"What are cravings?" Brittany asked Quinn after dinner.
"Usually, it doesn't start until later on into a pregnancy, but Brittany S. Pierce is an exception." Quinn poked Brittany's stomach.
"I'm just special." Brittany flaunted, flicking her hair.
"You, are very special." She patted Britt's knee. "Anyway, cravings is this messed up thing. You get these random cravings for random food and random combinations. You're gonna need someone at night to go out and get a bacon taco for you. At least that's what I had Puck for." She laughed.
"And by someone, you mean I'm gonna need Santana." Britt rolled her eyes and groaned. Slowly, Quinn nodded. "Nope, I'm not telling her." Brittany shook her head quickly.
"She's gonna notice something when you start showing. That little Lima Bean is gonna get bigger and bigger until you pop." Quinn mimicked a bomb explosion with her hand. The two girls laughed at Quinn's impression.
"True. But I will find the right time to tell her." When Brittany stood up the baby picture fell on the floor under her bed but the two girls didn't notice. "Now, let us sleep young child." Brittany said with a creepy old man voice.
"Britt-Britt." Santana caught up with Brittany after lunch. Truth be told, Brittany was avoiding her girlfriend with one thing on her mind. How was she going to tell her about the baby? So when Santana attacked Brittany from behind, Brittany had a mini metaphorical heart attack.
"Santana." Brittany gasped back. She slipped her hand into Santana's hand and squeezed it. "Hey, do you want to come over tonight? I don't have family dinner tonight."
"That. Would. Be. Perfect." Santana said, kissing her cheeks between words. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" She stopped Britt in the hallway.
"Tell me again." Britt whispered seductively.
"I love you." Two girls kissing in the hallway in McKinley High was finally acceptable. Santana got on her tip toes and pressed a kiss on Brittany's lips. She pulled apart and lingered a smiled in front of Brittany's face.
"I love you two." Brittany giggled and took Santana's hand again. She drug Santana into the choir room five minutes late for Glee club.
"And they have arrived." Mr Schue sighed, knowing that the couple had arrived without even turning around. The two girls bowed their heads and walked to their seats. Santana took a seat and let Brittany take a seat on her lap.
"I really cannot wait to scissor you tonight. I needs to get my lady loving on." Santana whispered into Brittany's ear. Brittany couldn't help but get caught in a deep thought.
Would scissoring hurt the baby? Brittany thought tapping her chin. I mean, I really want to get my lady lovin' on, but is it safe with a baby on board?
"Brittany?" Mr Schue clicked his finger in Brittany's face, bringing her out of the deep thought.
"Yeah." She snapped her head up.
"Nothing, I was just making sure you were still awake. You looked pretty deep in thought. Do you have any ideas for sectionals?" He asked, trying to bring Brittany back into the lesson.
"Sweaters." She said in a serious tone. "Or Britney Spears."
"Okay, glad to know we've got a plan B." He chuckled.
Mr Schue kept a close eye on Brittany for the rest of the lesson, knowing she wasn't her normal cheery self.
"Brittany, can I talk to you for a second?" Mr Schue tugged her Cheerio's jacket and she spun around on her heel. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Mr Schue." Lie. "Just a little bit tired." Lie.
"Okay, you just seemed out of character today." He said. "One thing I always look forward to in Glee club is your quirk and joy that you bring to the group. Lately, I've noticed it's not there." Brittany couldn't bare to lie. Especially not to Mr Schue. I mean, he would support her. He's like a father figure. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Actually Mr Schue, I'm not okay." Brittany sighed, walking closer to him.
"Okay, what's up?" He asked, taking two chairs and gesturing for her to sit.
"I'm gonna tell you something. Because you're like a second father figure. And I trust you. And you give really good hugs." She clenched onto her school books harder.
"Okay, care to elaborate." He scrunched his eyebrows together.
"Mr Schue. I - I - I'm pregnant." She sobbed. Mr Schue chuckled.
"Did you go to a doctor?" He asked, remembering the last time she told the group she was pregnant.
"Yeah. And I don't know why you're laughing." She nodded, looking up at him coldly.
"Oh, Brittany I'm so sorry." He quickly apologised and stood up. The teacher walked up to his student and embraced her in a long hug. He could feel Brittany's lip trembling against his shoulder and the tears soak through his vest. "It's okay. It's going to be okay." She continued sniffing and letting tears flow onto his shoulder.
"Thank you Mr Schue." She pulled away from his deep hug. "Please don't say anything to anyone, especially not Santana." She wiped a tear away from under her eye.
"I love getting our cuddle on." Santana tugged onto Brittany, nuzzling her face into Britt's stomach.
"You sound so not badass when you say cuddle." Brittany chuckled, smirking. Ever since she told Mr Schue about the baby, she felt so much happier.
"Cuddle." Santana repeated, crawling up closer to Brittany.
"You, Santana Lopez are adorable." Britt poked Santana's nose and smiled, gazing into her girlfriend's eyes.
"And you are dead meat if you ever tell anyone." Santana threatened, straddling Brittany's hips. Brittany sat up and leaned into Santana, pressing a kiss on her soft lips.
"You wouldn't bare to live without me." Brittany smiled, pressing their foreheads together, not breaking the eye contact.
"That is very true." She returned a kiss, this time deepening it further. Brittany pushed Santana off her chest and shook her head.
"I need to pee." Brittany smirked, causing Santana to sigh.
"Hurry back." Santana called dramatically as Brittany got up to go to the bathroom. Santana lay on her back playing in her phone and hanging off the edge of the bed. You know when you've got your phone on the air and it just drops on your face.
"Sh*t." Santana winced, rubbing her forehead where her phone dropped. It fell onto the floor next to the end of Brittany's bed. A loud thud followed Santana falling off the bed after her phone. She had pushed her phone under Britt's bed. She looked under the bed and placed her hand on her phone when something else caught her eye. A picture, the size of a polaroid photo. She pulled it out after her phone. One small glance at it was enough for Santana's heart to fall right into her stomach.
No, no, no, no. This can't be- A small glimpse at the name at the top of the picture halted Santana's hopeful thoughts. Pierce, Brittany. Santana broke into fits of sobs. She wanted to rip the photo, hell, burn it. She pinched herself to see if it was some sort of nightmare.
"No. This is isn't real." She choked, tears dripping off Santana's cheek and onto her chin. "No. No." Santana screamed into her hands.
"Santana." Brittany entered the room and crouched down to her sobbing girlfriend only to be pushed away.
"Tell me this," she pulled out the picture, "isn't true. Tell me this is some messed up prank. Please Britt, tell me you didn't cheat on me." Santana choked.
"I - I - I didn't cheat on you." She replied softly. Santana looked up and her and shook her head.
"Lie. You're f*cking pregnant, B. Even you know that a girl can't get a girl pregnant." Santana snapped. "And you didn't tell me. The least you could do was tell me Britt."
"I only found out three days ago Santana." Brittany trembled. "Quinn, Mr Schue and my parents are the only ones who know."
"Okay, so I'm not the first person to hear about this." Santana replied coldly, pointing to the baby in the picture. Brittany shook her head. "Lemme guess, Little Miss Stretches brought you to your first ultrasound as well." Britt nodded her head, still crying uncontrollably. "Well that's great. Please at least tell me that the kid is Artie's so I know you didn't cheat on me. And so there is a less chance that I will break up with you."
"It's Artie's. I'm six weeks along, almost seven." Brittany was able to stop the tears for a little bit. "Please Santana, don't leave me."
"What else am I suppose to do, what would you do if your girlfriend was stupid enough to get herself knocked up by a cripple who's dick barely works." Santana yelled. She was so confused and mad that the words flowed out of her mouth before she could think about them. "Sorry Britt, I didn't mean to call you stupid." She tried to crouch down next to her and wrap her arms around her girlfriend. But Brittany wasn't having any of it.
"Nope. Just leave." Brittany breathed out, her lip trembling. Santana stood up and walked over to the door.
"B, I don't want us to be over, just give me some time to think." Santana said softly before closing the door behind her. Brittany sat in the corner of her room, sniffing and letting out sobs of tears.
The next day at school was awkward for the couple. Santana still wasn't done thinking about what to do and didn't so much as make eye contact with Brittany. And don't even get me started about the locker room. When Brittany took off her Cheerio's t-shirt, Santana couldn't help but sneak a glimpse at Brittany's bare stomach whilst she wasn't looking. She knew that there was life growing inside of her. And she wanted to support her, but she couldn't. She didn't know how to.
Throughout Glee club, Santana sneaked little glances at Brittany when she wasn't looking, still trying to figure out what she wanted, no needed, to do for Brittany. Everyone had noticed that Brittany and Santana were sitting at opposite ends of the choir room.
"Okay, hold up." Artie interrupted Glee club by wagging his finger in the air. He rolled out into the middle of the room. "Santana, Brittany. What in the hell is going on? We can practically smell the tension in the room and we all know its not sexual tension."
"It's not my place to tell. Go on Britt, tell them your little secret." Santana said in a mocking tone. "I'm sure Artie would love to know."
"You've said enough Santana." Mr Schue snapped.
"They're gonna find out one way or another. Or are you just gonna let them find the picture in your room or the test in the trash can." Santana stood up and crossed her arms across her chest. Brittany stood up, crying and ran out of the choir room into the hall.
"Santana, what would I love to know?" Artie asked in concern.
"Why don't you wheel after Britt there, go on. Run along." Santana said, pretending to shoo him like a dog.
"Brittany." Artie wheeled out of the choir room, like Santana said, to find Brittany. He wheeled down the hall until he heard a sob come from a classroom. Low and behold, he found Brittany in the vacant classroom. "Britt, are you okay?" He asked sympathetically. "What did Santana mean back there?"
"You're gonna hate me Artie, and I can't have another person hating me." Brittany shook her head, crying into her hands.
"No, I won't hate you. Britt, you're special." He wheeled up to where here legs were hanging off the table and patted her knee.
"But this is going to change your whole life Artie. It's going to f*ck everything up."
"You're saying that to a guy in a wheel chair." He grinned and Brittany rolled her eyes at his humour. "You can tell me anything Britt."
"Please just don't hate me after I tell you." She sniffed and wiped away her tears with her Cheerio's jacket.
"Promise." He nodded.
"I - I - I'm pregnant. And you're the father."
A/N; That was literally the most cliche line ever XD hope you enjoyed that, just Brittany telling a few people. And Santana reacting. Don't worry, they'll figure out their sh*t. Trust me, Santana is so whipped that she'd come back to Brittany no matter what XD
A lot of you want me to do a love triangle thing and I think it'd be awesome. Just bare in mind that I can't write angsty things without it being stupid XD and I'm really bad at pacing, which has nothing to do with the love triangle I'm just putting it out there. So feel free to tell me if I'm going too fast or too slow. And I've never written something like this before so just bare with me XD if I'm going down, you guys are coming with me XD
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