"It's yours."
Those words left Santana completely frozen. Hers? She got Quinn pregnant? It didn't seem that unrealistic, they did have sex without a condom. She let out a small curse, and sighed. Even after two hours of preparing, she wasn't ready for the answer.
"Well shit," she let out.
"That's all you have to say!?" screamed an angry Quinn.
"I'm sorry I don't know how to react to someone telling me I got them pregnant!" Santana screamed back, annoyed.
"You already knew!"
"No I didn't, for all I knew, it could've been Finn's baby!"
"You said you listened in onmy conversation with him, you heard the stupid hot tub excuse I gave him!"
"No I didn't! I spaced out after the I'm pregnant part!" Santana screamed in Quinns face. "Why are we screaming at each other?" she said, this time calmer.
"I don't know, I was nervous about how you were going to react." Quinn said sighing.
"I'm sorry. Can we just talk calmly?" she asked and Quinn nodded. "Do you want to keep it?" Quinn bit her lip, about to cry again, and nodded. "Okay… are you going to give it up for adoption, or keep it with you?"
"I don't know yet," she said, trying to keep her tears at bay.
"Okay, we'll figure it out together. Do you have a doctor's appointment? We should set one up to see if the baby is healthy or something. I think that's what they do in movies." Santana lost her train of thought as she kept talking.
"Hold up. We? We are not going to do anything. This is my baby, my baby and Finn's."
"What are you talking about? You just told me this baby is mine." Santana was confused, she was starting to get a headache from this conversation.
"It is biologically yours, but we slept together once. You can't provide for me and the baby, you clearly can't take care of yourself, and you have no future. You're a mess. But Finn, I have support with him." Quinn said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You just made all of those decisions without even asking me? First you don't tell me at you lied to me. Then you expect to erase me completely from decisions. And you insult me? Really what the fuck is wrong with you? You're fucking crazy, and if you think this lie is goign to stand, then you're delusional. What are you going to do when a baby with my skin color pops out of you? I mean you guys are both white, what the fuck are going to say then?" Santana ranted angrily, she couldn't believe what Quinn had said to her. "And by the way, if I'm a mess, you're no better. This shit you're pulling? It's sociopathic." She finished. "Get out Quinn." And Quinn did, without a word. Santana just sat there for a few minutes, shocked.
When she got to her house she was completely exhausted. The talk with Quinn had drained everything out of her. She opened the door and saw the mess. She decided to ignore it for today. Maybe Quinn was right, she was a mess. She really couldn't even take care of herself. She walked up the stairs and layed on her bed. She couldn't believe she would have a baby, and she couldn't even be involved. What would she do? She was barely sixteen, a child herself. Maybe it was for the better, not being involved. She would just fuck it all up, she couldn't fuck up a child. At that moment, the only thing she wanted was to talk to her mother. So she called her. The call went directly to voicemail, so she tried again, and again, and again. Her mom never picked up. Tears were falling from her eyes, she wanted to lay in her mother's arms and be safe.
Quinn knew she had done the right thing. Her parents were going to kick her out as soon as she told them. What would she have done then, live with Santana? No. Finn was the safer option. The right choice. He was a nice guy, and a good enough boyfriend. His mom was nice enough, she seemed like she would support him through anything. That was what Quinn needed, a support system. Santana couldn't give her that. As far as she was concerned, Santana should be happy to be spared of the responsibility. Santana threw parties, and drank and did drugs. She couldn't do that with a baby. But Quinn could have a family with Finn. And if the baby did end up looking like Santana, she would come up with something to tell Finn. He believed the hot tub story, he would believe anything. She did what was right. Right?
So that was a short chapter. I'll try and make 'em longer. I'm in real need of a beta. I re-read the first chapter and thought: well this is shit. So if anyone is interested, I'd relly thank you. Also I made an Instagram it's flawlessquinntana. And thank you for the review quinntanarivera, I appreciate it (btw, I love your stories).
Bye for now loves.