a/n. So here's chapter two. This is kind of addicting! Thanks to everyone who added or alerted this story, and special thanks to CarliexJohnson for reviewing. I didn't know if anyone would since I'm new at this so it's nice to get feedback. I hope other people are enjoying it too!

It was a little over three weeks later, and Brittany had stayed true to her word and kept the news of Santana's "condition" to herself. The Latina thanked her lucky stars that she had a best friend she could trust, although she wasn't sure she could keep her mouth shut if the shoe was on the other foot. Luckily, Sam still had no idea, and Santana was also thankful that her boyfriend was kind of dim. She had convinced him that they should join the Celibacy Club the week she had found out she was pregnant, and then suggested they also give up drinking to go with their new lifestyle. Thankfully, he went along with that too, so she wouldn't have to come up with some weird excuse not to drink on weekends. Not that she intended to keep her pregnancy from him forever, she was just terrified and didn't know how to tell him. They'd been together a little over a month and she was already pregnant, she was nervous about how he would react, and how the Glee Club, the school, and her parents would react when they inevitably found out. Especially after how she had treated Quinn when she got pregnant. I mean, Quinn was a total bitch, but Karma was too, she was learning.

Of course she wasn't showing yet, the only minor difference was that her breasts were already slightly larger. Sam noticed but since they weren't having sex anymore, she was able to say it was a new padded bra. He was a little annoyed that he couldn't touch them anymore, he didn't see why they couldn't still do "other" things but they were so sore so she really couldn't stand it. Then the morning sickness started. At first it was just slight nausea so she was able to keep it to herself, but then she became sick to the point of vomiting several times a day. Even smelling Brittany's hair spray one day made her go into full Linda-Blair-mode in the girl's bathroom. Brittany was sweet and offered to stop using it until Santana got past the morning sickness. Santana was starting to feel kind of miserable and keeping the secret from Sam was just making it worse. She had to tell him. So one Monday in early April she decided she would. It had been a particularly bad weekend and they hadn't seen each other at all. She had told him she had the flu and he didn't suspect anything else. He was there by her car with a red slushy (her favorite lately) when she got to school

"Now or never" she thought as he opened her door and gave her a slushy and a kiss on the cheek. She offered him a weak smile in return.

"Still not feeling so hot?" he asked, "you look hot", he said with a smirk. "My baby always looks hot".

"Oh God...the b-word", she thought, she was starting to feel even more nauseous, knowing she was about to change both of their lives forever. "No, I'm still sick. I've been dry-heaving all weekend. When my mother asked me what the noise was, I told her I was practicing bird calls".

"Why couldn't you just tell her you were sick?", he asked, not getting what the big deal was.

"My dad's a doctor, every time I'm sick they insist on running a full battery of tests, and I'm not sick Sam, not exactly. I'm, I'm...pregnant," she said fighting back the tears and the bile that was threatening to come up.

"Pregnant like, with a baby?" he asked while tilting his head slightly to the side. "Are you sure? Is it, is it mine?". He winced slightly as that last question left his mouth, knowing instantly that he shouldn't have asked.

"I'm sure. I mean, I haven't been to the doctor or anything but my period is 3 weeks late, and it's never late. I took two tests which both came back positive, and I have all the symptoms. I'm puking my guts out, I'm tired all the time, I'm extra emotional and my boobs have grown almost a full cup size. And yes, asshole, it's yours! Contrary to what everyone thinks I'm not a major slut anymore. The last person I had sex with besides you was Puckerman and that was last fall. I mean, there is Brittany, but scissoring doesn't result in babies". Fortunately, that last comment went right over Sam's head. He wrapped her in a hug and they both stood there while she bawled and he repeatedly told her that it was going to be okay, although he couldn't really see how it would be. When she finally calmed down, they realized that first period had started 10 minutes before and there was no way they could show up late, and obviously upset. He helped her into her Corolla and then got into the passenger seat and they just sat there in silence for what seemed like forever. Finally he had to speak up.

"So what are you going to do? I know we've only been together for a little while and this is unexpected, but I'll support you on whatever you decide", he said with a shaky voice.

"I don't know", she cried. "I'm Catholic so it's always been drilled in my head that abortion is wrong, I just never thought I'd be in this situation. I thought the first time I got pregnant, I'd be married to an NFL player or something. Maybe it isn't wrong, maybe it is just a clump of cells? I'm not ready to be a mom. I'm not ready for my family to know. I'm not ready for Quinn to know. I'm not ready for any of this".

"Okay, Friday we don't have Glee. We'll tell our parents we're going on a date and we'll go to the free clinic in Putnam County after school. We can at least get some answers and talk about our options. It's going to be okay", he reassured while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and kissing her forehead. "We're going to get through this".

Santana smiled through her tears and nodded her head "it's a date", she replied in a weak voice. Sam looked at his watch, "we've got ten minutes before second period starts, are you okay to go?". She nodded, took a deep breath and went about fixing her make-up. "Yeah, I need to pee again anyway," she laughed nervously. They kissed and went to their respective classes, she was relieved that that went better than expected. She knew her parents would not take it so well though. That afternoon in Glee, most of the other kids seemed to noticed that Santana was being more quiet than usual. In fact they had noticed it over the last few weeks. They didn't mind though, it was better than having her constantly slashing them with her vicious vicious words.

a/n please review! I'd love to hear how I'm doing or even your ideas for what you'd like me to include or where you want to see this go in the future.