Brittany turned on her side and groaned; her Mom was calling her name to get up for school.
"C'mon Britt." Santana shook her girlfriend awake. Brittany mumbled something under her breath. "C'mon baby." The hispanic girl straddled her girlfriend's stomach and shook her shoulder's. Unfortunately, the shaking didn't go well with Brittany. She automatically felt nauseous.
"Move San!" She pushed Santana onto the floor, - she winced in pain - covered her mouth and ran to the toilet. Santana shivered at the sound of Brittany gagging.
"Britt-Britt, you okay in there?" Santana knocked on the bathroom door, rubbing her where it was sore.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just had a bad dinner last night." She shrugged.
"I had the same dinner as you." Santana shot a confused look towards Brittany.
"But I had a different - um - dressing." Brittany stammered, flushing the vomit covered toilet. Santana grabbed a paper towel, dabbed water on it and placed it on Brittany's forehead. She picked Britt up and carefully placed her back on the bed, making sure she did't move Brittany to much.
"I am going to tell your Mom that you're sick and you are not coming to school." She poked her girlfriend's nose and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you." Britt said quietly, sneaking under the covers.
After Santana told Brittany's Mom what happened, she returned to her girlfriend's room to see that she was fast asleep. She smiled at how cute Britt looked and shut the door quietly.
Quinn and Santana were walking down the hall to Glee club. Santana was explaining to Quinn why Britt wasn't in.
"And she just got sick?" Quinn asked, knitting her eyebrows together.
"Yup. I just shook her a little, to wake her up, and she threw up everywhere." Santana explained, shaking her hands. "Like, everywhere."
"That's awful. Sounds like she's pregnant." Quinn scoffed, crossing her arms. Santana's eyes widened in a worried matter. "But, she's definitely not. No. She would never cheat on you." Quinn placed her hand on Santana's shoulder and met her eyes.
"Yeah, I know. She'd never cheat." The bell rung. "C'mon, we've got Glee."
Mr. Schue started by clapping his hands to grab everyone's attention. "This week is-."
"Mr. Schue, Brittany's not in. She'd hate it if we practised without her. It'd be 'bullying'." Santana announced, raising her hand.
"Okay. Then we can just sing some songs." Mr Schue smiled and wiped off the stray letter's on the whiteboard.
Once the jam session was in full swing, Santana was bombarded with questions about Brittany.
'Is she okay?' 'But Britt is never sick.' 'Is she hungover?'
"Britt is fine. Just a little food poisoning, it won't kill her." Santana snapped. Everyone sat back in their seats, taken back by the snap.
Thought's of what was wrong with Britt roamed through Santana's head. Britt had a stomach of steel and an immunity system made of iron.
'She only broke up with Artie a couple weeks ago. Maybe she is...'. Santana thought. No. She shook her head in denial.
"Hey, you feeling any better?" Brittany's Mom crept into her room and patted Britt's thigh. Brittany had been throwing up all day with Disney movies on repeat. She shook her head and went pale again. "So I guess you won't be eating any time soon." She chuckled, rubbing Brittany's back as she chugged up everything in her stomach.
"Don't even mention food." She closed her eyes and sighed.
"If you need anything just shout." Brittany's Mom, Jane, kissed her daughter's forehead and stood up, leaving Britt in peace. Brittany whipped out her phone and texted Santana.
I am never eating again. Ever. -Britt.
I'll be over after school. Just sleep it off babe. (; - Santana
I'd sleep if I weren't puking everytime I smelt anything nice. Or not nice. So don't bring anything. Just yourself. - Britt. Santana didn't reply after that. Brittany sighed and put her phone back on the locker. She placed her hands on her stomach, which was at ease, and closed her eyes.
"Babe." Santana had snuck into Britt's room and poked her girlfriend's nose. "Britt."
"Mhm." The blonde nodded and smiled at the presence of her girlfriend.
"How you feeling?" Santana sat down at the edge of Britt's bed and rubbed her leg.
"Better now that you're here." Brittany leaned up and pecked Santana's lips.
"Good. Because everyone missed you in school. Especially me." Santana smiled and curled up next to Britt. "I love you."
