EDIT: Gawd, the typos...

A huge thank you to all of the support! I was stunned when I saw the sudden surge of the encouragement.

Addressing the quinntanna thing; there will be at least a little bit of it; can't just ignore the fact that they've slept together, can I? That's bound to have some emotional repercussions (not necessarily in a bad way). Not so sure about the fapezberry triangle…I just don't see it going there with Rachel and Santana. But who knows?

It took a few minutes for Rachel's sobs to die down, her face buried in the crook of Quinn's neck. As much as she had advocated against calling Quinn, she had missed her greatly. They hadn't really had a chance to talk during Mr. Shue's failed wedding. Valentine's… Rachel's jaw clenched.

"I hope you've calmed down, because if you keep crying, I'm going to need a change of clothes."

Rachel's eyes snapped open and she abruptly tilted her head to look at Quinn. The taller girl was smiling slightly, showing the brunette that the statement wasn't meant to be offensive.

"Not that I'd mind," Quinn said wryly. "But I left in such a hurry that I didn't even grab my laptop, let alone an extra outfit."

Rachel blankly looked from the blonde's face and back to the spot she was previously occupying. Sure enough, there was a fairly large stain on Quinn's blue sundress. She snapped her head up to apologize and then faltered, the blonde's close proximity suddenly hitting her; their faces were merely inches apart.

Quinn still had her arms around the small of Rachel's back, the shorter girl's hands clutching the front of the dress's torso. Cocking her head to one side, Quinn studied Rachel in concern.

"What's wrong?"

The baby…she's going to feel the baby; she's going to know it's there…she's going to…

Rachel's eyes widened almost imperceptibly before she abruptly shoved Quinn away. The action was so harsh, so unexpected, that Quinn didn't have time to school a mask of indifference over the hurt that flashed across her face.

The smaller girl instantly regretted the action. Her eyes welled up, and she placed a hand over her mouth to quell the sob that was threatening to spill out.

"Quinn…I…I'm so sorry."

"What the fuck, Berry." Santana snapped, no longer keen on the idea of silently studying the two's interactions.

Rachel opened her mouth to say something before changing her mind. She shook her head, turning around and disappearing into her room.

The Latina decided against chewing out the rapidly retreating girl out, choosing to wait until Rachel was out of sight before rounding on Quinn.

"You've got a shit-ton of explaining to do," Santana demanded, eyes boring into the other girl.

Quinn frowned, blinking rapidly as her expression quickly morphed into that of irritation. "I…" Quinn's voice uncharacteristically cracked. She cleared her throat. "I think you're mistaken, Lopez. You're the one that hung up on me and then proceeded to ignore my subsequent phone calls."

Santana scoffed. "That was obviously not my fault and not what I was referring…"

"Well how was I supposed to know that? It was the first time you'd called since Valentine's." Quinn's jaw tightened as she regarded Santana with a hint of measured disappointment, steadily manipulating the conversation into less dangerous waters.

As expected, Santana took the bait, her eyes widening in incredulity. "Are you pissed because I didn't call you sooner?"

"You should have called, period! The hang up doesn't count!" Quinn exploded, glowering at the other girl. So perhaps the anger wasn't all feigned. "You just ignored me!"

Santana jerked her head back, momentarily stunned.

"Phones work two ways, Fabray," she testily replied. "Maybe I was waiting for you to call."

"I'm not the one with that kind of experience," Quinn hissed, casting a surreptitious glance towards Rachel's room. "And it didn't have to be a call, a text would have sufficed."

"I'm sorry," Santana spit out sarcastically. "Let's back track here. Were you referring to Sapphic experience?" The Latina asked the question obnoxiously loud, forcing the blonde to quickly clamp a hand over the girl's mouth.

"Don't, Santana," she warned icily, glaring daggers at her.

Santana rolled her eyes and pulled away, deciding that this was probably not the best time to tell Quinn that she might have already broken the news to Rachel. "You didn't seem to have a problem with it when we talked."

"You mean, when I was taking a drink of water? Not sure that counts as much of a talk," Quinn scoffed. "And, I never said I had a problem with it." When she received no reply, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "We're friends, Santana. When you didn't call, I was worried you had boxed me in with your one time flings."

Santana smirked. "Well, technically, it was more than a one time fling." Quinn let out a frustrated groan.

"You know what I…" The last word died on Quinn's lips as she suddenly registered the presence of one Rachel Berry.

How the hell did she miss her?

"Rachel," Quinn mumbled weakly. The girl was watching Quinn with an inscrutable expression. How much had she heard?

The apartment door burst open, instantly providing an out to the awkward situation. All three girls turned to see Kurt precariously balancing two large bags of groceries in one arm while having his other hand on the door's handle.

"Oh my god, you should have seen the line to that vegan place," Kurt declared as he fumbled to remove the key from the lock. "I finally got sick of waiting and had the brilliant idea that we could just cook our problems away. But look at the time now. God, it's almost seven!" Finally succeeding in freeing the key, he looked up to see three girls watching him. Rachel was standing in her doorway and holding some of Brody's old clothes whereas Santana and Quinn were standing a few feet away from each other in the middle of the den; all three girls were watching him silently as Kurt continued to gape, unsure of what he had just interrupted.

