"I'm pregnant, and you're the father." Brittany pursed her lips together and widened her eyes. Artie looked at her. He tried to say something, but his words got caught in his throat. It took a few minutes of choking on his words and Brittany giving him toothy smiles (and welling up) for Artie to speak up.
"And - uh - you're sure about it?" He asked softly.
"Yeah. Quinn took me to the doctor - like - two days ago." She said, twiddling her thumbs together. "I want you to be involved."
"Yeah, sure." He nodded slowly. "Can I just have some time to, you know, wrap my head around this?" Britt nodded; Artie flashed her a small grin.
"Can you give me a ride to my locker?" Brittany asked, pulling the puppy dog eyes that always work.
"Hop on." He patted his legs. She curled her arm around Artie's neck and sat on his lap lightly. He wheeled her down the hallway to her locker, much to her delight.
"Thank you." She crouched down to his level and kissed his cheek.
"It's gonna be okay, Britt." Artie squeezed her hand. One part of her was grateful but the other wishes it was Santana squeezing her hand. Being supportive. Making sure she knew that everything was going to be fine.
3 days later...
And Santana still hadn't worked up the courage to speak to Brittany. Only steal glances at her in the Choir room or after Cheerio's practice in the locker room.
She wished she had been more supportive. That's why she decided to turn up at Brittany's house after school. To say sorry and to work through things. Little did she know who was going to be there.
Santana knocked on the door. She begun to shake and bite her lip.
"Santana." Jane greeted her. "Um, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see Britt." Santana replied.
"Please tell me you've started talking again." She groaned.
"Um, something like that." Santana shrugged. "Can I go see her?"
"Yeah. She's in her room." Jane moved to the side and let Santana go upstairs.
Santana ran upstairs but stopped right outside of Brittany's room.
"Britt." She knocked on Brittany's bedroom door.
"San, come in." Brittany smiled at the thought of Santana coming back to her. Santana was all smiley, until she saw Artie. He was in his wheelchair at the end of Britt's bed.
"Oh, Wheels is here. Great." Santana smiled sarcastically. "Guess you don't need me here."
"San." Brittany whined. "Come here." She begged.
"I'm staying for Brittany and no other reason." Santana said coldly, sitting on the edge of Brittany's bed. "You okay?" Santana patted Brittany's leg.
"Mhm." Brittany pulled up a side smile.
"So, what are we discussing? Baby names. Baby rooms. Betting on the gender." Santana laughed, much to the dislike of Artie and Brittany.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Artie spoke up. "I was just telling Brittany about how involved I want to be." Santana's heart sunk.
I'm about to lose my girl to this cripple she thought, gulping.
"And I don't. As in, I'll help with the money situation. But I can barely take care of myself, let alone a child." Artie nodded at Santana who was disgusted by his choice. "So Brittany has agreed to let me be an Uncle to the child or a family friend."
"This is bullcrap!" Santana yelled. "You're just gonna let her raise this kid by herself. You're the one who caused all this crap for my girl, you should have to deal with the consequences. You can't just-." Santana began to rant until Brittany cut her off when she started pushing Artie into the corner.
"Stop the violence." Brittany put her hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "San, this isn't your decision, this is between me and Artie. And you clearly wanted to have nothing to do with this a couple days ago, so you definitely don't get a say in any of this." Brittany towered over Santana.
"Okay, fair enough." Santana said, still glaring at Artie. "But I, honestly, don't want to be like Artie. I don't want to sit at the sidelines and watch. I do want to help. I want to be there with you Britt. I know I've acted like a b*tch this past week. And I'm sorry. I want to raise this kid with you. Only if you'll let me. Both of you." Santana switched between glances at the both of them.
"I couldn't think of a better person to do the job." The corner of Artie's mouth turned up and he nodded at Santana. They both looked at Brittany for approval. She swung her arms around Santana's neck and nuzzled her face into the raven black hair.
"I missed you San." She whispered into Santana's ear. Santana looked over Brittany's shoulder to a smiling Artie and mouthed 'Thank you'.