"And I love you too." Brittany poked Santana's temple and squealed. "And I am coming back to school tomorrow."
"Good."
"It's Britney b*tch." Brittany said as she entered the doors to McKinley High. Everyone bowed their heads and ignored Brittany's big entrance.
"C'mon Britt." Santana patted her shoulder and took her hand.
"And she returns." Quinn slid next to the couple, forming the Unholy Trinity. "Feeling better?"
"Yup. I haven't puked all day." Britt smiled and opened her locker. She looked at her wrist where Santana wrote her lessons for today. Someone must've had their lunch with them because when Brittany sniffed, her stomach turned. "I'm gonna barf." Brittany held her mouth closed and ran to the nearest girls bathroom. But she hurled all over the girl's bathroom door before making it to a stall.
"Oh, Britt." Santana fake gagged at the smell of Brittany's guts. The vomit dripped down the door onto the floor.
"Geez Britt what do you eat?" Quinn waved her hand in front of her nose, scrunching up her face.
"Literally nothing." Brittany sighed, clenching her stomach as it twisted again. She didn't care that the door was covered in her insides, she pushed it open and barged into a cubicle. She hunched over the toilet, clenching the sides and throwing her insides into the toilet bowl. Santana rubbed circles into her girlfriend's back.
"Get it all out." Santana sighed. Quinn stood outside the stall with her arms crossed and face scrunched in disgust.
"And I'm done." Britt tied her hair in a messy bun, flushed the toilet and sat on the closed toilet lid.
"Good. Because we've got Glee. Like now." Quinn laughed.
"Unless you want to go home?" Santana raised her eyebrow.
"Nah, I'll just take it easy in practice." Brittany shrugged and walked out of the bathroom. All eyes were on the Cheerio's. Mainly Brittany who just chugged everywhere. Santana took her hand and scowled at everyone who stared.
"Sorry we're late Mr Schue." Santana said as they walked into the choir room.
"Yeah, Britt totally emptied her insides in the hallway." Quinn snorted, taking a seat.
"So, I take it you're not feeling any better." Mr Schue said.
"Mm, nope. No. No. No. But I can still help with choreography if you want." Britt shrugged, standing up.
"Only if you feel up to it." Mr Schue patted Britt's back. Britt nodded and shook her body.
"Right. Let's go." She twisted her neck and begun stretching. "Mike." The Asian footballer stood up and took Brittany's waist. "From the top. Five, six, seven, eight." They begun simply. But simple turned into spinning and flipping. And you know how that ends. Brittany's face went pale and once again she made a b-line for the bathroom.
"Britt, you won't make it. Trash-can." Santana yelled. As if they had practised this, Mr Schue tossed the trash-can to Mike who held it in front of Brittany who barfed into it. The Glee club kids squished there faces in disgust.
'What the f*ck is wrong with me? Food poisoning shouldn't last this long.' Brittany thought, rising her head out of the trash-can. She looked up and smiled faintly at the horrified faces of the Glee kids.
"Always check the expiry date before eating. And don't let your cat cook dinner." Britt coughed, sitting back down with the rest of the club. Mike stood with the trash-can still in his hands.
"Mike, just put it down." Mr Schue patted his back. "Santana, take Britt to the nurse's office." Santana stood up and took her girlfriend's waist and walked down to the nurse's office.
"Alright darlin', your Mom will be here soon." The nurse smiled.
"Hey, maybe you should go to a doctor or something?" Santana rubbed her thumb against Britt's knuckles and kiss her hand.
"Santana, I'm fine. I must've caught a bug or something." Britt comforted Santana as the bell rung.
"I've gotta get to class. Love you." Santana pressed her lips against Brittany's and giggled.
"Love you too."
Once Santana had left, Brittany began to think. There wasn't a bug going around, the food she had eaten was perfectly fine. The only other option was that she was pregnant. It wasn't an unrealistic option, she'd only broken up with Artie a little over a month ago. And last had intercourse with him, once again, a little over a month ago.
'But Artie, he used protection.' Britt shook her head in denial. 'Then again, there was that party. No. No.'
"Mom." Brittany said softly. She nodded. "Can you drop me off at the store, I'm just gonna grab a drink. I'll be back home in fifteen minutes."
