"Sam, Sam, wake up," Santana whispered as she snuck into the boys' hotel room on their second morning in New York.
"Why?" he mumbled as he wiped his mouth and slowly sat up.
"The baby wants a pretzel. And a churro. And a pickle."
"But it's 6:30 in the morning," he tried to reason after looking at his watch.
"But YOUR baby really wants it. Please?" she whined.
"Fine, you wait in the hallway before anyone wakes up and sees you in here, and I'll be out in five minutes." He couldn't resist the puppy-dog eyes she made, or the baby.
"I can't wait for us to be together openly," Sam said a short time later as they walked through Central Park with their breakfast. "Karofsky's dad made him break up with you almost a week ago when he found out you were pregnant. I'm just ready for everyone to know I'm in love with you!"
"Let's just wait until the school year is over. I'm tired of being the topic of conversation around here, and we have Nationals and then finals to focus on. People can find out slowly and then by the time school starts again, it'll be old news. I'll probably be so big by then that they'll talk about that," she explained, noticing a beautiful duck pond that she'd have to bring Brittany to later.
"I can't wait for you to be big, you're going to be so sexy," Sam said, leaning over to kiss her.
"Oh please, I'm going to look disgusting. Just promise me you'll lie and say I still look hot."
"I won't have to lie, you'd be hot if you weighed three hundred pounds."
"Ugh, gross", she sighed before taking another bite of her food.
"Speaking of gross, I can't believe you're eating a churro with a pickle," he laughed.
"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it!" The pregnant girl said defensively. "Do you want some?"
"No, I'm good. Besides, I don't want to deprive the baby."
"I'm just glad we found a place that sells them so early, but now I want a Root Beer," she said before putting her hand to her stomach and sitting down on the nearest bench. Sam was gagging and walking forward so it took him a few seconds before he realized she wasn't walking with him anymore.
"Santana, what's wrong, are you in pain?" He asked, rushing back to her.
"I'm fine, I'm pretty sure I felt the baby move," she smiled and began to tear up.
"Are you it wasn't gas? It's still kind of early, you're barely even showing." He asked.
"I'm pretty sure," she smiled. "I'm fifteen weeks, so I could feel it any time. I've never had gas that felt like that before! Not that girls get gas, or anything."
"Can I feel?" He asked, reaching his hand out.
"You can try but I doubt you'll be be able to feel it yet. It was really light," she explained, taking his hand and placing it on her tiny bump. They sat there for a few more minutes, and unfortunately neither one felt the baby move any more. It was still early though, and they knew they would have plenty of chances to feel it.
"We should probably head back before anyone else wakes up and realizes we're both missing," Sam said. "We've got that song writing seminar at 9:00."
"Okay," she sighed. "I wish I could just sit here with you all day though."
"I wish you could too," he said, before kissing her.
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"Quinn, quit hogging the bathroom. I needs to get my tinkle on!" Santana shouted as she banged on the bathroom door. "Doesn't she get it?" She asked turning to Brittany. "She's been pregnant before!"
"It's all yours," Quinn said in an annoyed tone as she emerged a few seconds later.
"Everyone's already in the other room working," Santana explained.
"Oh yeah? Is Mr. Schue still in there? Because I think I'm gonna tell him that you and Sam keep sneaking off! Yes, I've noticed," she said, looking to Santana.
"We're working out baby arrangements," Santana offered but Quinn obviously didn't believe her.
"You can't do that," Brittany said. "He'll have to suspend them!"
"And then there goes our chances at Nationals, darn!"
Santana didn't know what was up with Quinn, but something was definitely going on, and it concerned her a little bit. It also really pissed her off and she had to speak up.
"You know what? We get it! You're pissed about Finn dumping your sweet ass. Get over it!"
"I don't want to get over it, okay!" Quinn shouted back.
"The only person you're sabotaging here is yourself," Santana replied as calmly as she could.
"I don't care about some stupid show choir competition!"
"Well you should, because this is the one chance that we have to actually feel good about ourselves."
"Aren't we supposed to be the popular girls?" Quinn asked, turning to Santana. "So why can't we have our dreams come true? She has love," She said, gesturing to Brittany. "Tina has it, even Zizes hooks up! I just want somebody to love me," she cried and sat down on the bed.
"I think I know what will make you feel better," Santana said, sitting next to Quinn and putting an arm around her.
"Thanks Santana, but pickles and ice cream doesn't sound good when you're not pregnant," she said, wiping her eyes.
"No, no, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about a hair cut."
"Yes, totally," Brittany said in agreement.
"Okay, I really have to pee now!" Santana announced, breaking herself away from the hug and running off to the bathroom.
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"I hate Rachel," Santana whined to Sam a few days later at their motel room in Lima.
"You need to let it go," Sam said, rubbing her back. "I hated losing too, but we don't know that that's why we lost. We were totally unprepared. We wrote our songs the day before the competition and went through them like three times."
