Chapter 3: Always
"You mean it? I can tell you anything?" asked the brunette as she held Brittany's head in her hands.
"Yea Santana you can always tell me anything! You know that," replied Brittany as she sat up and covered herself with the sheet. "Okay, spill."
"Well umm...something has changed lately. Inside me..." Santana poked at her stomach, hoping she'd grasp the point.
The two of them shared a long silence. Finally Brittany spoke.
"Oh, yea I know. I mean, I've always known. But lately I could really tell!" replied the blonde.
"What do you mean you knew? I haven't told anyone..." said Santana with a look of confusion on her face.
"What? You've told me you're a lesbian before. I mean we just had lady lovin'...soooo I'm pretty sure I'm in on this." Brittany stated. Oh my she was not the smartest cookie sometimes.
"But I think what you really wanted to tell me is you're ready to tell everyone! I mean you wouldn't make such a big deal telling me something I already knew. Okay, I'll go first...I'll tell Lord Tubbington, and then my parents. Who are you going to tell?"
She totally had the wrong idea, and that was going to make things entirely more complicated than they already were.
"Britts, that's not what I wanted to talk about. I have something more important I need to talk about right now and I just need you t-" Santana broke off when she saw the sadness in Britts eyes. Oh no.
"Santana, this is making my heart sad. What is more important than us?"
"That's not what I meant at all baby! And you know it. Please just listen for a second, don't cry!" Santana clasped her hands around Brittany's. The situation was spiraling out of control and she hadn't even gotten it out yet.
"Britt's I'm pregnant." Santana spoke softly.
"What? You're...this is all my fault!" said Brittany.
"How is it your fault? If anything it's mine..."
"I knew we should have used protection! I'm sorry I just wasn't thinking! Oh Santana what are we going to do..." cried Brittany, burying her face in Santana's shoulder.
She was taking this hard. And obviously 3 years of health class was NOT enough to get it through Brittany's head.
"Brittany I'm so sorry, but-"
"No babe, we will get through this. I'm going to be the best mom ever! I heard Breadstix is hiring..." Brittany was now looking at her with a serious look on her face. How was she going to break the now EVEN HARDER news to her? No. She was not Quin or Mrs. Scheu. She saw what that did to their relationship and she couldn't stand to let that happen to them.
"Brittany, it's not your baby. I mean, girls can't get girls pregnant unless they use a turkey baster. I have a mini Trouty Mouth in me."
"Eww what? How did a fish get in there? Food baby." replied the blonde with a gross look on her face.
"Britts! Focus okay? It's Sam's baby. Sam got me pregnant, while I was fake dating him to make you jealous."
Brittany turned bright red and pulled away from Santana. Oh no, this is what she feared the most. "Santana, what are you going to do? You can't raise a baby with Sam...it was supposed to be us. It was always supposed to be us...my heart is really sad."
"Britts no...I know it was supposed to be us baby. I love you, we will figure this out. I will fix this. Please..."
"I need time to think. When you're ready to tell me what your plans are for baby trout, give me a call. I'll be with Lord Tubbington..."
She was grabbing her clothes off the floor, ripping them on. She threw her shoes in her bag and ran out the door.
"Britts no...Brittany I'm sorry!" Santana wrapped herself in her comforter and rushed after her, down the stairs. She didn't care what anyone thought right in this moment, Brittany was the most important thing to her. The car started outside her house just as Santana ran into the drive way, and Santana ran to the window knocking on it. "Brittany please I just need you!"
And like that she was gone. Driving down the road. Santana knew it wasn't over between them, she would fix everything. She would make Brittany happy again.
~Oh it seems to be, sorry seems to be the hardest word.~