"Yeah sure honey." Her Mom dropped her of at the nearest market at the end of their road. Brittany didn't need or want a drink. She'd probably just throw it up.
After building up a lot of nerve at the back of the pharmacy, Brittany went up to the counter. She just felt sick at the feeling of judgemental b*tches staring at her. She hung her head and snatched the brown bag. She had grabbed a drink beforehand so her Mom didn't think she had lied.
This is a time where she really wished she didn't live on the same road as Quinn. Once she saw the smaller blonde walking down the road to her house, she sped up and made a b-line for her house and once again she hung her head low.
"Hey, Britt!" Quinn shouted and Brittany's stomach turned, but she didn't feel as if she was going to vomit. "Brittany!" Quinn ran across the road and bounced next to her. "Why are you out?"
"I was just grabbing a drink." Brittany shrugged. Quinn's eyes widened as she saw the brown bag Brittany bared.
"Yeah, why were you at the pharmacy?" Quinn crossed her arms across her chest.
"I guess I need someone to read the instructions for me." Brittany muttered, taking Quinn's hand and dragged her inside. "Mom. Quinn's here to look after me."
"Britt, is everything okay?" Quinn asked as Britt took a seat on the edge of her bed. She took a deep breath. "Brittany." Quinn knelt down before her, rubbing her thigh. Brittany pointed to the bag, letting a tear flow down her cheek. The shorter blonde gulped and took the bag from the locker. She dumped out the box inside the bag and her jaw dropped. "You don't think you're...".
"It's the only thing I could think of. I mean, it's worth a try." Brittany shrugged. Quinn brought Britt in for a hug. She knew how tough this was. Especially if it turned out to be true.
"Go on. I'll wait out here." Quinn sent her a sympathetic smile and let Britt go into the bathroom. She sat nervously on the end of Britt's bed, shaking slightly.
Brittany sniffed and paced up and down the bathroom. Two tests. Just to be sure. Two minutes had passed. But she couldn't look at them.
"Britt." Quinn knocked on the door. "Brittany." Brittany swung open the door.
"You do it. I-I can't." Brittany stammered. Quinn picked up both tests and looked down at them.
"It's, um, they're positive Britt." Quinn looked at her best friend with wide eyes.
"What?" Brittany asked, rising her head out of her hands.
"They're positive B." Quinn repeated.
"No, no, no." Britt stuttered. "Nope. No. This is a dream. Quinn, pinch me." Brittany held out her arm and closer her eyes.
"Britt, this isn't a dream." Quinn said. The taller blonde began to sniff. She let a year flow down her cheek and sat on the edge of the bed. Neither of them said anything. Quinn just sat down next to her. She let Britt cry into her shoulder.
"Hey, if I can do this. So can you Britt." Quinn smiled. Brittany's head was in her lap, still crying.
"But what about Santana? She's gonna break up with me. And I don't want-."
"You were probably pregnant before you even became her girlfriend." Quinn comforted.
"Gosh, I'm so stupid." Brittany cried.
"No. No you're not. It could happen to anyone. Heck, it happened to me." Quinn stroked Brittany's hair. "And Santana will support you. Okay. And Artie. If they don't, you have your blonde partner in crime."
"Thanks." Britt wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist. "What-what about money? I-I can't afford raising a baby." Brittany sniffed and coughed into Quinn's Cheerio's skirt.
"Britt. You are going to be fine. You get into some pyjama's, I will get popcorn and a drink and we will watch a movie." Quinn met Britt's eyes and smiled. Britt gave in and grinned back.
Quinn was just about to leave Britt's room when the tall blonde stopped her.
"Quinn."
"Mhm." Quinn nodded, turning around on her heels.
"Can, um, c-can you come to my first ultrasound?" Britt asked, looking up at Quinn with her puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah. Sure." She squeezed Britt's thigh and left the room.
A/N; So this is my first Brittana fanfiction. It's a complete AU. I'm not following the storyline's completely. Um, yeah I hope you guys enjoy. I've already come up with a storyline, but feel free to leave some input.
Britt will definitely be having the baby, whether or not Santana or Artie are involved, so feel free to drop some name suggestions and try and guess the gender. (:
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