AN: Le update is here, so from here on i'm gonna leave this issue to you. . All errors are mine, I have no Beta reader. Thank you for all your support.
It all ends today.
Everything could disappear within 3 minutes, parents, friends, her dignity, future and above all of those things, Santana. People would disappear.
She slammed her fists into the cold tiles of the bathroom wall as realization hit her while tiny prickles of tears kissed her warm cheeks before she fell into a heap of devastation. She shut her eyes tightly and prayed that the pregnancy test on the floor would fuse with the floor by the time she opened her eyes. Her cries grow stronger as her cell gave the beep, notifying that 2 minutes had passed and there was one more to go. She covered her ears in an attempt to escape the cries of yet another pathetic pregnant teen that would most likely be among the increasing rates of teen pregnancy. How could she have known?
She had been well informed the first time Santana came out to her about her secret that the cheerio did not have the capability to impregnate anyone, despite the production of sperm. How could she have been so stupid? Rachel sniffled and slowly started wiping the tears away with the sleeve of her sweater; it was time to face life.
She cleared her voice with tiny trickles teardrops still falling down but resilient to let it hinder her. The beep on her cell went of and announced it had finished the given time of countdown. She pushed a few strands of hair behind her ears and lent down to the ground, her fingers trembling violently as they reached for the plastic stick.
She shook and harder and then turned it over with an appalling gasp on standby. As the display came in sight she started crying once more with a heavy feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. She shook her head from side to side and then fell against the wall, making her self as tiny as possible as she wept and seek for comfort.
The stick in her hand fell to the floor with a light clang, abandoned and wished to be swept away from her world.
X
"Seriously, what did Mr. Schue do to her this time?"
"I hardly think it's all on Mr. Schuester, coach always finds something to get pissed about, especially when it comes to Glee club and Mr. Schuester."
Santana puffed before cringing at the ache in her ribs. Coach Sylvester had driven them pass the schedule and forced them to push themselves until their lungs and limbs burned from physical extortion. Even Brittany who was pertinacious was bent over with exhaustion and flushed cheeks. Today was hell and she couldn't wait to see her little brunette diva. If anything was gonna ease the soreness and cheer her up, it was going to be Rachel and maybe another rambling of hers about a musical being made into a feature film. She looked at Quinn walking beside her and noticed the tired expression on her face. Maybe Schuester would let them off Glee this one time and maybe she could convince Rachel to leave with them and turn in for a movie marathon. She smiled warmly at the thought of that.
For the past two weeks, they had optioned to stay home and watch movies for hours and hours. Some nights they would merely sit next to each other, close but not overwhelmingly. Some nights they would sneak in little makeout sessions between the scenes but that was it. Their movie nights together was a small step into the direction Santana was aiming for, and that was to see more of Rachel rather than her body. She thirsted for their relationship to change, because as wonderful the sex was, as mind blowing as it was…she had begun to change. There's an intense need to be closer to Rachel, in every aspect. She wanted to kiss Rachel without fear, look into her eyes without having to turn away the second Rachel caught her, she needed to be free in order to be at ease. But being unaware of Rachel's feelings as well as a bit of her own, put a strain on her soul and their relationship. Rachel was her best friend…but there was a need for more than that.
She restlessly played with her fingers until they reached the choir room. Quinn entered the room first and thus was first to notice Rachel's absence.
"That's odd"
"What is?" Santana replied tiredly.
"Berry, but even more odd that she isn't here." Quinn uttered with astonishment as she took an extra look around the room.
"She's what?" Santana inquired with disbelieved eyes.
X
What happens now?
Three words that kept reemerging and resting heavily on the tip of her tongue, three words she was terrified of sounding out.
Unlike the moment in the bathroom stall where she had kept her eyes closed, she was now struggling to keep them open at all time and blink as little as possible because every time she shut her eyes she was faced with a red plus sign flashing in darkness and it continuously sent her to a state of panic. So here she was, lying in her childhood bed with her eyes focused onto the white ceiling with neon stars that would shine even in the dark.
'How fitting'
She didn't want to be a neon star, she wanted to be a gold one, shine brightly for who she was and now she was stuck with an unwanted creature. Creature…that's what she decided to call it until…
She sighs and turns her gaze away from the ceiling, there was no way she could think of it as a baby…let along think of it as hers and…Santana's.
