Hi guys jus so u know, again, its a few weeks later now, so britt is about 10 weeks. X

Humiliation.

Things are going well. Britt is feeling good about her pregnancy; Mike is sticking by her all the way. Not many people are noticing that she is pregnant. The whole glee club know about it, but they aren't saying too much about it to anyone. People would stare, that's for sure, but they wouldn't speak to her, or hurt her.

Britt was walking down the hall with Quinn on her left and Santana on her right. Although Quinn and Britt we no longer on the squad, she was still friends with them. "Hey, I have my first ultrasound on Friday after school." Britt said happily.

Santana smiled. "Good luck!"

"Thanks. Quinn, what's it," Britt got cut off as cold, wet slushy hitting her face. She screamed as the cold juice went down her shirt into her bra tears started to fall from her eyes.

"Oh looky here, another hoe. I can't believe it. You and mike. Wow, I never saw that coming!" a big, fat football player laughed.

"Screw you, you're such a dick!" Britt cried as she wiped the juice out of her eyes.

"Woah calm down, I don't want your waters to break, that wouldn't be good!" he sniggered.

Quinn stepped in front of Britt and slapped him round the face. "What the hell was that?" he said rubbing his face.

"Look, just go, ok?" she said annoyed.

He didn't move, he just stood there laughing.

"Move, ok. And for the record, that shirt is so 2009." Santana said, in a bitch kind of way. He laughed and walked off.

Britt was still crying, and wet. People in the corridors laughed as they walked past, and now more people knew about her pregnancy, due to what they heard from the football player. "Come on, lets go to the bathroom. I have a spare shirt in my locker, we'll get it on the way." Quinn said, signalling Santana to come to. Santana kind of looked sad. Ashamed. She sighed, and whipped the tears out of Brittney's eyes. "I am never going to do that to anyone ever again! Its harsh, I just never took the time to realize." She looked down. "Come on, lets go."

"Quinn, how did you cope?" Britt sniffled as she walked out of the toilet cubical. She had changed into a white vest top, which showed her baby bump a little more than the last shirt she was wearing.

"Well, I didn't at first. But once you get further along, and you feel the baby kick, it just makes everything better, you know?" Britt just smiled and looked down at her stomach. Britt started to cry again. Damn hormones! "Hey, look at me," Santana whispered, grabbing Britt's hand. "It's going to be ok." She hugged her and looked at Quinn for help. She wasn't really good at the whole comforting thing.

"Come on, lets go to glee club." Quinn said, trying to make a new convocation.

The girls walked into the choir room, and went and sat down on the stairs at the back. Kurt and Mercedes exchanged looks, and slowly left the group they were standing with to go and join Britt and the girls. "Hey," Mercedes smiled as she sat on a chair next to Quinn. No one said anything, and Quinn gave Mercedes a look that said, don't say anything about Britt. Kurt got the message as well. He broke the silence. "So, have you picked a song for this week?"

"Yeah, I'm going to do Valerie, the one Amy Winehouse did." With that, Mike and Matt walked in the door. "Mike!" Brittney shouted as she ran into his arms.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked. "Wait, weren't you wearing pink this morning?"

Britt's face dropped. "I got slushied."

"Who did it, I'll punch their face in!" he growled.

"Mike, it's fine, Quinn has already done that. You will know who it is anyway, you will see the hand mark on his cheek." She laughed.

After a few minutes of talking, Mr. Schue walked in the room, and started sorting through some papers he had on his desk. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late, I'll be ready in 5." He called out over his shoulder. Then he got a tap on the shoulder. "Mr. Schue," Brittney whispered.

"Oh, hey Brittney, how are you feeling?" He smiled as he spun round on his chair.

"I'm ok I suppose. Erm Mr. Schue, I'm really sorry, I've had a really rough week, and I forgot all about my song. Can I do it next week?" she said ashamed. Mr. Schue sighed and smiled.

"Britt, don't worry, its fine. Don't worry about it this time. "

Britt smiled. "Thank you, this won't happen again." She went and sat down with quinn.