Santana sat in the park with Finn. She didn't want to have this conversation but she had to.
"Abortion?" Santana asked. Finn looked at her. His hand brushed her stomach, not flirting but reaching out to what could be his child if she let it grow.
"I wish you wouldn't. We could get an adoption family. Or…we could raise it. I won't leave you. You wouldn't be alone," Finn said. Santana looked at him.
"You don't like me, you like Berry," Santana said.
"I don't know you enough to know if I like you. Please?" Finn asked. Santana wasn't ready to let him control her but she wasn't completely comfortable with abortion.
"Okay. We'll give it away," Santana said.
"What about your slot as head-cheerleader?" Finn asked. Santana's gaze darkened.
"Oh I have everything planned out. I will be accepted, I won't be a lost cause like Quinn," Santana said.
"I've got a job from when Quinn and I were dating…so I'll help pay. Will your parents kick you out if they find out?" Finn asked.
"I don't know. But I'd move in with Britt or…I don't know," Santana said. Finn shrugged. Maybe they were like the two puzzle pieces that didn't look like they'd fit but did. Or maybe that was just hope in his mind.
"I'm going to stand by you, Santana. All the way," Finn said. Santana was oddly grateful. He'd had sort of been through this before, so he'd be there.
"Finn…since it is our kid…should we?" She stopped.
"Date? Yeah, we should probably try," Finn said. She leaned against him. He stroked her stomach. This was weird, and yet he wanted her. He rememvered that night in the hotel and he realized maybe it did mean something.
