Chapter 3 – Is it mine?

Maribel is the first one to break the silence that fell between them after Jason's announcement. "Oh My God! That's amazing news. I'm gonna be a grandma." She says with a big smile on her face.

"Congratulations son." Miguel says smiling after processing the news. "I can't wait to meet my grandson or granddaughter, or both."

Jason laughs. "You still have to wait a little bit, dad." He turns to Brittany and smiles at her lovingly while caressing her hand. The blonde gives him a forced smile back, while through the corner of her eyes she watches Santana's demeanor. "What about you San?"

Jason's question makes Santana snap out of her thoughts and she looks up to find expectant brown eyes looking back at her. "What about me?"

"Aren't you happy you're going to be an aunt?" Jason asks in a chipper tone as he looks at his sister with a big smile on his face.

"I'm stoked." She says sarcastically but due to all the happiness surrounding the table no one, except for Brittany, catches on the sarcasm. "I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm gonna lay down for a bit." She gives her family a forced smile and then stands up from her chair. She glances at Brittany and once again blue eyes lock with brown. And like last time Brittany is the one to break their little moment and looks down at her plate. Santana sighs and walks upstairs. As she's halfway there she can hear the cheers and the laughs of happiness coming from the dining room. She tunes them out and walks towards her bedroom.

She slumps on her bed when she arrives at her room and hugs her fluffy pillow tightly against her chest. She doesn't know why she isn't happy for her brother, she should be, but the truth is she isn't. And she doesn't know why she isn't. All these emotions are coursing through her body and she doesn't like it. She doesn't even know what these emotions are, the only thing she knows is that not one of them is happiness. And that's what she should be feeling right now. But no. Her mind is a mess and her feelings are even worse. And she knows the reason to all of this, but she's not ready to acknowledge it… yet. So for the time being she's just going to try and push these thoughts and emotions to the back of her mind and try to accept the fact that Brittany is going to have a baby that is her brother's too. Just saying that, even if it's in her head, leaves a nagging feeling in the Latina's stomach. She huffs in frustration and hugs the pillow tighter to her body, willing sleep to take over her and to take, also, her thoughts away.


Santana wakes up after what feels like hours of sleep, but that in reality only has been an hour. She groans in displeasure when she looks at the clock in her bedside table and sees that is only 9:30 p.m. Knowing that she won't fall asleep any time soon, she gets up and walks towards her dresser to fetch some clothes. With the items needed in hand, she walks towards the bathroom to take a relaxing bath.

She enters the bathroom without knocking and gasps in surprise and lets her clothes slip from her arms to the floor when she sees another person inside the bathroom, or to be more precisely, Brittany.

"Oh sorry. I didn't know anyone was here." Santana says apologetically as she looks at Brittany's face through the mirror.

"It's no problem. I'm done actually." Brittany says as she puts her toothbrush in its place and turns around to look at the Latina. They stare at one another, not knowing what to do or what to say. They just stand there for a few minutes, looking at every part of their faces: their eyes, their noses, their cheeks, their chins and their lips. And there is where their eyes stop, at each other's lips. Those lips that both want to kiss, but neither one of them wants to admit it. Because admitting it would just create a mess right now, so to avoid that Brittany looks away and stutters a bit. "I-I'm gonna g-go." She walks towards the door and her shoulder brushes Santana's, sending a shock of electricity through both their bodies.

"Congratulations by the way." And this makes the blonde stop at the doorway and turn around to face the Latina. "You'll be a great mom." Santana continues as she smiles sweetly at the blonde.

Brittany smiles back and replies a little shyly. "Thanks." Santana shrugs, saying through her gestures that is no big deal. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Santana asks confused.

"Don't you want to have kids?" Brittany asks cautiously and there's a little hopefulness laced in her voice, something Santana decides to ignore thinking that she might be interpreting it wrong.

