a/n Here's chapter three! I posted it last night but decided to make some changes, so this is the new version, and also some minor changes to chapter 2. Thanks again to the couple of people who have reviewed and for those who continue to add and alert this story.
The next four days went all too quickly for Santana, and soon it was Friday. In just a matter of hours she would not be able to deny it. There would be confirmation of what she already knew to be true, she was pregnant and she would have to start making decisions she wasn't ready for. She and Sam tried to distract themselves with homework, making out, and getting ready for Regionals but it was becoming more and more difficult. Santana's morning sickness seemed to be getting even worse but she wasn't sure if some of that was nerves. They had discovered one thing that helped to settle her stomach though, red slushies, so Sam made sure she always had one while they were at school. After school got out for the day, they met by Sam's truck and decided to leave Santana's car there for the evening. They told their parents they were going to a movie and then dinner, and they were off. The ride to the free clinic in Ottowa was about 45 minutes but seemed endless for the two scared teenagers. They spent the first twenty minutes or so in complete silence until Santana couldn't hold the tears back any longer.
"What if it's deformed?", she choked out. "That whole first week was pretty much one big booze-fest, what if I screwed up it's DNA or something? I don't want a baby, but I don't want to fuck it up either".
"Hey, it's going to be okay. I'm sure lots of women drink before they know they're pregnant, at least you stopped. Let's try not to worry about it until we know otherwise", he offered comfortingly while taking her hand.
She nodded and wiped her eyes and they rode in silence, hands linked together, for the rest of the ride. They parked outside the clinic and he took a deep breath before helping her out of the car and through the glass door. There were six other young women in the waiting room, two with boyfriends, but the rest without, three of them visibly pregnant. They all looked up at her with accusing eyes and she fought the urge to flip them all off. "Hypocrites", she thought, they were all in the same boat. She held her head up and headed to the front desk.
"Name please?" asked a plump blonde who was way too chipper to be working at a place like this.
"Naya Rivera", she replied. It's the only thing she could think of. Rivera, was her mother's maiden name, and Naya after the beloved goldfish she had a a child. She certainly wasn't going to give them her real name. They may have been in a different county but her entire family was very well known and she knew for a fact she was the only person named "Santana" in the county, maybe even western Ohio. Having a successful doctor for a father was great when you wanted a car for your 16th birthday or a boob job before you started your junior year of high school, not so much when you were pregnant at 17.
"Okay Miss Rivera, what are you here for today?", she asked in that fucking cheerful tone.
"pregnancy confirmation" she mumbled while she looked down at her feet.
"okay, why don't you take a seat and the nurse will call you back when we're ready". She nodded and sat in the middle of the room, the only place that had two available chairs next to each-other. Some time later it was her turn.
"Miss Rivera?" a nurse called. No one got up. "Miss Rivera?" she repeated. Still no response. "Naya Rivera?". Oh right, that was her "name" today. The two teenagers got up and followed the nurse through the wooden door. They got her weight, 112, her blood pressure, 122/85, still normal but slightly high for Santana. They chocked it up to nerves, given the circumstances and didn't worry about it. They also took her temperature, a perfect 98.6. The nurse showed them the room, pointed to the bathroom and told her to use one of the cups in there to leave a urine sample, and then instructed her to take off everything but her panties and change into the blue gown on the examining table. While they waited for the urinalysis results to come back the nurse asked her a few health related questions.
"When was your last period?", the nurse asked
"February 11"
"and your periods are regular?"
"yes, every 28 days exactly"
"How many sexual partners have you had?"
"five, but only one for the last few months"
"any serious illness or surgeries in the past?"
"Several cases of mono and a breast augmentation last June", she replied
"I see", the nurse said and Santana tried not to roll her eyes at the obviously snippy and judgemental tone the nurse had taken after the last admission.
"Any nausea, breast tenderness, moodiness, increased urination, or fatigue?"
"yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes".
"Any history of diabetes in the family?"
"My grandfather on my mother's side had it..."
"Okay then", the nurse said in a fake cheery tone. "I'll go check on your results and be right back".
She left and was back in no time, although it seemed like forever to Santana and Sam.
"Well, kids, it looks like you're pregnant. Right at about eight weeks by my calculations. Your due date is November 18. The doctor will be in a few minutes to do a pelvic and breast exam and a pap smear, and then when you're done with that, you'll go down the hall for an ultrasound and blood test. We'll make sure the baby is developing normally, make sure mom is healthy, and check for STDs. Common procedure". And with that, she left. A few minutes later a doctor entered to perform the exams. Sam got up to leave the room, but Santana grabbed his hand and let him know he was staying there with her. It was awkward seeing a middle aged man squeeze her breasts, but it was only his second time seeing them so he had to think of the Beiste so he wouldn't get turned on. He couldn't help but notice that they were, in fact, bigger than the last time he saw them. Then the doctor did some weird stuff down by her crotch, he wasn't sure what, but it looked uncomfortable. The doctor didn't say much, and after a few excruciating minutes, he was done. He removed his gloves and instructed Santana to put her clothes back on and then he left.
Santana and Sam just sat there for a few seconds, stunned. They both knew she was pregnant, but holy shit, this was real...and the nurse called Santana "mom". They didn't cry this time, they couldn't, Sam helped Santana dress and he tried not to stare, and somehow made their way to hallway outside the ultrasound room where Santana was instructed to drink four cups of water and wait. Just when she thought she couldn't hold her bladder any longer, the technician called them back. She laid back on the table, unbuttoned the top of her pants, lifted her shirt up, and the technician squirted some gel on her belly. The freezing sensation on her sensitive skin almost made her jump.
"Sorry, it might be a little cold" the technician offered with a smile.
"No shit", Santana muttered, and Sam nudged her signaling that she should probably behave. The pressure on her lower abdomen made it even more difficult to hold her bladder, and she was genuinely concerned that she might lose control and wet herself in front of her new boyfriend. After a few seconds of silence, the technician smiled.
"Everything appears to be developing normally. The baby is the right size for 8 weeks". Then she turned the screen toward the teenagers and pointed to a gray area on the bottom half of the mostly black monitor. Santana resisted at first, she wasn't quite ready to see it, but curiousity eventually won. "See, this? That's your baby. And that flickering thing there? That's the heartbeat, it's very strong".
Of course Santana cried again. It was real, there really, really was a baby in there. She was scared, terrified really, and seeing the blob on screen, she burst into tears. She looked at Sam who also had tears in his eyes, and he gripped her hand tighter. She wasn't sure exactly what he was thinking, but she had pretty much made up her mind. The technician printed out some pictures and also made a copy of the ultrasound on a cd for them and sent them to the lab. They look several vials of blood, and told her they would call her with the results in a few days. She was handed some pamphlets on everything from pregnancy, abortion, adoption, Shaken Baby Syndrome, and breastfeeding, along with a number for a 24 hour teen pregnancy crisis counselor, and a bottle of prenatal vitamins. "You only have a few more weeks to decide if you want to terminate, so you need to act fast".
"Thanks", she said, while handing two of the pamphlets back to the nurse. "But I've made my decision, I'm not going to let some stupid pamphlets try to influence me or make me feel guilty". Sam couldn't see which pamphlets she returned, and he was scared to look or ask. He just took her hand and walked her out to the truck. They went to Breadstix but neither one was really hungry. They just sat there, and didn't say much.
a/n 2. Thanks for reading and please, please, please review! Since I'm new at this it would be great to know how I'm doing, get some constructive criticism, and ideas for future chapters or storylines! Also, which pamphlets do you think Santana returned? The ones on breastfeeding and shaken baby syndrome or the ones on adoption and abortion? Stay tuned!