Chapter Three
Sugar and I appeared outside of Santana's bathroom. I turned to Sugar. "Are we going to watch her pee?" I asked with curiosity.
Sugar shook her head no. "No, silly," answered Sugar with a laugh. We appeared in her bathroom. "This would have taken place during your sophomore year." Sophomore year seemed like such a long time ago. Santana and I joined Glee. She had told me that sex wasn't dating.
Santana held a pregnancy stick in her trembling hands. My eyes widened. "Is she holding what I think she is?" I asked. Sugar nodded. I noticed that there were other pregnancy sticks on the side of the bathroom sink. I went towards the sticks. They all had the plus signs. Oh no.
Santana buried her face in her hands and cried. I went towards Santana. "Oh Santana," I said sadly. I touched her face forgetting that I wasn't physically there with her. My hand wound up going through her cheeks. I moved my hand back alarmed. I was basically a ghost. It was kind of freaky.
It broke my heart to see her so upset. I always felt so hopeless since she was the strongest person I knew. In this universe, Santana had a bun in the oven instead of Quinn? None of this made any sense. It would've still happened even if I were in her life, right?
"B-but Quinn was the one who had a bun in the oven," I told Sugar in desperation. So Santana was a teen mom? Did she keep the baby or did she give up the baby for adoption? Did Puck wind up helping her, too?
Sugar sighed. "In this universe, he got both girls pregnant in the same year," explained Sugar. I was stunned. There were two baby gate dramas in one year. Glee Club almost fell apart with one of them.
There was a knock on Santana's bathroom door. "You've been in the bathroom for over half an hour, Santana," Puck pointed out.
Santana checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. She tossed the extra pregnancy sticks in the garbage pail. "I-I'm coming out," replied Santana trying not to cry. Santana washed her face in order to hide her being upset. It helped her a little.
Puck gave Santana a questioning look when Santana walked out of the bathroom. "I don't do well with chicks crying," Puck said. Santana walked past Puck. I rolled my eyes from the comment. I wasn't smart, but I knew that wasn't how to make Santana feel better. How did he manage to graduate?
"Thanks for your sympathy," replied Santana with a bitter laugh. "There's something that I need to tell you." Santana took a deep breath. "I-I'm pregnant."
Puck was stunned. "What?" Puck asked. "Please tell me you're joking." How could he think that she was joking? Could he really be that clueless?
"Does it look like I'm joking, Puckerman?" questioned an annoyed Santana. Santana showed Puck the pregnancy stick.
Puck looked like he wanted to throw up. "I… I could not have k-knocked up two girls in the same year," Puck began. "Maybe one of the other football players is the father." Santana glared at Puck.
"You know what," retorted Santana. "Forget I even said anything. You're free to go." Puck left Santana's room.
"Santana had her Dad to pay for her abortion," Sugar said. "She is pregnant again when she is in her mid-twenties, but has a miscarriage from the damage that was done in the abortion." Damage? Santana was hurt? I bit my trembling bottom lip.
"I don't understand what this has to do with Santana and me," I began with a frustrated sigh. What was I missing?
"The night she conceived the baby was one of the nights that she spent with you," responded Sugar simply. Now I felt like I was going to be sick. Why was Puck intruding on all of these visions?
"I-it's not like Santana and I would have any children," I pointed out. Sugar gave me a look. I was surprised.
"You have a daughter and a son," explained Sugar.
How would she know this? This would be in the regular universe. "Did you figure out how to work a time machine?" I asked. "I was working on one last year." I had tried to at the start of the school year, but had failed at it.
"I'm your daughter," answered Sugar.
I was confused. "You're two years younger than me."
"I was sent back to the past to bring you back together." Why does this sound familiar? It sounded like that 80s movie "Back to the Future." Except that Sugar didn't make out with Santana or me.
A small smile formed on my face. There was hope after all. "So Santana and I do get back together?" I asked.
Sugar grinned. "Of course you do. You and I know how stubborn Santana is." I nodded in agreement.
There was one thing that I still don't understand. "Wait a minute. Santana let me name you Sugar?" Santana would not come up with the name. Sugar nodded. "That sounds like a stripper name." I chuckled. Now that I remembered, Santana had said that to Sugar last year during one of the rehearsals when we were in the Troubletones.
"That's what I hear. Now we have other places to be."