"I think I'll never have kids. I would probably freak out if I had one, because I'm not good with all the baby stuff and all the crying and diapers… it's not for me. They're cute, yeah, but I just…you know." Santana explains as she looks at the ground and so she doesn't notice the sad look that appears on Brittany's face. Santana looks up again and the sad expression on Brittany's face is replaced by a tight lipped smile. The blonde turns around and takes a step forward. "Look out!" She hears Santana shout to her, but it's too late, because she slips on the clothes scattered on the floor and feels herself falling backwards. She prepares herself for the excruciating pain she's about to feel, but she doesn't hit the floor. Instead, soft arms catch her and she finds herself looking at beautiful warming brown eyes. Santana starts laughing at the whole situation and Brittany finds herself laughing with the Latina. They keep laughing at the silliness of the situation that they don't even realize how close their faces are. Santana is the first one to realize this detail and she stops laughing instantly and a serious expression takes over her face instead. Brittany noticing that Santana is no longer laughing, stops as well and it's only then that she realizes how close they are. Santana glances at the blonde's lips, not knowing if she should lean in and kiss those beautiful lips she hasn't kissed for 3 months or if she should just back away. She decides on the latter when the image of her brother pops in her head. She pulls away and helps the blonde get back on her feet.

Brittany feels a little disappointed but she shakes the feeling away, knowing that she shouldn't be feeling this way. "Thank you." She says after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"No problem." Santana says as she avoids Brittany's eyes.

"Well goodnight." Brittany says softly.

"Goodnight." Santana says and Brittany turns around and walks out of the bathroom. The Latina lets out a sigh of relief as she closes the door after Brittany walked out. Goodbye relaxing bath, hello cold shower, Santana thinks to herself as she starts stripping and enters the tub. She turns on the shower and walks under the stream of cold water, letting it wash away all the confusing feelings she's having since seeing the blonde again after 3 months.


After tossing and turning for hours on her bed, Santana finally gives up on trying to fall asleep and gets up while huffing in frustration. She walks quietly, not wanting to wake up anyone, and goes downstairs. She enters the kitchen as she turns on the lights and goes to the fridge to fetch the milk. She pours herself a glass and then takes a seat at the table. She doesn't even drink the milk, she just plays with the glass as her mind is overcome with thoughts of Brittany once again. She's so entranced in her musings that she doesn't even hear the sound of footsteps coming towards her.

"What are you doing here?" Santana jumps in her seat as her heart starts beating like crazy. She looks up at the person who scared the living hell out of her and sees the amused face of her brother.

"Jesus Jason! You scared the shit out of me!" Santana says a little irritated while her brother just laughs at the whole situation. "Yeah, laughing at the fact that you almost killed your sister… now I can see how much of a dumbass you are." She says, trying to keep a serious face but fails when she lets out a laugh.

"You should have seen your face. It was priceless." Jason laughs even more and Santana hits him in the arm a little too hard. "Ow! That hurt!" He whines as he rubs the spot where Santana hit him.

"It will hurt even more if you don't stop laughing." She says in a warning tone but there's also playfulness in her voice.

Jason puts his hands in the air in an 'I give up' manner and takes a seat across from his sister. "So what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Santana counters with a smirk plastered on her face.

"Fair enough… Well I was thirsty so I came here to grab a glass of water, but since you're not drinking your milk I think I'm going to steal it from you." And as he says this he grabs Santana's glass of milk and drinks it in under 10 seconds, while the Latina just rolls her eyes at her brother's antics. "Now it's your turn." He says as he puts the glass, now empty, back on the table.

"My turn? My turn for what?" Santana asks confused.

"For you to tell me what you're doing here." Jason elaborates.

"I couldn't sleep so I came here to…" She trails off and then shakes her head at herself while letting out a dry chuckle. "I don't even know why I came here for."

"Are you okay sis? You've been strange today." Jason points out as he looks at his sister worried.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I've just been stressed about work." Santana lies. Well she doesn't completely lie because, yes, work has been stressing her out, but that's not exactly what's been preventing her from sleeping.

"You shouldn't work too much. It's bad for your health." Jason says in a caring tone.

"You sound like mom." Santana laughs.

Jason's demeanor changes to a more serious one and he looks at Santana a little nervous. "Speaking of mom… can I tell you something?"