"Quinn," he squeaked, glancing from said girl to Rachel. "What…" Recovering, Kurt quickly redirected his question. "What a pleasure to see you!"

"It sure doesn't feel like it," she muttered, walking up to Kurt and grabbing a bag before heading to the kitchen.

When you didn't call, I was worried you had boxed me in with your one time flings.

Well, technically, it was more than a one-time fling.

Rachel's brow furrowed in confusion. Were they dating now? But…

"RACHEL."

Said girl's eyes snapped to that of a very pissed off looking Latina.

"I'm sorry, I think I need to lie down," Rachel mumbled before retreating back into her room.

Santana's eyes flared. "Oh no you don't," she muttered, following the girl in. "You do not just get to ignore me." If Rachel had been thinking lucidly, she would have probably realized that Santana following her in and closing the door behind her was not a good omen.

But Rachel Berry was not in the most grounded state. She was…confused, and confused about what she was confused about; it was making her head throb violently.

"Santana, I don't even know what you asked," the diva tiredly replied. She rubbed small circles around her temples as she took a seat on the edge of her bed. The attempts to alleviate the headache were in vain. "I just want to sleep."

"Why. Did. You. Shove. Quinn." Santana gritted out slowly, her back on the door.

"Because she would have felt the baby!" Rachel snapped. "She would have found out! And she would have…"

Santana was watching the other girl suspiciously. "And she would have what?" she pressed.

"She would have hated me," Rachel whispered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Santana burst out laughing.

Rachel immediately took offense, hastily wiping at her eyes. "I'm so glad you find all of this amusing." Had she actually have had somewhere else to go, she would have executed the perfect storm out. As it was, there really was nowhere else to go, what, with Santana blocking the door and all.

"Oh shut it Berry," Santana chuckled, wiping a stray tear. "There is so much wrong with what you said, I don't even know where to begin." She pretended to think for a moment before turning her eyes to the distraught girl, amused. "How about we start with how Quinn has claimed to hate you for years and it's never bothered you before?"

"We weren't friends then," Rachel retorted, still nursing her injured self-esteem. "And it did bother me," she mumbled, quietly, as an afterthought.

Santana's eyes widened in interest as she queried, "What was that?"

"I said that it did bother me," the other girl vehemently exclaimed.

The faintest traces of a smirk started to appear on Santana's face. "Interesting," she murmured.

"What?" Rachel demanded.

"Calm your tits hobbit," Santana drawled. "We still have to talk about what else was wrong with, ya know…" she gestured wildly. "Everything else you just said."

Rachel regarded her silently, her lips a thin line.

"Okay first of all, I know you're not stupid," Santana deadpanned.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" Rachel asked skeptically.

The taller brunette chose to ignore that question. "So I'm going to chalk it up to the hormones and shock and all that shit."

"Chalk what up?" Rachel asked, exasperated. "Santana, I've got no idea what you're…"

"You can't be more than two weeks pregnant," Santana cut her off. "Even if you two were dry humping…" Rachel let out a scandalized yelp, and Santana smirked before continuing. "She wouldn't be able to feel diddly-squat. The absolute earliest would be in nine weeks."

Rachel looked at her, mouth ajar.

"You've got to be kidding me," she groaned, burying her face in her hands. "How would I know that?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Let's see…uh…" She paused for dramatic effect. "Common sense? Can you feel the baby?"

"No…" Rachel trailed off. Then a sudden thought hit her. "But why would you know that?"

The taller girl regarded Rachel warily, the smile slipping off her face. "What are you talking about Berry?"

"Just that maybe you weren't as disinterested in Quinn's pregnancy as you pretended to be." As Rachel finished the sentence, she noted in alarm that Santana had come perilously close and backed up rapidly until she found herself slamming into the headboard.

"Don't let me ever catch you saying crap like that in Quinn's presence," Santana hissed angrily, bending down so that she could stare at Rachel, eye level.

Rachel was taken aback. "I didn't mean that as an insult." Santana's eyes flashed, and Rachel found herself readily nodding. "Okay."

As Santana straightened up, satisfied, there was a rapid set of knocking.

"What do you want?" Santana yelled.

Kurt opened the door, poking his head inside. "Why must you bellow through the door? We're humans, not barbarians."

At the what-the-fuck-did-you-just-say look Santana was giving him, Kurt sighed. "Dinner's ready."

Santana grinned. "Great, I'm starving." She cast a glance at Rachel. "You coming or what? I mean, you are eating for two now."

"Santana!" Rachel shrilled.

"Oh my god, this keeping-Berry's-pregnancy-a-secret-from-Quinn thing is starting to really get old," Santana grumbled.

"But Quinn's not even here," Kurt said, bemused. "So there's no real reason to be all hush-hush anymore."

Both girls froze.

"What?!"