"Why are you taking her side?" Santana cried. "Do you like her better than me?"
"I'm not taking sides, and you know I love you! Look, it's just a silly show choir competition, and there's always next year."
"It's important to me okay? If you tell anyone else, I'll deny it, but it's kind of the best part of my day. Besides coming home to you, of course. And who knows if I'll even be able to go to any of the competitions next year, I'll have a baby to take care of."
"Hey, Santana, I told you we're in this together. I'm confident that we'll all be able to go to the competitions next year, but if you can't go, then I can't either."
"I can't ask you to do that," she cried.
"You're not asking, I'm insisting," he said, taking her hand.
"You always know how to make me feel better," she smiled.
"I know what will really make you feel better. Let's go get you a chai latte," he suggested.
"But we can't afford it!"
"I have a little bit of money, we can do this once in a while, and right now, you definitely need it!" He said, pulling her too her feet.
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"Oh my God, you should have seen it," Kurt said to Blaine as they sat in The Lima Bean. "We all look at the top ten list for showcase and we all just went numb. And then Jesse went on and on about how Rachel and Finn's kiss is what cost us Nationals"
"While I understand passion, I do think that was unprofessional," Blaine interrupted, "but go on."
"Okay, then we get back to the hotel room and Santana loses it. It was all in Spanish but it was something about being from Lima Heights Adjacent, and bad things happening there. But she was screaming at Rachel at the top of her lungs. It took Sam, Mike, and Quinn to hold her back."
"She's from the ghetto? I thought her dad was a doctor? I mean, everyone in Lima knows about Dr. Lopez ," Blaine said
"I thought so too, so I didn't really get it either. Anyway, so the plane ride home was completely silent. Like, no one said a word. We all sat there with our faces buried in our complimentary copies of Sky Mall."
"I don't get it, you don't seem that sad at all," Blaine said.
"It was still amazing. I flew on a plane for the first time in my life, I had breakfast at Tiffany's, I sang on a Broadway stage."
"I love you," Blaine said, before he could go any further.
"I love you too," Kurt said smiling. "You know, when you think about it, Kurt Hummel has had a pretty great year. Hey, speak of the devil!" He said as he saw Sam and Santana walk through the door.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Blaine asked.
"Just getting some coffee," Sam explained nervously.
"Well, I'm getting a chai latte. We ran into each other in the parking lot," Santana added. "And you know, we need to talk about baby stuff."
"How are you feeling, Santana?" Blaine asked. "I haven't seen you in a few weeks, you look great!"
"Thanks, I feel great," she smiled.
They nervously caught up for a few minutes. Talking about Blaine's plans to perform in the summer show at Six Flags and Kurt's plans to compose a musical about Pippa Middleton. When Sam said he had know idea who that was, Santana started cracking up and had to excuse herself before she peed her pants.
"Do you think they know?" She asked as she joined Sam back in the line.
"No one knows" he smiled as he took her hand.
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"Hey, are you still pissed?" Brittany asked the next day at school.
"Do you think this voodoo doll looks enough like Rachel Berry to actually work?" Santana asked in response.
"Come on, you can't be mad at her forever."
"Uh, yes we can." Santana argued. "How could you possibly be so calm?"
"I don't know, I hated losing just as much as everyone but this year wasn't about winning for me."
"Clearly, because we got our asses kicked! Sorry, what was it about?" Santana asked after calming down.
"Acceptance. I know that all the kids in the Glee Club, they fight, and they steal each other's boyfriends and girlfriends, and they threaten to quit like every other week, but stuff like that happens in families."
"Well, this is a club, this is not a family," Santana said.
"Okay, well, family is a place where everyone loves you no matter what and they accept you for who you are. I know I'm gonna be a bridesmaid in Mike and Tina's wedding and I'm gonna be anxiously waiting just like everyone else to see if their babies are Asian too. When they find an operation to make Artie's legs work again, I'm gonna be there for his first steps. I love them, I love everyone in Glee Club, and I get to spend another year with everyone else I love. So I'm good," Brittany explained.
Brittany may have been right. If that's what a family was, then the Glee Club was the only family Santana had, besides Sam's family. They may have been dysfunctional, and certain members may have been more annoying than others, but deep down they truly cared for each other, and they always had each other's backs. I mean, they'd been surprisingly good to Santana when they found out she was pregnant, even though she was a raging bitch to them most of the time. And they'd helped Sam out as much as they could when they found out he was homeless. They were a family, for better or for worse.
"What about you and I?" Santana asked, noticing that Brittany hadn't mentioned her in her little speech.
"I love you Santana. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else in the world. And I can't wait to be your baby's favorite aunt and be there for all of it's firsts"
"You're my best friend" Santana sighed, pulling Brittany into a hug.
"Yeah, me too."
"When did you get so smart? This baby is going to love it's Aunt Brittany."