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Author's Note: So this will be a pretty long Author's Note, I'm warning you!
Okay so I will attempt at writing a sequel after I finish The Day The Music Died (even though I'm already working on like, seven stories counting this one I really want to write one). I need to think of the title, but other than that I think I'm good for ideas as of now. And I think I'm going to make the sequel mostly Finchel, it won't be entirely Finchel but it will be a large part of it. Don't forget to review, I love seeing your reactions, especially to the last chapter! Thanks for taking up some of your valuable time (or, maybe not so valuable, I won't judge you) to make me a better writer.
Also, if you have some free time you should check out my other stories. The ones I am currently updating are a Brittana fic, Weddings, Showers and Funerals, which I recommend, it is inspired by Four Weddings and a Funeral (note, I said inspired, it isn't much like the movie and I added a bunch of stuff for my own pleasure). Even if Brittana isn't your thing it has undertones of Finchel, Klaine, Wemma, Quam, Tike and Pizes, there's even a little Bartie, Santfosky (did I spell that right?), and Samtana. So, please read! And for the other amazing Brittanese I wrote a one-shot, The Songbird, which I am very proud of. However, I will warn you that it is sad. I also have a story called Some People Aren't What They Seem. In it, Harmony, Rory, and Sugar are Finchel, Klaine and Brittana's kid from the future, respectively. Harmony lost her parents as an infant in a car accident, and so she uses her Aunt Brittany's time machine to go back in time so she can meet Finn and Rachel, but accidently gets them all zapped into 2011 instead of 2019.
Sorry for my super long Author's Note. (I wrote over 300 words in the Author's Note alone!)
Reason Eleven Part Two
It seemed as if Santana would never stop screaming, until Puck walked over and shook her. "Stop it!" he growled. And Santana did. "You need to pull yourself together and tell us what you did, or at least turn the DVD back on."
Santana didn't respond to Puck's demands, instead she just turned towards a stunned Finn. "Finnocence, how could you not tell us that you got Berry pregnant?"
"Because she didn't tell me!" Finn replied, which only surprised the other people in the room more.
Rachel didn't even tell her own baby's father!
"Wait…Rachel said she was pregnant. Not that she is pregnant," Quinn pointed out, sounding still a little hysterical but not as sick as she was before. "Meaning, whenever she made this, she wasn't pregnant anymore. Rachel probably would've been like, seven months through her pregnancy anyway by now."
"Quinn…" Tina began. "Are you saying…are you saying you think Rachel got an abortion?"
Quinn shrugged. "Maybe."
"That's not something Rachel would do! And even if she was going to get an abortion, she would've told me or Finn or someone…" Kurt interrupted. "There's got to be another reason."
"What if Santana told her to,"
Everyone in the room turned to look at Brittany as she spoke. The girl was staring at the floor, not looking anyone in the eye. She slowly looked up at Santana after a long pause, meeting Santana's shocked, crying face. "Sanny…if you did, please tell us. We've all done things that were wrong, so please just tell us what you did. We won't judge you, and we'll love you always."
Santana brushed past Brittany and surprised everyone by wrapping her arms around Finn, sobbing into his chest. "Finn I am so sorry! I didn't know!"
"Santana, it's um...it's okay…please stop crying." Finn tried his best to soothe the emotional Latina, but to no avail.
"I killed your kid Finn!" Santana cried, trying to compose herself as she staggered backwards towards Brittany. "You should be more pissed at me than anyone else!"
"Santana," Mr. Schue said. "First, we need to find out what you did."
The girl nodded. "But…play the DVD." She requested. "I can't tell you guys." Santana shook her head. "If only I had known..."
"If we had all known," their teacher interrupted. "Things would be very different now." And with that, Mr. Schue reached over for the remote, and pressed 'play'.
On the DVD, Rachel was crying too.
I am so sorry. I should've told you. It's more my fault that anyone's…but, its partially Santana's too. You see, on the night I went to that party by myself and I needed a ride home, since I hadn't told anyone to come get me before ten. So when I saw Santana's car and she offered me a ride, how could I refuse?
I really wish I had refused, because what I didn't know, was that Santana was drunk.
Oh God.
When we were driving down Green Street, Santana ran a red light. "Santana," I said. "You need to stop. We just passed a-" But before I could finish I spotted a huge SUV coming down the road, definitely past the speed limit. The driver was honking and Santana had no idea what she was doing. She turned the wheel and I frantically tried to turn us around, knocking the car into a bush. The SUV hit us full force, and I remember screaming as the entire car flipped into the air. I remember instinctively reaching for my abdomen and briefly locking eyes with a screaming Santana. Santana, did you know then about my secret, or did you think I was just nauseous? I wonder what you were thinking at that moment as I clutched my stomach and began to scream and cry.
I couldn't see anything through my tears. The whole world was blurry, and I lost sight of Santana through the chaos when the ambulance finally arrived. There was so much blood…I remember that much. Santana was fine, and I was generally okay…but the baby wasn't.
I didn't even need the diagnosis. I knew I had lost it as soon as I saw how much I was bleeding. And when I was finally officially told the news, that I had miscarried, I began to gradually lose hope.
I didn't tell anyone about it, I didn't want to upset anyone. I know it would've done good for me to let people know why I was so upset, why I was half the person I used to be. It was because a little part of me I had learned to live with for the past four weeks was gone, and a part of me had died too. Losing a child, even one you didn't mean to have, kills you.
Apparently, sometimes it literally kills you.
It is worse than you could ever imagine. Even worse when you have no one to tell.
Finn, Dad, Daddy, Kurt, Shelby…everyone, if you're watching this, I should've told you. That kid belonged to you just as much as it did to me. You were his or hers family too. You had a right to know. If I had just told, I know I wouldn't have had a miscarriage that night with Santana in the car accident. I wouldn't have been in that car in the first place, I wouldn't have gone to that party. If I had told you, I would still have a reason to live. If you had known, I'd still be alive, or even if I did still do this, there would be a piece of me left behind.
And I am sorry. It's my fault, Santana didn't know. It will always be my fault. I just can't live with myself anymore.