Santana couldn't help herself; whipping her phone from her pocket as she bent over the toilet, flushing it to get rid of the smell of the vomit she'd just dumped in the bowl. Morning sickness sucked. Morning sickness trigged by finding out your baby's father had moved on in a day sucked more.

She logged onto Facebook quickly, scrolling through her newsfeed until she saw the post Puck had been talking about. That little bitch claimed to love her and yet it had taken him less than 24 hours to move on. There was no way she was going to let that one slide.

She closed the tab, pulling up her messenger before tapping out a quick message, glaring at the screen the entire time.

You're dating Thad now?

She was proud of herself for leaving out the expletives that were rushing around her head. She hit send, panting as another wave of nausea washed over her at the thought of Sebastian and Thad together. She wished she was a better person and that she could just be happy for him. Actually, she didn't. He'd said he still loved her and had near enough asked for them to get back together only the night before. Now he was, not just hooking up with Thad, but actually dating him. What had happened to the Sebastian who had relationships that lasted no longer than twenty minutes?

Her phone bleeped.

He's a good guy, Santana. You couldn't expect me to keep waiting for you after what you said.

Santana frowned. Surely he'd realised she hadn't meant it. She'd only said what she'd said to hurt him, the way he'd hurt her not because she'd really meant it. Of course she still loved him. How could she not after everything they'd been through to be together.

You should've told me yourself. I shouldn't have heard about it from Puck. I hope he makes you happy, Sebastian. I really do.

She sent the message, standing from the toilet. After all, she couldn't spend the whole day in there. People might start talking. Maybe they'd just spread the rumour she was bulimic again.

There was a sharp tap on the cubicle door.

"Occupied!"

There was a gentle laugh from the other side of the door. "Oh, I know."

Santana's eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Quinn?"

She pulled the door open, staring warily at Quinn who was standing by the sinks with a knowing smile on her face. "Morning sickness is the worst, huh?"

Santana froze. "How did you know?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Takes one to know one, Santana. It's Sebastian's, right?"

Santana rolled her eyes, her reputation really did suck. "Of course it is. The only other person I've slept with in the past few months is Brittany, I'm sure I don't have to explain to Little Miss Yale why it can't be Britt's."

Quinn shrugged, apparently not bothered by Santana's defensive snark. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm keeping it. I only have a few months left in McKinley so no one needs to know and I can put off college for a year, I've always wanted to take a gap year."

The two stared at each other for a moment. "You're terrified, aren't you?"

Santana nodded, embarrassed by her weakness. "How did you cope?"

Quinn laughed. "I didn't. I was a complete mess, my dad kicked me out the house, and I'd cheated on my boyfriend. I lost my place on the Cheerios, I lost my body. I thought my life was over."

Santana thought about it for a moment, remembering how run down Quinn had looked during the final few months of her pregnancy. "I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend."

Her apology was answered with a disinterested shrug. "You were now worse than most." She laughed suddenly. "Two out of three members of the unholy trinity as teen moms. We sure lived up to that nickname, huh?"

Santana smiled sadly. "I guess we did."

"Here, you'll want to start keeping some in your pocket." Quinn held out a packet of gum which Santana accepted gratefully. "You'll get used to it soon enough. It'll all be worth it when you see their face, especially since you get to keep yours."

Santana chewed thoughtfully on the gum before wrapping an arm around Quinn's shoulders, pulling her into a hug. "Do you ever regret giving Beth up?"

"Every single day. I know that I did the right thing giving her to Shelby. I just wish I could've been a mom. I think I'd have been a great mom, you know?"

Santana nodded. "You'd have been amazing. And you still will."

"Come on, I have some spare jeans in my locker. You must be freezing after kneeling on the tiles for so long."

xXxXx

Santana sat on Blaine's bed, legs curled around her as she helped him with his Math work. "I hope you know I'm terrible at working out percentages."

Blaine shrugged. "That's the only thing I can do."

She smiled, grabbing a handful of the popcorn Blaine's mom had left them. "Are you sure your mom doesn't mind me being here?"

He grinned. "She always wanted a daughter, I think she's secretly loving it. Although I do think she's worried that I want to do the honourable thing and be a de facto father to your baby."

Santana blinked. "You don't, right?"

Blaine pulled a disgusted expression. "Of course not. You're not asking, right?"

Santana was sure her face mirrored his. "Of course not! Though I would love to see Kurt's face if you told him that."

Blaine grinned. "Stop bullying him. Hey, Santana?"

"Hmm." She heard the subtle change in his tone, immediately putting her on edge.

"Why aren't you going home? I mean, it's great having you around, I'm just curious. Aren't your parents worried?"

Santana sighed. "I'm not welcome at home at the moment. My dad didn't take the news quite so well as my mom. He told me that I wasn't to come home until I'd changed my mind about keeping the baby."

Blaine frowned. "I'm really sorry, Santana."

"Don't be. My abeula is thrilled. Apparently being a teen mom isn't such a sin as being in love with Brittany. So silver linings and all that." She swallowed thickly. "I am really grateful to your mom for being so nice about letting me stay here."

Blaine nodded. "Give me a minute, would you?"

Santana shrugged, turning her attention back to Blaine's math textbook. "Sure, I'll be here."

She heard her phone bleep and rolled her eyes. Rachel had been texting her incessantly all evening. It was beginning to get annoying. Only this time, it wasn't Rachel.

Can we talk? It's important.

She started at the text until it became blurry. She didn't want to see Sebastian. Didn't want to talk to him and yet there was a part of her that was yearning for him. Especially since she'd realised she'd left his jacket behind when she'd fled the motel.

I'm round Blaine's. I can't right now.

The reply was almost immediate.

I can come round. Blaine's parents never met me so they probably won't try and slushie me in retaliation for Blaine's eye.

Wait, why are you at Blaine's?

Santana sighed. She supposed he deserved to know the truth. It was technically his fault that she'd been kicked out in the first place.

My dad kicked me out. Blaine's mom's letting me stay here for a while.

At that moment Blaine and his mom appeared at the door. "Santana?"

She sat up straight, blushing as she realised when she was dressed only in Blaine's shirt. "Mrs Anderson."

"Call me, Pam, sweetie!"

Santana nodded. "Of course."

"Listen, Blaine just told me how the bad the situation with your parents is. It's awful that they would kick you out like that. What's done is done."

Blaine elbowed her gently. "What mom's trying to say is that you're welcome to stay here. However long you need to."

Mrs Anderson nodded happily, squealing and reaching out for a hug. Which Santana accepted gratefully as Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Mom, have you been drinking Dad's whiskey again?"

"I'm so grateful, to both of you. You're amazing!"

Pam waved a dismissive hand. "Don't be silly, we're not going to leave a young lady in need on the streets. You're more than welcome here."

Santana smiled. "Really, thank you."

Blaine gently eased his mom out the door, cringing as he closed the door behind her. "I'm so sorry. She doesn't usually drink on school nights."

"It's fine. Oh, Blaine?"

He lifted his head from his hands. "Yeah?"

"Sebastian wants to come round to talk."

Blaine nodded slowly. "Do you want him to come round?"

"I don't want to see him, but I want to know what he has to say."

xXxXx

a/n This is so rubbish, but I felt inspired and wanted to get this finished and up. So here it is. Um, yeah…Enjoy? And please(!) review. I want to get up to fifty reviews before this ends. Think of it as a Christmas present?