a/n: here's part two of the Night of Neglect chapter! Not as happy with it as I was with the last chapter, but I wanted to add this stuff. Thanks again for reading/enjoying/favoriting/reviewing!
Retarded. Santana absolutely despised that word. Not that she was against using profanity or insults, not at all, she definitely had a foul mouth. It was just that particular word. People often used to to describe Brittany and it really pissed her off because it hurt Brittany so much. She was regularly giving a verbal beat-down to anyone who said it, and now she had said it too. She felt terrible about it, she knew Brittany really was looking out for her and the baby and it just slipped out, and Santana could be a bit of a bitch, just not usually toward Brittany. It turned out though, that Brittany had done her a favor. She and Sam had been stressing about the secret of the pregnancy for weeks and it was really taking a toll on them. Now everyone knew, her parents were pissed, Sam's were disappointed, but they knew. They didn't need to worry about how anyone would react anymore. She'd been staying at Sam's house for a few days now, it was so different from her own. Sam's parents were actually home at night and they paid attention to them. Mary Evans still cried when she looked at Sam and Santana sometimes, but it could have been worse. She hadn't talked to her parents since she left, and she really didn't want to. She knew she had fucked up and that she had dissapointed them, but it could have happened to anyone, and they were just cruel when they found out. She didn't know what was worse, her dad saying such awful things about her, or her mom letting it happen and not doing anything about it.
She'd also made up with Brittany. They loved eachother, and Brittany knew that Santana didn't mean to call her retarded just like Santana knew that Brittany didn't mean to tell all those people that she was pregnant. The Glee Club was surprisingly supportive too. They were all slightly disappointed, having gone through it a year before, but noone was exactly suprised. If it could happen to Quinn, they figured it was only a matter of time before it happened to Brittany or Santana. Brittany announced that she had thought she was pregnant too since she had seen a stork, but that her tests came out negative. They were all relieved at that. Santana could be a bitch, but at least she wasn't going to lose the baby somewhere or forget to feed it. She'd actually gotten along a lot better with the Glee club since everyone got on her case for being a bitch to Finn about the kissing booth. She was trying, and she actually cared about all of them, she just felt she had to keep up the tough girl image. Even Quinn was being nice to her, answering her questions, and bringing her the clothes she wore when she was pregnant. Her morning sickness was not as bad as it had been, and she wasn't sure if it was because she was nearing the end of her first trimester or if it was because there were no more secrets eating away at her.
It was the night of the fundraising concert at McKinley and Santana was wearing her favorite red dress. She had to admit she looked hot in it, and she figured she might as well get as much use out of it before she exploded. She left the rest of the members in the dressing room because she had to pee again when she heard an argument in the hall.
"What the hell are you two doing here?" Karofsky asked angrily.
"We're here for the benefit, don't tell me you're going" Kurt replied.
"I wouldn't be caught dead. I was pumping iron in the gym and one of the guys told me you two were here spreading your fairy dust all over the place."
"Would you just give it up? You can live whatever lie you want but don't pretend the three of us don't know what's really going on here." Blaine interjected
"You don't know squat butt-boy!" Karofsky said as he started shoving the other boys around.
Santana couldn't take it anymore. The only person she'd ever really stuck up for before was Brittany, and she didn't know if it was her maternal instintcs kicking in already, but she had to do something.
"Hey, hey, hey, no, stop!" She yelled, getting in between the guys.
"Real brave with your fist but you're a coward when it comes to the truth!" Kurt hissed.
"Truth about what?" She asked curiously.
"It's none of your business J. Lo!"
"First of all, anything you do became my business when you decided to toss that slushy up in my grill." She explained.
"I think I can take a couple of queers and a pregnant girl" Karofsky smirked.
"Huh, okay, so here's what's gonna go down. Two choices: you stay here and I crack one of your nuts. Right or left, that's your choice. Or you walk away and live to be a douchebag another day. Oh, and also I have razor blades hidden in my hair." She added, gesturing to her hair. "Mmm-hm, tons just all up in there. Mm-hm."
Karofsky walked away, defeated, by a pregnant girl no less, and Santana just smirked, relieved that it didn't get physical. Not that she'd let it anymore, she had become fiercely protective of her baby ever since she had the ultrasound, but could still slash people with her vicious, vicious words.
"We could have handled that" Blaine said.
"It was more fun doing it together" Santana replied was just about to return to the rest of the Glee club when someting in Kurt's brain clicked.
"Wait, did he say pregnant girl?" he asked
"Yeah, trouty mouth kind of knocked me up." She said, blushing.
"It really was just a matter of time" Kurt muttered to Blaine.
"What?" she asked.
"I was just telling Blaine you still look super fine. That dress is fierce, you can't even tell!" He explained nervously.
"So are you okay? Are you keeping it?"
"Well my parents hate me right now, so I'm staying at Sam's house. They're sad, but they're being nice to me. And yes, we're keeping it. I'm freaking out, but there really was no other choice for me." She sighed.
"I can't believe you're going to be a mom! It's going to be okay though, and uncle Kurt will always have the kid's back, just like you had mine tonight." He said, pulling her into a hug.