Santana woke up just like she had for two weeks, with a massive hangover. She had been drinking the whole week, and throwing parties everyday after Quinn told her the news. She had only attended school one day, and she saw Quinn leave class because she had morning sickness. Then she saw Finn run after her, and felt guilt. So she decided not to go to school anymore. She knew she would need to go back to school someday, and today was that day. She knew two weeks of skipping classes would end up with a phone call to her parents, and she would like to avoid that situation.
She didn't know how to feel about everything. Right now she was thankful, Quinn was right. She wanted to throw her parties, and she couldn't have a baby, she was only sixteen. She couldn't take care of a baby.
She did her normal routine and left for school with sunglasses on. Her headache just wouldn't go away. Her day goes as normal, except for one thing. There was something going on in Glee club. The team was divided in two. She found herself in Sue's team. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why. She was days late in this whole thing. She was so lost, and she could see Quinn looking at her from the distance with a glare. Why was she glaring? Did she do something?
At the end of Glee, Mr. Schue started giving a speech about minorities, Santana's face was saying it all. What the fuck?
"Or that Santana is latina, or that Quinn is-" Schue was interrupted by Sue.
"Is pregnant."
Santana felt her blood run cold. What just happened? Did all of the Glee club know? She looked at Quinn, she was clearly terrified. Santana didn't know what to do.
"Now everybody knows." Sue finished.
Everybody knew? Shit. Quinn was fucked. What would she do? Finn also looked shocked, he had that stupid look on his face. Santana felt weird, she really didn't know what to do. Quinn suddenly ran out of the room. Finn sat there, shocked.
"Go after her you stupid fuck." Santana muttered from her seat next to Finn.
Santana was in the hallway trying to find Jacob Ben Israel. She was going to murder him. As she was passing the hallways she found Finn consoling Quinn. Finn was doing a piss poor job. She felt the need to punch Finn in the face for not doing better. Quinn thought he was better than her? That made her pissed, and slightly upset.
She found Jacob walking down the hallway after talking to Rachel. She grabbed him and pushed him into an empty classroom. She didn't even think about keeping the secret about who got Quinn pregnant.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Santana spit out angrily.
"S-sue made me do it," Jacob muttered, scared.
"Sue made you do it?" She asked, confused. Why would she do that? She would have a talk with Sue, but that woman scared the life out of her. "I don't give a shit, don't run it."
"She f-found panties in m-my locker, she c-could expel m-me." He stuttered.
Santana had a confused look on her face, this conversation was not going how she had hoped. "Why the fuck did you have panties in your locker?" She looked him up and down in disgust.
"They were Ra-Rachel's, she g-gave them to me so I wouldn't run the st-story,"
"This is way too much, I'm gonna leave, and if you tell anybody about this conversation, I'll hunt you down and make your life a living hell."
"Y-yes ma'am."
Santana walked out of there, disappointed for not achieving anything. She didn't really know what she was trying to achieve. Of course she wanted the story to be taken down, but why? Quinn had kicked her out of the baby's life, and clearly wanted nothing to do with her.
As she walked down the hallway, she saw that Finn was still trying to comfort Quinn, she was sobbing even worse now. She noticed that Rachel was looking at them weirdly from the other side of the hallway. What is that about? Finn was looking back at Rachel with the same look on his face. Really, what the fuck is going on? She knew Rachel had an obvious crush on Finn, but she didn't know he felt the same way. Was he cheating on Quinn? Santana started seeing red. This cheating, good-for-nothing guy was better than her in Quinn's eyes?
She saw just the guy she needed walking through the hallways.
"Hey Karofsky!" she shouted at him, and he came to a stop.
"What do you want Lopez?" He asked, clearly not wanting to have this conversation.
"I need you to do me a favor. I need you to slushie Finn tomorrow. Just Finn." She made it clear, she didn't want to slushie Quinn.
"And why would I do that?"
"You'll have a good reason in a few hours," she explained.
"What do I get in return?"
