared at her one last time before grabbing the bag and leaving. Rachel put a hand on her shoulder and she let out a sigh and visibly relaxed, unclenching her fists and closing her eyes.
Rachel came around to face Santana, hugging her, "Thank you."
Santana stood still for a second then hugged her back, "I wanted him gone before you came home."
"It's okay Santana," Rachel reassured her, then pulled back to look at her, "Though I will not tell my kid that their father is a sperm donor."
Santana grinned, "Then I guess you better hope that Finn is the father."
Rachel laughed and shook her head before going to her room.
The three teens got onto their flight when it was called. As they sat in their seats waiting for the plane to take off, Kurt turned to Rachel, who was between the boy and Santana, "So I called Finn, he said would be there tomorrow so he can see us. I guess that is the best time to let him know."
Rachel swallowed hard and looked down at her hands, "Do I really have to tell him now?"
Kurt sighed, "I can't keep this from him Rachel, he's my brother. Besides he should know that he could potentially be a father."
Rachel sat there for a moment, mulling over what Kurt said, knowing he was right. Santana smiled and tried to perk her up, "Well I talked to Mr. Shue, it's Stevie Wonder week. I am sure you could find the perfect song to get the news out."
"The only song I can think of right now is 'Isn't She Lovely?' and Artie sang that to Brittany after he called her stupid," Rachel looked over at Santana.
"What about 'Nothing's too Good for My Baby' mashed up with 'Isn't She Lovely?'?" Santana asked.
Rachel thought about it, "That could work. Could you sing it with me Santana? I don't know if I could do it alone."
Santana smiled at her, "Yeah, sure."
Rachel smiled at her and the three of them worked together to figure out the best way to mash the two songs together. They spent the majority of the trip talking about it and when they landed they each went to their respective childhood homes.
A/N: I am terribly sorry it took me so long to update this. I have most of what I want to have happen in this story already formed in my head so I hope I can find the time to put those thoughts down. I have never hated Finn (I don't see why so many people do. I don't have any major problem's with him, sometimes he does dumb shit but so does everyone else.) so this will not be a Finn bashing story or a dick!Finn story. Now Brody is a different story, I didn't really like him and I don't know why. That being said, even if Finn isn't a dick, Rachel will have some trepidation about telling him because of the whole Quinn thing. Anyways, this chapter is titled after the song, 'Repercussions' by Bea Miller.