"Of course. You know you can tell me anything." Santana says softly.

"You have to promise me that you won't freak out and that you won't tell mom and dad." Jason says seriously as he looks at his sister in the eyes.

"Now you're worrying me Jason. What's going on?" Santana says already thinking about possible things that might have happened.

"Just promise, please." Jason says pleadingly.

"Okay, I promise."

"I'm not the father." Jason blurts out after long minutes filled with silence. Seeing his sister's confused face, he elaborates. "I'm not the father of Brittany's baby."

"What?!" Santana says loudly, completely astonished at this revelation. "But you said… How… I don't understand." She stutters, not being able to form a coherent sentence right now.

"Brittany told me she was pregnant before we started dating. I was thrown back a little when she told me. I never imagined myself raising a child that wasn't mine." He pauses for a few seconds then continues with a smile on his face. "But Brittany made an impact in my life. I never thought I would find this amazing girl that I would want to marry someday, but I did. And so I wouldn't let one single detail keep me away from the love of my life. Who cares that the baby isn't mine? I'm going to raise it like it is mine." He finishes his speech and looks at his sister expectantly.

Santana is completely speechless and she can't think straight (no pun intended) either. The baby, Brittany's baby, isn't her brother's? "So the baby isn't yours?" It's the only thing that comes out of Santana's mouth.

"No, it isn't. In fact, me and Brittany didn't even have… you know." Jason says as he looks at his sister pointedly and Santana's mouth forms an O shape, understanding perfectly what her brother is saying. "She doesn't feel comfortable in doing it while she's pregnant."

"So you two never…?" Santana trails off.

"No." Jason confirms.

"Wow. This is a lot to process." Santana says bewildered with all the information she received from her brother. "Then who's the father?" She asks after awhile.

"She doesn't like to talk about it and I respect that." Jason replies and Santana nods absentmindedly as she's still processing everything inside her head. "Well I'm gonna go to bed. Thanks for listening to me San." Jason says as he gets up from his seat and plants a soft kiss on his sister's forehead. Santana gives him a tight lipped smile and then Jason turns around and walks out of the kitchen.

After a few minutes Santana decides to go to bed as well. As she slumps into her bed, all that her brother said to her starts coursing through her mind. 'I'm not the father.' And that's when she freezes. She can't believe she's only thinking of this now. If Jason is not the father, there's a possibility that the baby is mine. She shakes her head to get rid of the thought and buries her head into her pillow. But no matter how hard she tries, there's always that question in the back of her mind that haunts her for the rest of the night. Is it mine?


The next day Santana wakes up after only an hour of sleep and groans in displeasure. She gets up and walks towards her wardrobe. She dresses herself in jeans and a white t-shirt and then walks out of her room and towards the bathroom. She splashes some water onto her face in an attempt to wash away the tiredness from her eyes and all the thoughts that prevented her from catching any sleep last night.

She's drying her face on a towel when the door of the bathroom opens. "Oh sorry." The person says apologetically and Santana turns around to face the cause of her insomnias, Brittany.

"I guess we have a thing with this bathroom." Santana says jokingly and Brittany giggles.

"Yeah. Well I'll come back later." Brittany says and as she's turning around to walk out the bathroom, a hand on her wrist stops her. She looks to her wrist and sees a soft tan hand around it. She then looks up to Santana questioningly.

"I-I need t-to talk to you." Santana stutters a little as she pulls her hand away from Brittany's wrist.

"About what?" Brittany asks curiously as she sees Santana fiddling with her fingers nervously.

"I know Jason is not the father." Santana blurts out as she avoids Brittany's piercing blue eyes by looking at the floor.

"W-What?" Brittany stutters, completely caught off guard.

"I know Jason is not the father." Santana repeats more confidently as she looks up. "He told me." She adds. "So I was wondering…" She takes a deep breath and looks directly at Brittany's beautiful blue eyes. "Is it mine?"


I don't update for almost a week and then I leave you guys with a cliffhanger... I'm so evil :P But on the good side... Jason and Brittany never had sex! Yay! :D

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