Santana woke up with a numbing headache. When she opened her eyes, she could tell she was somewhere in her house. With a little bit of concentration she could work out she was in the laundry room. She stood up, and walked out of the room to find something for her headache. She stumbled into the bathroom, and looked for some Advil. Maybe she could have some more alcohol, that would solve the headache. She decided to stick with Advil in the end. After taking the pill, she washed her face and tried to concentrate her vision on the mirror. She looked like shit. She had bags under her eyes, and she looked really tired. Deciding some food would help, she made way to the kitchen.

On her way there, she noticed her house was a mess. There were empty bottles, cans and paper bags lying everywhere. There also seemed to be food on the floor, and a weird stain on her white carpet, which she decided to ignore. When she opened her fridge, she noticed she hadn't gone grocery shopping for a long time. Her fridge only had opened cans of beer, ice, and a half eaten slice of pizza, which looked spoiled. Her stomach grumbled. She decided to go to the Lima Bean and buy a bagel as her breakfast, along with some coffee for the hangover.

She was about to leave her house when she noticed how bad she smelt. She smelt like alcohol, weed and cigarettes. She groaned, and ran up the stairs to have a quick shower. After her shower, she felt better, but the headache was still faintly there. She put on new clothes that didn't smell like shit, and some perfume. She brushed her teeth to get rid of the alcohol smell, and left the house. She got into her car, and put her sunglasses on. She then noticed how nasty her car was. The back seats were full of stains that she supposed, and hoped, were from alcohol. The floors of the car were full of half eaten food, and the cup holder was full of random shit.

On the way to the Lima Bean she realized how peaceful it was. Normally, all of the teens in the small town drove like crazy to get to the Lima Bean on Sundays. Why? Nobody knows, but they just do. She looked at her phone for a second.

"Oh, shit. It's Monday."

On that thought, she resolved to drive faster so she could get to her third class on time. When she arrived, the parking lot was empty, so she parked on perpendicular to how it was marked, taking up three spaces instead of one. She quickly ordered. She tapped her foot impatiently, and all the workers there were looking at her, annoyed. When she got her order, she threw a quick thanks to the girl behind the counter, and ran to her car while eating the bagel. In her car, she tried to put the coffee in the cup holder, but it was full of stuff.

"Fuck!" she screamed while emptying the cup holder quickly.

Once her coffee was in place, she drove quickly while eating her bagel, and drinking her coffee. When she got to the school, she parked quickly on a spot she found, and left the car. She hurried to her locker and got her books. Luckily, the third class of the day was just about to start. She waited patiently for the bell to ring, and for all the students to come rushing into the hallway. When the bell rang, was heading towards her class, but she noticed a guy with a Spanish book and realized she had the wrong books for her class. While she was getting her Spanish books out, she noticed Quinn speaking to Finn near her. She couldn't help but to listen in. Then she heard those words.

"I'm pregnant," Quinn said while crying. That made Santana do a double take. WHAT. This was not possible. Quinn told her she had never been with Finn. So that would mean… No, it couldn't be. Quinn would have told her. Or would she? She made the decision that it didn't hurt to ask. She completely tuned out the rest of their conversation until she saw them hugging. She then felt like she was invading a deeply private moment, and decided to finally head to class.

Santana had been trying to catch Quinn throughout the whole day, but the blonde seemed to be avoiding her. But finally, at the end of the day she saw perfect blonde hair swaying in a ponytail, and ran to catch her.

"Hey Quinn, wait up!" she shouted. But Quinn seemed to ignore her. She hurried her step to catch up with the blonde. She grabbed Quinn's hand, and turned her around.

"Don't touch me," Quinn hissed. Santana immediately let go of her hand.

"I'm sorry. Can we talk, it's kind of important?" Santana asked gently.

"What would I have to talk about with you?" she spat out the last word with disgust.

"We both know what we have to talk about." The raven haired girl was trying to keep her temper.

"I have cheerios practice," the blonde excused herself.

"I'll wait for you, just don't try and run away before we talk. Please," Santana was really worried, she had a bad feeling sitting in the pit of her stomach.

"Okay," the blonde mumbled before turning around and walking away.

Santana sighed, and made her way to her car.

When Quinn finished practice, she wanted to run away, to just get into her car and leave. But she knew the conversation was necessary. When she approached Santana's car, she first noticed it was full of dust, and someone had drawn a dick on the back door with the dust. She bent a little bit to knock on the window, but the sight in front of her took her by surprise. Santana was doing her homework. She was doing math, her tongue was out while she thought about a formula, her pencil on her left hand. Quinn wanted to laugh at how funny she looked, but decided to knock on the window instead. Santana looked up at her, and smiled a little bit. She had honestly thought Quinn wouldn't show up. Santana unlocked the car, and gestured for Quinn to get in, and she did.

"Hey," Santana greeted as soon as Quinn sat down.

"Hi," Quinn responded shily. She noticed how the car was much cleaner than she thought, but then took a look at the backseats and noticed all of the junk lying there. Santana had moved the stuff so Quinn could sit there. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked nervously.

"I heard you talking to Finn in the hallway. I'm sorry I listened in, but it was a hallway, you can't ask for too much privacy. What I mean is, you said you are pregnant. Are you?" Santana spoke.

"I-I am," Quinn stuttered in response.

"Okay, so is it mine?"

"It's Finn's," Quinn said confidently.

"Oh, it's just that you told me that you had never slept with him. I just supposed it was mine. So it's his?" Santana asked again, wanting to be sure.

"Y-yes it i-is," Quinn said, less confident this time.

"Quinn? Why are you lying to me?" Santana asked gently. "I just want the truth Quinn," she said tiredly.

"I-I can't," the blonde suddenly started sobbing. Santana felt awkward at that moment. She hugged Quinn, feeling like it was the right thing to do, and rubbed her back. She heard Quinn mumble something against her. "It's yours."