"Creature is a little harsh huh?" She whispered and then gasped horrified at her action, had she just talked to it? And with that thought coming to life she was back to being a crying fool.
"I'm sorry, so sorry"
X
"Pick up, pick up, pick up…" the cheerio mumbled to herself as she paced back and forth in the parking lot. She had left the choir room despite Mr. Schue's objections; it wouldn't have been easy though if it weren't for Quinn and Puck. Neither of them had seen any point in attending Glee since the brunette was M.I.A. Besides they were tired from practice anyway so they preferred to go home, Brittany joined them without protest and happily accepted Puck's offer to give her a ride home. Quinn had her own car and so did Santana, only she had stayed put until she got a hold on Rachel. She couldn't just leave.
She groaned furiously as she Rachel's phone went straight to voicemail.
"Answer your fucking phone, Berry!" She typed her text out harshly and climbed into her jeep. She wasn't gonna stay around for someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with her.
X
The brunette literally tossed her phone into the wall and sighed out of relief when it went quiet. It had been ringing non stop and she would now be forced to change her ringtone to something else, the repeating voice of Amy Winehouse's Rehab- Which Santana had assigned as her ringtone- had driven her crazy. Santana must've called her at least 8 times within the last 15 minutes. Ignoring her wasn't the right way to go about it, but how does one act in a situation like this? Minutes passed as she just laid in her bed in fetal position staring straight into the wall and pondering on her question.
Is this the part where she calls the hospital and makes an appointment?
She sniffled once more and felt her eyelids droop, she no longer feared the darkness, it was what it was.
X
"Can you come over to my house?"
Sent at 6:38 Pm
Santana eyed the bright green bubble on her screen with Rachel's words in it.
Biting her lip she typed her reply. Her limbs were on time out but with everything that occurred today, she just had a tingling feeling that this might be something important.
It didn't take long until she arrived at the Berry's house.
She was clad in a comfortable leather jacket with black sweats; too lazy from her the days practice and the shower she took when she got home to put on anything nice.
She jumped out of her car and stepped forward, crossing Rachel's trimmed lawn until she reached her porch. She didn't hesitate to knock almost immediately. It was however not the case with Rachel. The brunette lingered behind the door, the palm of her hand pressed against the wooden door, taking deep breaths until she reached for the door knob. A concerned look swept over Santana's face and Rachel just knew that she suspected something was not right. It wasn't that the singer hadn't washed up, she had cried too many times and washed her face just as many, but cold water didn't stop her eyes from swelling from all the crying. She didn't have time to grasp on what happened next, Santana had slipped through the doorway and gathered Rachel into her arms. Firm arms wrapped around her waist and back. Rachel released a long breath of relief and slowly reciprocated the embrace by locker her hands around the girl's neck and bringing her in closer to a tight hug.
"What's wrong, Rachel?" she inquired with worry and held on to the girl tighter.
"I need you to listen to me without interruption, do you think you can do that?"
Rachel spoke with an assertive tone and waited for a response.
The Latina nodded and then spoke: "Yes."
The fragile little singer inhaled deeply and held her breath as she prepared for what she had to do.
"I've thought a lot about it, I even fear I might have developed a tumor from thinking so hard. I've cried and cried and whispered my fears to myself, I thought about you, I thought about our life…and I thought of it. And I see no other way, I keep hitting my head against a limitless wall and it's terrifying. I've come to the conclusion that I can't do this. I love you, Santana. You're my best friend, and I'm sorry I have to do this."
Her voice broke and she felt the tears rushing back to the surface. She closed her eyes and since she didn't have a clear view of Santana's face she could only guess what she was looking like. It did not sit well with her…she must be furious and confused, shocked, everything. Santana's eyebrows drew together in frustration and confusion; she drew back from the embrace and cupped Rachel's cheek. Forcing her to look into her eyes.
Santana's voice shook tremendously as she spoke:
"What are you saying, Rachel?"
"I'm pregnant."
They were fools to believe…
TBC
Would you like to see a Pezberry baby or an abortion?
Leave it in the comments if you have the possibility. All errors are mine, I have no Beta reader.