Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this particular storyline, the newly introduced characters and the computer I wrote it on.
Special thanx to my beta jenmer61977, who has some amazing stories of her, for helping me getting this story get along.
Previously on It Takes A Village:
After several minutes she hears Rachel starting to cry. Santana questions herself a few seconds whether to go in or not. Hearing the small cries turn into uncontrollable sobs she decides to go in.
"What the hell is wrong wi-" Santana begins as she opens the door. But halfway through the sentence she sees the little white sticks laying on the sink.
"Oh no, nonono." Santana says, rushing over to the almost hyperventilating girl and embraces her. "Berry, please tell me they are negative," Santana whispers.
Her head still bent over Rachel shakes her head no and sobs, "I wish I could. My life is over."
Looking shocked at the tests Santana exclaims, "Of course your life isn't over. It could be a false positive and if it's not you have Brody and your friends to help you through this."
"Oh come on, San," Rachel answers sarcastically. "Those tests are very reliable these days. For Brody to be the father I would have had to have sex with him, which I haven't. I'm not Quinn, San. I'm not going to lie to him and tell him that he is. So yes, I have friends and hopefully my dads' if they don't disown me over this. I'm fairly certain if I tell the actual father to be, he'll be on the first flight to stand by me. But I can't stay at NYADA while I'm pregnant so my dream to be on Broadway is gone."
If Santana wasn't already shocked from the positive tests she would be now. "Are you telling me that Rachel Berry cheated on her boyfriend? When and with whom?"
"To be cheating on a boyfriend, one does need to have a boyfriend. Brody is most certainly not my boyfriend. He might be sleeping in my bed and that's all what he's doing there, but only because the couch was already taken. I have decided that it is highly inappropriate to have a boy sleeping in my bed that isn't even my boyfriend so as of tomorrow he'll be on the couch, and you'll be sleeping with me." Rachel says. "It happened a few weeks ago with uhm, an old friend. When I looked up my daily planner just now, I realized I'm four weeks late on my period. Santana, I'm never late!"
"A few weeks ago? And you can't tell me his name because…" Santana's eyes grew wide. "Ay dios mío, the wedding!? Is it a … Finchel baby?"
Rachel closes her eyes for a moment, reliving that night. Not ready for the interrogation that will undoubtedly take place if she'd tell the truth, she decides to say nothing at all. She just begins to cry again.
Santana lets the smaller brunette cry for a few minutes and just holds her until she realizes Rachel is stone cold. "Okay, let's get you off this cold floor first. Come on. Do you want to go back to bed?" Rachel shakes her head no, so Santana brings her to the couch.
While Rachel finally dozes off in Santana's lap, Santana can't sleep anymore. She understands why Rachel doesn't want to tell Finn about the pregnancy. If Finn found out Rachel's pregnant he would do everything in his power to convince her to move back to Lima.
She's so deep in thought that she doesn't hear Kurt come into the living room until he speaks.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Santana?" he whisper yells.
"Keep it down, will you? She's finally asleep." Santana hisses. Careful to not wake the sleeping girl in her arms, she stands up. "It's not what you think. We both know Berry is as straight as a ruler. Over the last year we became real good friends. I found her last night on the bathroom floor in a total mess, I was just calming her down so she could get some sleep."
When Santana mentions the bathroom, she remembers the tests still lying on the sink.
"I'll be right back I have to pee." She quickly goes to the bathroom to hide the tests into one of the drawers she knows Rachel uses for her tampons and such. Once done she flushes the toilet and exits the bathroom. Entering the living room, she takes a quick glance at the couch to see if Rachel is still asleep.
She finds Kurt in the kitchen setting the table for breakfast. When he sees Santana enter, he puts his hands onto his hips. "Why were you so lovingly combing through Rachel's hair, who by the way isn't as straight as you think she is, with her sleeping in your arms if you're not trying to get into her pants like donkey face over there?" He whispers while nodding towards Rachel's bedroom.
"I already told you, I -" Santana wants to explain, but her eyes narrow when Kurt's commend about Rachel being straight or not sinks in. "Wait, what do you mean she isn't as straight as I think she is?"
"Well," Kurt looks towards the living room, his need for gossip stronger than his guilt about spilling Rachel's doubts. "We had several serious and very long conversations these last few weeks about feelings and stuff that I think she's having doubts about her sexuality. Maybe her breakdown was about that."
Santana frowns at this statement.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Rachel sitting up confused and trying to remember why she's sleeping on the couch. "Well, I don't know about that. What I do know is that I found her on the bathroom floor at three AM crying her eyes out and totally freaking out about something. I tried to get her to talk about what was wrong but the only thing she did was cry. You know how dramatic Yentl can get." She looks over to Rachel who is mouthing a 'thank you' and already tearing up again, remembering the early morning. Seeing Kurt, she pulls herself together and walks over to the kitchen.
"Morning guys," she says sitting down at the table.
"Well good morning diva. What's wrong? You look like hell." Kurt says in all honesty.
"If I want the world to know what's wrong you'll be the first to know because you've just shown how private our private conversations are." Rachel snarls at him.
"Morning," a naked Brody greets the three friends as he enters the kitchen.
"Look who's finally up," Rachel growls. "I'm going out with Santana. By the time we get back I want your things out my bedroom."
"You… You're kicking me to the curb?" Brody asks her in disbelief. "Why?"
"No, I'm kicking you out of my bed. I have come to the conclusion that it is highly inappropriate to have a boy who isn't my boyfriend sleeping in my bed so as of today you'll be on the couch, and she'll be sleeping in my bed. After all, I've known her for as long as I can remember while we only met a couple months ago. And as a 'gentleman' you should have suggested that yourself the minute you found out that she was sleeping on the couch. If you can't accept the factthat you'll never become anything more to me other than a friend and don't want to take the couch you're free to pack your bags completely and leave." Firmly Rachel stands up. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed so Santana and I can go. I want your things out of my bedroom by the time we get back if not I'll throw them out, through the window. And for god's sake, put on some clothes. No one wants to see your hideous ass parading around like you own the place. It's rude." With that she walks out of the kitchen, leaving Brody and Kurt with their jaws wide open in shock and Santana grinning from ear to ear.
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