Chapter 3

2 months later

"It's been two months. TWO MONTHS!" Brittany thought. She had never been more desperate for her period to start. Usually she hated those 5 days when she was in pain and couldn't have sex. But now, however, Brittany couldn't wait for it to start. "Well I guess it's true what they say... you don't know what you've got until it's gone."

What worried Brittany even more was the fact that she was sick all the time. At first she thought it was something she ate, but as the sickness became more frequent she began to get sacred of the possibility of her being pregnant.

Two minutes was up... It was time to see the results that would pretty much change her life.

"Oh my God I need Quinn!" Brittany cried out.

Quinn was at home watching the British show, Total Wipe-out with her mom when she heard the door bell ring. "Who the hell could that be" she thought.

She opens the door to find a crying Brittany on her door step.

"Britt?! WHAT did Santana do?!" Quinn demanded as she jumped to the conclusion that Santana fucked up somehow.

"What? Oh n- no Quinn, Santana hasn't done anything to hurt me. You know she wouldn't... Can- can we just please talk inside? I need my best friend" Brittany whimpered.

Quinn nodded as she let her mom know that Brittany was here and lead her up to her bedroom. As soon as the door closed Brittany broke down in tears. Quinn ran up to her and held the crying girl in her arms.

"Sweetie what's wrong? Why are you so upset? I know you said no before but... was it Santana?"

"N- no. Well k- kind of, but it wasn't her fault" Brittany sniffed.

"Well what's going on?" Quinn said loosening her grip and holding Brittany away so that she could see her face.

"I- err I- I'm pregnant" She says between choked sobs.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! SANTANA! How could she do this to poor Brittany... I am so gonna go over an- wait wait, I've gotta be there for Britt right now." Quinn said inside her head.

After her rant inside her mind, Quinn asked Brittany whether she was sure. Brittany confirmed that she took a test and it said positive. "Oh shit" she thought.

"Okay Britt, Sweetie? It's okay. You're gonna be fine." She cooed whilst she rocked Brittany in her arms. "You're gonna be okay".

After Brittany managed to calm down and regain some control of her emotions, she turned to Quinn and asked "What am I gonna do Q?".

"Well the first thing you need to do is tell Santana. I know it is scary and you brain is probably thinking of one million reasons not to tell her but... that is her child in there and she deserves the right to know."

"But Quinn, what if she gets really mad? I know she would never get angry at me but... this-" She says pointing to her flat stomach, "is different".

"Brittany. You need to listen to what I am saying because I have been through this and I know first-hand that the sooner you tell the father, or mother in this case, the better. Just rust me on this one okay?" Quinn said seriously.

"Okay Quinn... I- I will definitely tell Santana tomorrow. Thanks Quinn".

"It's okay Britt. Now, we better be getting to sleep. You can stay the night because it is getting late and I don't want you being on your own".

Brittany nodded at this and soon the pair of them were in Quinn's bed.

"Everything will be okay Britt." Quinn said as Brittany drifted off to sleep.

"Yes mom I will be home at five for dinner" Santana said through the phone bored, as she listened to the lecture from her mother about being home at dinner time.

"okay... okay... OKAY I'm hanging up now. Bye."

"Seriously dude. My mom? I love her but sometimes she is SO annoying. JESUS!" exclaimed Santana.

"Haha... hey don't hate on your mom cause she knows how to make a good sandwich" Puck said jokingly.

The two of them continue to talk as they head towards their 3rd class of the day.

"San?" a familiar voice calls her name nervously.

"Hey Britt!" Santana says giving the girl a massive hug and a kiss on the cheek when she notices that something isn't quite right.

"Britt-Britt are you okay? You look like you haven't slept in days? Are you feeling ill? Do we need to get a doctor? Are yo-"

"No Santana we don't need to do any of those things... we- we just really need to talk. It's urgent and it can't wait." Brittany said, nervously twiddling her thumbs.

"Okay Britt" Santana said as she tried to stop the feeling that she was getting dumped, from rising to the surface. She took Brittany's hand and led her out of the school and towards the bleachers.

"Britt what did you want to tell me? Is it about us? Are you breaking up with me? Is it because I'm not good enough in bed? Do I not satisfy you? Is it because I'm so bad at English? Is it embar-".

Brittany interrupted Santana's rant by getting it over and done with. "I'm pregnant".

Silence fell over them. After a few moments Santana broke through it.

"Wow... erm... Pregnant? Oh my God... Just... Fuck. Is it mine?" Santana asked.

"Is it yours? IS IT YOURS?! Do you think I've just been cheating on you all this time?! What the fuck Santana! I get pregnant and that is the first thing you think? "

"No. No no no no no Britt I'm sorry I was just a little surprised that's all. I- I know you didn't cheat on me. It was a stupid question. I'm sorry" Santana said desperately.

"It's okay. I'm sorry too. You know... for shouting at you". Brittany says. "Are hormones making me crazy already?!" She thought.

"Erm Britt? What are we gonna do with it?" Santana asked curiously.

"I'm keeping it. I've been thinking and even though we are young... I feel really bad about killing our child so... yeah I'm gonna keep it. I hope that is okay."

"Britt it's fine. I am gonna be there every step of the way. I will provide for you and our baby. I guess I have to get used to the fact that I'm gonna be a Dad... Well a Mom, but in a Dads shoes." Santana said.

"Oh San... you are such a dork but that is why I love you" She said as she gives Santana a kiss.

It is at this moment that Brittany realises that everything will be okay.

TBC

Well that's the third one. :) Don't know if it is any goo. I'm just writing as the ideas come to my head sooo... yeah.