Sebastian stared blankly at her for several minutes. In fact, by the time he spoke, the whole thing had begun to get a little unnerving.

"Pregnant?" He gasped out eventually, his mouth falling open in what Santana couldn't help but notice was a perfect likeness of the goldfish she'd had when she was about ten years old. "Is it mine?"

Santana folded her arms across her bare chest. "Sebastian."

He shrugged. "Valid question, given your track record, San."

Her eyebrow quirked. "Fine. Yes, it's yours Sebastian. The only other person I've been with has been Brittany, and I'm sure you don't need a biology lesson to understand why I'm sure it's not hers."

He stared at her flat stomach. "You're sure?"

"Not one hundred percent, I mean, I wouldn't bet my life on it. But I've missed two periods."

"I had been wondering."

"Excuse me?"

"Given the nature of our relationship, at least a few months ago, it's a fair thing to notice."

She nodded. "Alright. Sebastian, can you stop avoiding the subject?"

"I'm sorry, it's a lot to take in. What are you planning on doing about it?"

Santana sighed deeply. "I don't know. I really don't know, Seb. I thought I'd never have kids. I laughed at Quinn when she let Puck knock her up. Now I'm no better. That's a terrible thought."

"Do you want -?"

"An abortion? No. I want to keep it." She looked at him with watery eyes. "I only have a couple of months before graduation. I'm hoping I won't show too much before then. I'll just take a gap year or something. No one has to know, right?"

He wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Hey. I love you, and I'm going to support you. Whatever you decide. Santana, it's your body. You're sharing it with our baby," he trailed off. "Our baby." He repeated.

"Seb, I'm sorry…"

Sebastian shook his head. "I thought I'd never be a dad, I didn't think I wanted to be. I mean, I thought I was gay, I wanted to be a bachelor, play the field. Being a dad was never on the agenda. If I have to do this with someone, I'm glad it's with you."

"See, the fact that you just used the word 'have' makes me very glad I'm kidding. I wouldn't want to be bringing a child into the world with someone who felt they had to." She raised her eyebrows.

Sebastian blinked. "That is a cruel joke, Santana. What if I'd been excited? What if I'd demanded you get an abortion? Huh?"

"Then I'd been aborting our relationship. As if I'd let you have any say over what I should do with my body."

Sebastian grinned. "You're lucky I love you, Lopez."

Santana nodded in agreement, pressing a kiss to his temple before nestling against his chest. "I've really missed this," she admitted quietly, a blush forming on her cheek. She'd never been all that great at admitting to her emotional weaknesses. Maybe the Warblers were right, maybe they really did bring out the best in each other. If so, then why did someone want to break them up so desperately?

It made no sense.

"I've missed you too." Sebastian yawned, stretching his arms out and jostling her from her comfortable position before catching her and repositioning her. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine. Busy day. Go ahead."

"I can stay up if you're not tired."

"Seb, it's almost three am. Don't be an idiot, go to sleep."

He was snoring softly before she had even finished her sentence.

A couple of hours later, Santana woke with a start. Sebastian was whimpering in his sleep, his eyebrows drawn together tightly.

Santana frowned. She wasn't sure if she should wake him or let him calm down for himself. Instead, she pulled in close, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso and pressing gentle kisses into his wild hair. "Hey, shhhhh."

His cries quietened, easing off as he relaxed into her arms. She jumped when his pale eyes opened, darting around the room in a panic before meeting hers, relief replacing the anguish that had been there before. "Santana?"

"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." She smoothed his sweat soaked hair, pushing it off his forehead.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to see me like this." His voice was thick, whether from sleep or from the tears, Santana couldn't tell.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head.

"I'm not trying to force you or anything, Sebastian. But, this is the second time, I've found you in tears because of a nightmare. Please, let me help." She took his hand in hers, stroking the back of it with her thumb. "C'mon, Seb. Talk to me."

He sighed, sitting upright, pulling his hand from hers. "Fine. It's embarrassing, really."

Santana shook her head. She wasn't about to judge him for anything. "Go on."

"Alright." Sebastian toyed with the sheet, pulling at its frayed edges. "I've had this recurring nightmare, since I can remember. It's stupid, really. There's absolutely no reason for it. I had a good childhood, loving parents, not many friends but some good ones. It was great, no reason to have recurring nightmares about being abandoned. I'm always lying in bed when my father wakes me, yells that I'm a disappointment and that he's getting rid of me for everyone's benefit. My mom just stands there, doesn't object. Doesn't say anything."

Santana nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"So he drags me from bed. I'm pleading and begging as he drags me to the car. We drive for hours. Always at night down abandoned old roads, through tiny villages. Eventually he stops, kicks me out the car and drives off. Only, tonight, it wasn't me. My dad barged in here, dragged us both out to the car. All the time cursing, swearing, yelling that he was sick of me, sick of having a gay son, then having to deal with us. It was awful, Santana. He just let you in some dark field, told me I'd never see you again and drove away as if it was nothing. My dad's a great guy, you know. He'd never do anything like that. Ever."

Santana let out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. "Sebastian. I'm not going anywhere, I mean it. I'm in this for the long haul. You're not getting rid of me that easily. I love you. Some idiot trying to break us up isn't going to have any luck. Really."

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A few hours later, Sebastian had gone home, promising to come round again later. Leaving Santana to her own devices for a while. She typed out a few essays, sent off a final college application and text both Blaine and Rachel to let them know how things were going with Sebastian. It would keep them off her back until Monday morning, at least.

She walked over to her bathroom, checking her watch. She had about half an hour until Sebastian had said he'd be back. Just enough time to freshen up. She changed into her bath robe, allowing the bath to run. Something in the bin caught her eye.

Sebastian's words from the previous night pushed their way to the forefront of her mind again.

If I have to do this with someone, I'm glad it's with you.

She could feel her eyes watering as she looked at the pregnancy test. The two faint pink lines made her stomach lurch. Her entire future already mapped out for her by a stupid pink line. She threw it against the wall.

Santana had meant it when she told Sebastian she wasn't going anywhere. She only hoped he felt the same.

xXxXx

A/N *dodges rocks* I'M SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I'm a terrible person for making all you lovely readers wait so long. I'm awful. I know. I'm aware this is a short update but I have a headache, a puppy whining at me and no inspiration. I'm sorry. The next chapter is going to be these two being all domestic and cute, if it helps? Please review?