a/n: sorry for the delay, but here is the next chapter finally! I was super busy and the last episode didn't really inspire much for this chapter. Thanks so much for the reviews, messages, alerts, and favorites! I hope this chapter is okay.

Several days had passed and Santana still hadn't discussed her decision with Sam. She knew she should have, it was his baby too, but once she did, it would be final. He was being very supportive but he was dying to know what was going on too. At least they had Regionals to focus on, that served as a bit of a distraction. Brittany was still the only other person that knew about Santana's pregnancy, but Santana didn't look pregnant yet, so sometimes Brittany forgot. So she didn't really think about it too much.

On Monday they were at their lockers. "I think we should talk about what's going on." Brittany said. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about," Santana replied. Of course she knew, but they were at school and she really didn't want anyone overhearing. "But you told me you have a bun in the oven" Brittany whispered. Santana hushed her when she saw Sue approaching.

"Well, well, if it isn't Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Fake-Boobs. Speaking of which, your chest fruit is looking even more ripe these days, did you pump them full of more gravy?" Sue sneered as she came up behind them.

"You're not our cheerleading coach anymore, you can't talk to us like that!" Brittany said while Santana just stood there with her arms crossed under her chest, trying not to wince too much over how sensitive it had become.

"I'm not anyone's cheerleading coach anymore," Sue grumbled, "and I can talk to you however I want. You betrayed me, and in case you haven't heard, I like to play dirty." And with that she walked off, and Santana briefly questioned what Sue meant by that. Both girls opened their lockers at the same time and a waterfall of dirt came at them. They screamed and Brittany gagged but Santana had to admit the dirt tasted strangely good to her. It seemed to satisfy a craving that she hadn't been able to figure out. Pregnancy sure was weird.

"I don't remember putting that in there," Brittany said, looking completely confused and Santana had to laugh. Her best friend was kind of adorable.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up." She said, linking with the blonde's pinky and taking her into the girls bathroom.

That afternoon in Glee practice, Mr. Schuester told them that Sue had made sure they couldn't perform the song they'd been planning to do all along at Regionals. Rachel once again suggested they write original music, and once again Santana shot it down. It was Quinn who backed up Rachel's idea and said they should do original songs and that she would like to help write them. Something was definitel y up. Quinn wasn't nice to most people, and she hated Rachel even more than Santana did. Actually, Santana didn't hate Rachel, she didn't hate anyone, it was just this tough girl image she started in middle school that she felt she had to keep up. And Rachel was an easy target.

"Fine, then I think we should all get a chance to write a song." Santana added, and Sam nodded, liking the idea even though he didn't know the first thing about song writing.

"Alright, then it's settled," Mr. Schuester exclaimed, "tomorrow we'll have our very first song writing seminar." Everyone cheered excitedly.

The next day Mr. Shuester was handing out rhyming dictionaries when Santana raised her hand.

"Mr. Schue, Tina and I have been working on a song that I wrote and I'm ready to present it to the class."

"really? That's amazing!" he said "Can we hear it?"

Santana stood up and cleared her voice "this is a song I wrote for my boyfriend Sam, It's called Trouty Mouth."

"Wait, what's it called?" Sam asked. He heard but he couldn't believe it. Mike leaned over and whispered "Trouty Mouth," trying to be all helpful.

The music started and Santana took of her jacket, revealing her tube top and her toned arms. Damn, she was sexy, Sam thought.

"Guppy Face, Trouty Mouth

Is that how people's lips look where you come from in the South?

Grouper mouth, froggy lips

I love sucking on those salamander lips

Wanna put a fish hook in those lips so cherry red

If you tried hard enough, you could suck a baby's head

Wooh!" Santana belted, getting very into it.

"Can we stop? Stop with the mouth jokes!" Sam yelled.

"Sit down, I'm not finished!" she replied.

"Yes you are". He argued.

"Mr. Schue, we're NOT doing a song at Regionals called Trouty Mouth" Sam added.

"You know what? I have to agree with Sam" Mr. Schue spoke up. "But such a good first effort, I just don't think it has the epic feel that we need for regionals" he said, patting Santana on the back. She returned to her seat as Sam acted insulted. He really wasn't though. He was confident in his looks and knew Santana loved his mouth. The stress over the unplanned pregnancy and the fact that Santana had seemingly made a huge decision without him was really getting to him. He said he would support her in whatever she decided but he really just needed to know. It was eating away at him, so he lashed out. Then Puck performed a song about Lauren's rolls of fat or something, which thoroughly disgusted Santana. How anyone could pick that fatass over her was a mystery to her. She was over it though, mostly, and Sam was good to her.

Finally it was Saturday, the day of Regionals. Quinn and Rachel had each written songs that even Santana had to admit were both pretty good. They performed their hearts out and won, not that any of them were surprised. It was about time, they really felt they should have won last year, but at least they did this year. After the performance, they all met back at Rachel's house for a celebration. This time, her dads were home, so things wouldn't get too out of control. Not that anything worse could really happen to Santana now. Everyone was sitting around eating and chatting when Santana pulled Sam off to the side.

"Can we talk?" she asked, taking his hand and leading him into Rachel's room for privacy. "Finally," Sam thought, although he instantly became nervous and slightly nauseous. He knew it was about their little "situation."

"Crazy day, huh?" Sam said, after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. "Amazing though, I'm so glad we won!"

"Today is a day we'll never forget, that's for sure," she mused, "and I'm about to either make it even better, or ruin it for you."

Sam nodded, waiting to hear what was coming.

"I've decided I can't…..I can't kill my baby, our baby, and I can't give it up. I know we didn't plan this, but it happened, and seeing its little body and its little heartbeat, I felt proud. I know we're young and we haven't been together that long, but I'm keeping the baby, whether I raise it by myself or with you. I love it already. More than I've ever loved anything" she cried, afraid to look up at him.

Sam pulled her in for a hug "then I guess you're going to have to put up with me for the next 18 years, because you're not raising this baby alone. I won't do that to you. I told you I would support you in whatever you decide and I meant it. Can I tell you something? I love the baby already too." With that, Sam leaned down and kissed Santana's still flat tummy. "Hey baby, I'm your daddy, I know your mom and I are young, and we may be crazy, but we love you and we're going to do our best. We can't wait to meet you". Santana let out a little giggle through her tears "oh my god, we're having a baby!" she said, shocking herself at the first time she said it out loud. Of all the guys she'd had sex with, she was glad Sam was the one that knocked her up. If she had to get knocked up in high school that is. They wiped their eyes, joined hands and returned to the group in Rachel's living room.

a/n 2: And it's officially a Santana/Sam story. Yay? And they're keeping their baby!