"I missed you too baby." Santana replied, taking a deep breath. She pulled away from Brittany and kissed her on the cheek.
"I pass the baton to you Santana, but I will be here whenever you guys need me. I'll pay for sonograms, baby essentials, whatever. I will try to help. But Santana, the baby raising and loving is all up to you." Artie mock shook her hand causing Santana to laugh.
"Thank you Mr Abrams." She grinned.
After escorting Artie down to his Mom's car, Santana returned to Brittany's room and hopped onto her bed and into her arms.
"You do realise I'm seven weeks along and I can still do some heavy work." Brittany rolled her eyes as Santana climbed over her and nuzzled her head into Britt's chest.
"I know, I'm just a neurotic freak." Santana giggled. She sat up and faced Brittany, her smirk fading away. "I'm sorry Britt, for everything I said back then-."
"Santana it's fine." Brittany reassured.
"Yeah, I know. But I shouldn't of said those things. I guess I was just a little freaked out." Santana shrugged. "Please take this as an 'I'm sorry' present." Santana took out a small box from her pocket and gave it to Brittany, smiling. She opened up the box to find a necklace with a little silver heart. Engraved into the heart was, S + B Forever. And on the other side. OLB.
"What's OLB?" Brittany asked, knitting her eyebrows together.
"I was talking to Quinn earlier and I heard that you've already given this little guy," she poked Brittany's stomach, "a nickname. It stands for, Our Lima Bean. Or Our Little Bean. Whatever one suits you."
"Oh Santana I love it." Brittany pinned Santana onto the bed with a tight hug. "Thank you." She pulled away and gestured for Santana to put it around her neck. "You know you don't have to do this, be involved."
"I want to. Yeah, we're probably too young to be raising a kid. So what if we're starting a family way earlier than expected. But I love you and this makes you happy." Santana took Brittany's hand and squeezed it. "And, don't tell anyone, but I kind of already love this kid. I don't know how, but I do."
"We're starting a family San." Britt leaned into Santana and pressed her lips into her girlfriend. She pulled away quickly. "So you think its gonna be a boy huh?"
"Mami knows best." Santana winked leaning back into Brittany, grabbing her by the hips.
"I am the one carrying Our Lima Bean and I think its a girl. Hormones know best." Brittany bit her lip.
3;37 in the morning.
"San." Brittany turned on her side and nudged her girlfriend. Her stomach twisted. Brittany snapped her body up and turned on the light.
"Britt, what are you doing?" Santana groaned. Brittany hopped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom attached to her bedroom. "Oh, honey." Santana ran after Brittany and crouched next to her. She held back her girlfriends hair as she emptied her dinner into the toilet.
Once she was finished throwing up, Brittany sat up and cuddled into Santana's arm. Santana kissed the top of Brittany's head.
"You good? You wanna stand up?" Santana gave Brittany her hands and helped her stand up. She wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist and helped her limp back to her bed. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's shoulder whilst Brittany cuddled herself into Santana's stomach. "Hey Britt." Santana said softly.
"Yeah?" She looked back up to Santana.
"Can I - uhm - can I talk some sense into him?" Santana asked awkwardly referring to Brittany's stomach.
"Yeah. And don't worry I won't tell anyone at school what a piece of fluff ball you are." Brittany teased and Santana squirmed down to Brittany's stomach.
"Hey Little Bean." Santana poked Brittany's lower stomach. "I'm your MamÃ. Your Mama and I love you. So it would be greatly appreciated if you didn't make your Mama sick every day. Trust me, you will feel bad when we get to meet you. She's the most wonderful, amazing person alive and she's going to take care and comfort you when you're born. So please, please stop making her sick. Night night." She kissed Brittany's stomach and turned off the light, returning to the position she was in before.
"You are seriously a freaking fluff-ball."
"Have you told your Mom and Dad?" Brittany asked her girlfriend. "Since you're technically going to be a Mom."
