Prompt: Dani is scared to tell Rachel and Santana that she's pregnant.
Notes: G!P Rachel and Santana but not very explicitly.

Dani stared at the bright yellow smiley face. Her own lips were pressed in a fine line and her eyes were wide. Wtih shock. With fear. With a small sense of excitement. Then fear again.
What the fuck would she say to her girlfriends?
And how did she get pregnant anyway? She was on birth control ever since she found out that Rachel and Santana were packed. She didn't even think that they could impregnate her, but they did have dicks so…
But, dammit, Dani didn't know what to do.
And she didn't know which of them was the mother? Father? Parent? Everything was just so confusing.
"Hey, babe?"
Dani startled and she dropped the pregnancy test on the floor of their bathroom. She didn't know how long she was sitting on the toilet just staring at the result, but it must have been pretty long for Santana to be home already.
"Uhh- I-I'm he-here."
Dani heard the footsteps approach the door. "You okay?" Dani gulped. God, Santana sounded worried. Could she hear Dani's thoughts? Was she some kind of mind reader to top it all off?
"I'm f-fine."
"Are you sure? You don't sound-"
"I'm fine." She hadn't meant to snap, but, dammit, it felt as though she was having a panic attack. She clutched at her chest and tried futilely to breathe in and out. In and out. In and out.
Fuck! It was not working!
"Dani," Santana sounded alarmed now. She tried to open the door, but Dani had locked it. "Come on, Dani. Open up. What's wrong?"
What's wrong is I'm fucking pregnant and I don't know which of you is the one. Fuck, Dani's eyes widened impossibly more. She forgot about the possibility of Santana possessing mind reading abilities. She held her breath and waited.
"Dani," Santana's tone of voice hadn't changed. She was still concerned. Dani let out the breath.
In the back of her mind, Dani heard their front door open. She was sure she was going to die now. She couldn't breathe. Everything was starting to blur. No, not Rachel too.
"Hey, Santana," her voice was chipper, and Dani heard her pause as she probably regarded Santana. "What's wrong?" Yep, there was that concern.
Santana must have gestured to the door, because Dani heard Rachel's voice against it next. "Dani, baby? What's wrong?"
Dani shook her head and tried to focus on nothing. Keep her mind blank. Rachel was even more of psychic than Santana.
"N-Not-Nothing." Shit, Dani should stop talking. She sounded like some child that was fumbling over their words and trying to catch their breath after being pushed down by a bully. Well, Dani felt like it. Her girlfriends didn't have to know, though.
The pounding on the door was more erratic now.
"Dani please."
"Baby, let us in."
Dani shook her head. She couldn't. God, no, she couldn't. Dani heard Rachel whisper something and then footsteps that moved away. She couldn't really focus on them. Everything was still blurring and her ears were ringing.
She didn't notice when the door opened and her two concerned girlfriends slunk to her sides. They both put comforting arms around her as they tried their best to calm her, to no avail.
Then Santana's hand on Dani's back paused. "Dani?" Her voice was questioning, and Dani wanted to get swallowed by the ground.
Rachel followed Santana's line of sight and gasped.
"Are you- You're pregnant?" There wasn't a hint of resentment in her voice but Dani couldn't hear it.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." There were tears running down her cheeks as she repeated her mantra.
Rachel hurried to hush her and wipe the girl's tears. "Oh, honey. It's okay. It's okay. It's fine."
"I'm sorry, Rach. I'm sorry, San."
At the mention of her name, Santana finally looked up from the test. She knelt beside Rachel and took Dani's cheeks in her hands. She forced the girl to look at her in the eyes.
"I love you."
At this, Dani's sobbing lessened. "I- But- I don't-"
"We're having a baby," Santana's voice was filled with wonder and pride. She looked over to Rachel who was mirroring her own emotions. "The three of us."
Dani looked at them both. "But I don't know who- I don't know which-"
"It doesn't matter, love," Rache, interrupted. "The three of us are going to be parents."
"You're not- You're not mad?"
Santana and Rachel shared a look of adorement for their girlfriend.
"Never."

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