"Revenge, didn't Finn make fun of you for getting pubes? Remember how he told the whole school about it? Or how he and the football team always treat you like the lower class, when all of us know the football team is shit. This could be your chance to make the hockey team the top of the social ladder. You would take Finn's place as the most popular guy, you'd have everything." She said, trying to sell the situation. She hoped she was pushing the right buttons. She knew she was when she saw a smirk starting to form on his face.
When she walked into glee club the next day, she was pleased with herself. She saw the sad look on Finn's wet, sticky, coloured face. What didn't make her happy though, was that Quinn was by his side, gently cleaning his face. She should be in his place. No, wait. She didn't want that. She didn't want to be slushied. And she didn't want to be with Quinn. This whole baby stuff was making her heart confused. Did she want the baby or did she want Quinn? Did she even want any of those at all? She was so confused. All she knew is that Finn didn't have enough, he needed more. She needed more.
"Azimio, I want you to slushie Finn. You and all of the football squad together. I'll pay for it."
"No, he's the team captain. My ass could be on the line. Coach said he needed us to be a team again, if I pull something like that, he'll bench me." He complained.
"I don't really give a shit, just do what I tell you. I hear that he has to choose between football or glee. His popularity is gone now, he liked the benefits it had. He will do anything to get it back. So, slushie him as a threat, I assure you it'll work. And if it doesn't, at least you'll get a good laugh." She handed him a twenty dollar bill and walked off.
When Santana asked Azimio to slushie Finn, she had meant just Finn. She hadn't thought that Quinn could be near him when it happened. But those assholes pointed some of that shit right at her. She was now following Quinn to the locker room, feeling like shit. Her whole plan had backfired, she didn't feel the great high of revenge, she felt the guilt at the pit of her stomach.
"Quinn, wait! Are you alright?" Santana asked as she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Get out Santana, I don't need you!" Quinn screamed back. Oh, Santana had dug her own grave.
"Just let me help." She felt really guilty.
"I don't need your pity!" Quinn was sobbing now.
"Please, let me help you." She pleaded gently. She turned the warm water on, she had to wait a few seconds for it to be the temperature she wanted. Meanwhile, she looked for a clean towel and chair for Quinn to sit on. She placed the chair in front of the sink and gestured for Quinn to sit. "Just sit on the chair and let me help." She pleaded. Quinn finally did as she asked. She dipped the towel in warm water and started to gently clean Quinn's face. "I really am sorry this happened to you. I-I didn't plan for this to happen. I just wanted them to hit Finn, not you." She felt the need to tell her about her plan, thinking it would ease the guilt.
"You did what?" Quinn asked, surprised. "Why would you fucking do that?" she stood up, looking at Santana for answers.
"I'm sorry. He's just an idiot, okay?! And you think he's better than me. How could you think that Frankenteen is better than me?!" Santana shouted, exasperated.
"Because he is, look at the childish thing you just did! You expect me to trust you with a kid or with a pregnancy when you act like this?!" Quinn shouted back at her.
It was then that Santana realised the mistake she made by telling Quinn about her stupid plan. "Look, I really am sorry. I don't know what to do, okay? You're pregnant, and I want to help you, I really do. But I know I'm shitty! I can't do anything! But I want to try Quinn! This is my child, I want to be there," she whispered the last part, tears in her eyes. "I know this whole situation is not ideal, but just please, please, give me a chance." She pleaded.
"You want me to give you a chance, after this? You asked a whole team to bully my boyfriend! I made the right choice by not letting you near me, you're a child Santana." Quinn spit out in disgust. She turned to walk away, not caring that her face was still dirty.
"You know he's cheating on you, right?" Santana let out as her last resource. She didn't really have a plan anymore, not that the last one was that thought out. "I mean, it's only fair since you cheated on him. If I'm a child, then you're a slut, Quinn." Santana got up, ready to get the last word. "Do you really think that you'll be a good mom? Please, what a joke. And your stupid little boyfriend will catch on sooner or later, and you'll be all alone. What good will you be to the baby?" She scoffed and left the room shaking her head.
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