"Um, no. They don't know about you being pregnant and certainly don't know about me." Santana slipped her hand into Brittany's as they walked down the McKinley hallway.
"When are you gonna tell them?" Britt questioned as they stopped at the lockers. Santana reached forward and fixed Brittany's lopsided necklace.
"I don't know Britt. Can we do it at the weekend?" (Bare in mind it's Tuesday). "Just give me some time to get everything together up here." Santana gestured to her head.
"Okay." Brittany nodded as Santana begun to write her timetable on her wrist. "And what about the Glee club?"
"If you want, we could do it today?" Santana swung Brittany's arms from side to side.
"That would be perfect." Brittany placed a light kiss on Santana's cheek. "Thank you for doing this San." They walked down the hall with their pinkies linked.
"I'd do anything for you Britt. Plus I'm not leaving mijo grow up without two parents." Santana crawled her arm around Brittany's waist and met with her stomach.
"Mija." Brittany corrected in her best Spanish accent "Mama knows best." She whispered into Santana's ear before going to her next class.
"Are you sure you want to tell the Glee club today, it can wait." Brittany squeezed Santana's hand before gong into the Choir Room.
"I'm sure." Santana pecked Brittany's lips. They walked into the Choir Room. Artie looked at Santana and gave her a reassuring nod.
"Alright." Mr Schue clasped his hands together.
"Actually Mr Schue, I'm going to interrupt you there. We needz to get something of our chest." Santana basically pushed Mr Schue out of the spotlight.
"Take it away girls."
"Take what away?" Brittany asked in all seriousness.
"Just say what you need to say." Mr Schue chuckled lightly.
"Okay. Brittany, care to start us off." Santana pursed her lips together, not wanting to actually say anything.
"Thanks." Brittany widened her eyes at Santana. "Um, well the easiest way to say this is. I'm pregnant. Yay!" Brittany shook her hands in 'excitement'.
"Are you sure Britt, not one of your fantasies?" Puck teased.
"No you d*ck. This is real life sh*t." Santana yelled.
"Oh. Sorry." He sunk into his chair.
"Anyway, we know who the father is. He knows who he is. And it stays that way. We don't speak of him. This is mine and Brittany's child. If anyone has an issue with that I will personally go all Lima Heights on you." Santana threatened.
"Wow Santana you really are whipped." Finn scoffed. "Your girlfriend goes and cheats on you and you forgive her."
"No you idiot. She didn't cheat. How it happened stays between Me and Brittany. Okay?" Santana growled.
"Okay." He shook his head grinning at the couple, he wasn't convinced.
"Good. Keep that thought in your head Flabbers."
"Or, Artie's the father. I mean, he was the last guy to be with Brittany." Finn stood up.
"Finn, sit down." Mr Schue shouted.
"Artie has nothing to do with this." Brittany snapped. "Just piss off Finn. You have no right to just go and make assumptions. How this happened is none of your business."
"Okay." He sat back down. "Slut." He muttered.
"Oh, now that's it. That's the final straw." Santana roared. She ran straight for Finn who just sat and grinned. It took Puck, Mike, Brittany and Mr Schue to hold her back.
"Finn, Principal Figgin's office. Now." Mr Schue yelled. Once Finn was out of the room, everyone let go of the raging Latina.
Everyone went silent once he was out of sight in shock of what just happened and everything caught up to Brittany. It's like all the yelling and shouting was collected and stuffed into her mind all at once. It spun around in her head and she went pale. Her head began to spin and legs began to tremble. Quinn was the first to notice.
"Santana." She shouted and pointed at Brittany.
A/N; Hope you enjoyed that. And I hope you like what I did with Artie and stuff. And Finn.
Seriously though, if I'm going to fast please stop me and I'll take it slower.
I've come up with a name for if it's a girl and for if it's a boy. But I don't know what I want it to me. Please tell me what you want it to be.
And I hope you like the way Santana manned up and stuff.
Please continue with the reviews, it's amazing how much feedback I'm getting.
Thank you, hope you enjoyed. (: