A/N: So, some of you may have noticed I posted this last night and then deleted it. I typed it up really fast and then posted it late at night because I wanted to get it up. Then I decided to remove it because I wanted to add and change some things. If any of you noticed, sorry about that! Glee is coming back in less than a week, I am SO excited! To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm going to do about Sam, since Chord isn't coming back. I'm not sure if I'll have him change schools, or stay at McKinley and quit the Glee club, or write as if he's still there and still in Glee. But, he will still definitely be in this story even though he won't be on the show anymore. Thanks again for the reviews and alerts, they make my day!
"San, are you ready yet?" Sam asked. He'd been standing outside of Santana's bedroom door for fifteen minutes, and they were already late as it was.
"I'm not going," she grumbled.
"Come on, we've barely seen any of them all summer. You've only really left the house for doctor's appointments, and I know you're hot and uncomfortable, and I just think the water would help."
When she mumbled something that he couldn't quite make out, he knocked again.
"I'm coming in!" He announced, but she opened the door before he got a chance to, and then quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach, as if trying to cover it up.
"Wow, you've gotten really big since you moved out!" He said with a smile, he meant it in a good way, but she didn't take it that way.
"That's it, I'm definitely not going now, I look disgusting." She said, with a horrified look on her face.
"Babe, I didn't mean it like that, I just mean that our baby is growing, and that's a good thing. You look beautiful," he said, reaching out to stroke her belly. "And your boobs are really hot," he added, moving his hand up, but it got swatted away.
"Sorry," he mumbled, "but they do look really good."
"They're just sore," she explained, "and my mom has been watching me like a hawk. You won't exactly win any points if she comes around the corner and sees you feeling me up. Do I really look okay?"
"No," he said honestly. "You look amazing."
"Ugh, whatever, I'm just glad I don't have stretch marks yet," she said, grabbing a light sundress and pulling it over her bikini. "Help me, will you," she hissed as the dress got stuck on her bump.
He kissed her belly, pulled the dress down, and then they were off.
"Hello, Samuel, Santana," Judy Fabray said, rather coldly, when she showed them in the house. They were not exactly her favorite people. Just like the Lopezes had thought Quinn was a bad influence on their daughter ever since she had gotten pregnant Sophomore year, the Fabrays also thought Santana was a bad influence ever since they heard rumors about her reputation starting when the girls were freshmen. The girls had been close friends for years and had been over at each-other's houses countless times, and suddenly they had become "that Lopez girl" and "that Fabray girl". And Sam wasn't her favorite person, since he'd dumped her daughter. She didn't know the circumstances of course, just that he had dumped her, but most girls wouldn't freely admit to their parents that they cheated. But the adults had begun to come around in the last couple of weeks.
"Quinnie told me about your baby's problems, I'm sorry to hear that," she added awkwardly.
"Thanks," Sam said, pulling wrapping his arm around Santana and pulling her into his side for reassurance, "but everything is going to be okay."
"Glad to hear it. Well, everyone else is in the back, we've got snacks out there too, so help yourselves. Just make sure you wait for twenty minutes to swim after eating!"
They waved politely, and headed to the backyard. Santana got a little nervous about seeing everyone, and as soon as they opened the sliding door, everyone turned to look at them. She wanted to turn around and leave, but before she knew it, all the Glee girls and Kurt ran up to her, Brittany leading the way, and engulfed her in a hug. Even Rachel and Lauren joined in.
"Guys, let's not squish the baby," Quinn said, and everyone backed off and apologized profusely.
"It's okay," Santana assured them, "It's so good to see you all."
Brittany rushed back in for another gentle hug, she had barely seen her best friend all summer.
"I missed you, buddy," the blonde almost cried. "You too, baby," she said, sweetly patting Santana's bump, and getting a kick in return.
"Did I hurt her?" She asked, an adorably panicked expression on her face. "I didn't mean to, I was just saying hi."
"No, you didn't hurt her, she was just kicking, she's excited to be around her Aunt Brittany." Santana explained.
"Oh, well I'm excited to be around her too, but I thought her legs didn't work?"
"Well, we don't know exactly how well her legs work, but they probably do work a little, or that could have been an arm." Santana explained optimistically.
"Are you hungry?" Brittany asked, taking Santana's hand. "I brought bread sticks!"
"Of course!" She said, rolling her eyes, as if it was obvious to everyone that she was constantly hungry.
"So, how are you feeling?" Kurt asked as Santana and Brittany filled their plates and joined the rest of the group on the steps.
"I feel great!" Brittany said, "I can't wait for school to start, I got a new 64-pack of crayons, and leg warmers in every color, Lip Smackers came out with three new flavors, and I'm really hopeful that I'll pass Algebra 1 this year. Lord Tubbington is going through major separation-anxiety though, he started chain smoking, so I bought a wheel of his favorite brie to make up for me being gone all day again, but he'll be okay I think."
"That's great Britt, but I was actually asking Santana."
"I've been feeling pretty good lately, just nervous, but everything is going to be okay. And it's so nice to get out of the house. Don't tell anyone, because I'll deny it, but I actually kind of missed you guys," she smiled.
"We missed you too, girl," Mercedes said. "Have you thought of any names yet?"
"Not really," Santana said, looking over at Sam. "But my mom bought me a name book, I guess we need to start thinking about that."
"I have some suggestions," Rachel chimed in.
"Thanks Rach, but we're not going to name our baby Barbra or Elphaba," Sam laughed.
"I know that, those are what I'm going to name my daughters, so I really appreciate you not stealing them just because I won't be ready for intercourse and babies for at least seven more years. But Celine, and Maria, and Evita are nice names too, don't you think?"
"We'll keep those for consideration," Sam said and he looked over at his girlfriend who was rolling her eyes.
"My favorite name is Santana," Brittany added.
"That's sweet Britt-Britt, but I don't think I want to name my baby after myself."
"Why not? You're awesome, the world needs two of you," the blonde shrugged, and Santana glared at Puck and Lauren before they could argue with that.
"What about Elizabeth?" Kurt asked.
"George Foreman?" Finn asked, and when everyone looked at him like he was an idiot, he continued. "What? I think you should name your baby after something that you love, and something I love almost as much as apples and drizzle is my George Foreman grill. I mean, doesn't everyone love theirs?"
"Finn, honey, they're having a girl," Rachel explained.
"Oh, right, how about Georgina Foreman?"
"Josephina Cuervo?" Puck suggested. "I mean, Jose is the reason you're having a baby, and Josephina makes it appropriate for a girl, and you are a Latina. It's perfect."
"Puckerman, you're on a roll!" Lauren said, and then leaned in to kiss him or eat his face, Santana couldn't tell which one, but either way, it was really grossing out her baby.
"I'm hot," Santana said, not wanting to hear any more of their lame suggestions, worried that she might snap and suggest that she name the baby Rachel, because it was her fault too.
"Yeah you are!" Puck said, as watched Santana remove her sundress and show off her bikini and her ever-expanding chest, receiving a smack from Lauren and a death glare from Sam.
"Come on guys, " Santana said, no longer caring how she looked in a bikini, she was really hot, and just needed to get in the water. "Let's go swimming."
The pool party lasted for a few more hours, and everyone truly enjoyed themselves, except for Quinn, Santana noticed. She was dressed differently, barely said a word, kept sneaking off to the side yard, refused to change into her bathing suit, even though it was a million degrees, and her hair was pink. It was very strange, and very unlike her, and Santana made a mental note to talk to her privately soon and find out what was going on. But there was no time at the pool party, and eventually Quinn very abruptly told everyone it was time for them to leave.
"Come in," Santana said, when Sam dropped her off at her house. "My parents are having dinner in Columbus, they won't be home for hours."
It didn't take much convincing, and Sam followed her up to her bedroom.
"Lay down with me," she said, patting the sheets next to her. "Today was really fun, I'm glad you convinced me to go," she smiled.
"I'm glad you went too, and trust me, you're still the hottest chick in Glee club," he said, kissing her neck.
"Just in the Glee club?" She said, arching a perfect eyebrow at him.
"Well, you're the hottest chick in school, and although I haven't seen all the girls in Ohio, you probably rank up there too," he added before she could cry.
"Whatever, I'm just glad we got to have fun, since we won't get to for a while."
"Having a baby isn't going to be that bad," Sam said.
"I wasn't talking about that, I was talking about going back to school next week. But yeah, once we have a baby, we're going to be doing even less of that stuff," she said bleakly.
"Don't listen to mommy, Neytiri, we're very excited to meet you, and we know you'll still let us have fun," he said to the bump.
"We're not naming our baby after a character from Avatar."
"How do you know it's from Avatar? You refuse to watch the movie." Sam asked, Santana must have been smarter than he thought.
"Lucky guess," she laughed.
"Leia?" He suggested.
"We're not naming her after any characters from Sci-Fi movies. Or tv shows," she added before Sam could come up with any more lame suggestions.
"What about Katie?" He asked.
"You mean after Katie Simon, that slut who was always checking you out in Spanish class?"
"Who? " He asked, scratching his head.
"You know exactly who!" Santana shrieked. "You like her more than me, she's blonde, and awesome, and so smart!"
"Honey, I honestly don't even know who that is. And you know you're my favorite girl, although you're going to have some stiff competition in a few months."
"From who?" She asked, still slightly hurt, and not understanding where he was going with this.
"From Katie Evans/Lopez/last-name-to-be-determined."
"Why Katie?" She asked.
"Well, I always liked that name, and it means 'pure'". He explained.
"Awww, I actually kind of like that. We'll put that on the list," she said, rubbing her belly and repeating the name sweetly, seeing how it felt.
"Also, that was my baby-sitter's name when I was a kid, and she was a total babe," he added, receiving a smack from his girlfriend.
"Just hand me the name book, Trouty Mouth."
She was joking, and he knew she didn't mean anything by it, but he figured he probably deserved it anyways. So, he grabbed the book off the night-stand and handed it over to her. She studied it for a few minutes before finally speaking up.
"Lily also means pure. Lilies symbolize purity and beauty ," she suggested. "Or Liliana since she's going to be half Puerto-Rican. Ella means 'torch or bright light'. Valerie, Valeria, or Valentina, all mean 'to be healthy, strong.' Gabriella means 'God is my strength'. Victoria, Faith, and Hope are nice too, and I don't think I need to explain what those names mean."
"Those are all nice," Sam said, genuinely.
"Ugh, don't be so casual about this! It's our child's name, it's important!"
"I'm not being casual, I really think those are all nice names," he explained.
"Can you pick a couple of them? Do you have stronger opinions about any of them?" She asked.
"Well, Ella is nice, and Liliana, and Valerie, or Gabriella. We could call her Gabby, and I like Faith and Hope too."
"So, you pretty much like all of them equally?" She asked.
"Yeah, Valentina, and Victoria are nice too," he added.
"Ugh, you are so not helpful!" She huffed.
"Honey, we've got two months to decide. But we can add all those to the list. I'm sure we'll decide on one of them by the time she's born, or sooner. Or we might come up with something better."
"Fine," she said, grabbing a pen and paper and scribbling the names down.
"Sammy," she said a few minutes later. "Gabriella and I are hungry."
"How could you possibly be hungry, you ate two plates of food at the pool party?"
"Never mind," he added when she glared at him. "Let's go see what's in the kitchen."
"God, I'm such a cliché," she said when Sam made her a peanut butter and pickle sandwich, the only thing that sounded good to her.
"I'm not exactly sure what the word means, but if it means 'disgusting', then yes you kind of are," Sam laughed.
"There's just that stereotype about pregnant women liking pickles with everything," she explained. "But it's really good, you should try it!"
Sam was reluctant, but Santana was persistent, so he took a bite. "This is actually really good," he admitted.
"I told you! It's all about the sweet pickles. I tried it with dill pickles one time, and it was awful," she laughed.
"So, you called the baby Gabriella, upstairs," Sam said, while arranging the pickles on a slice of peanut buttered bread for himself. "Does that mean that that's what you want to name her?"
"I don't know, I was just trying it out," she shrugged.
"How did it sound?" He asked.
"I actually like it, and we could still call her Ella, but I know I'll probably change my mind every day. Yesterday I liked Isabella."
"Ooh, Isabella, let's add that to the list," he said, actually sounding more excited about that one that he did about the others.
"I don't know, I think it's too popular, but we'll see," she sighed. She had no idea picking out a name could be so hard, and she knew that with all the decisions they were going to have to make over the next few months and years, that this was actually pretty minor.