Santana did not know how this could have happened.
Well…of course she knew how it happened, she just could not understand why all of the sudden it was this time that it happened. Nothing was different from any of the other times.
Except this time, she had a girlfriend that she loved and this time was a horrible, horrible mistake that she figured would never come to light. Except, now it was going to. Brittany was a little slow at some points, but even Santana knew that she was smart enough to realize that آپ need both a girl and a guy to have a baby.
It started simple enough after all.
You've been hit by; you've been struck سے طرف کی a smooth criminal!
They panted slightly, eyeing each other. Sebastian opened his mouth first, but it was not to speak to her. Without even glancing away from her یا her heaving chest, he pointed at the cellists.
"Out!"
With little grumbling, the two players reluctantly exited the room.
Then he attacked.
Santana groaned whether from pain یا pleasure she was uncertain. She just knew that no man had ever just grabbed her waist and slammed her against a دیوار like he did. He was not worried about breaking her; even Puck had his reservations when it came to playing rough, but not Sebastian.
But this was wrong. She had a girlfriend that she loved and was trying to keep in mind as he trailed a hot set of lips against her neck.
"I'm a lesbian!" she gasped out, in hopes that he would drop her and اقدام away. Although, that might have been easier had she not hooked her ankles together, keeping him locked in place.
"I'm gay." He muttered against her throat, "Your point?"
She had no point.
And that was that. They parted ways after some hot rough sex and acted like the enemies they knew they were.
Except that was not it.
Santana stared down at the little stick in her hand in utter disbelief, feeling her eyes well with unfamiliar tears as she noted the little گلابی plus sign. A plus sign, like آپ were gaining something good in life, ha.
"Hey San, what's taking آپ so long? Are you-"
Brittany paused as she walked into the bathroom, and Santana immediately swiveled around, holding the test behind her back. Out of sight, out of mind.
Too late for that though.
"Sanny….what was that?" Brittany asked, brow furrowing, "Didn't آپ make me take one of those after I told آپ I saw the stork? Are آپ having a baby?" her expression brightened, "Are we having a baby?" then she became confused again, "Wait, but آپ کہا that two girls couldn't do that…"
Santana swallowed, going through the agony of having to watch Brittany figure it out. She would have just told her if her mouth would cooperate and speak, but it did not seem to want to do that.
"Santana…" It had just dawned on her, and now Brittany was staring at her with wide eyes. "Are آپ pregnant?" she asked, voice taking on a steely quality Santana had never heard before. "Are you!" Brittany stepped آگے when Santana did not answer after a few moments, pulling on her arm until she could reach the test.
Then she stared at it.
"Brittany…" her mouth only managed that before Brittany had dropped the test, spun around, and raced out of the room. Now it was her legs that would not cooperate. However, that was a good thing. She should not run after Brittany. It would only hurt both of them more.
Santana suddenly could not handle it. The reality set in. With one gasping breath, she started to sob, dropping down to sit on the toilet. This was not how this was supposed to go. Santana did not want a kid now. Hell! She didn't think she would ever want kids! Nevertheless, she was stuck with it. She knew better than going Fabray's route, she had seen that girl fall apart after giving away Beth. And she was not a killer, so abortion was out. She just had no idea what she was going to do now.
Without even realizing it, she had been dialing; she was unaware of who until the phone was answered.
"Hello?"
"Quinn! I-I-I n-need you, please…" Santana managed. She heard Quinn's strangled gasp.
"Santana? Are آپ okay? Where are you? Are آپ hurt?" Santana whimpered, which did nothing to alleviate any of Quinn's fears.
"My house…hurry please…I don't…I don't know…" Santana's sobbing got worse as she curled in on herself.
"On my way Santana, just please stay there!" Santana could hear through the phone Quinn's engine revving before the line went dead.
Well…of course she knew how it happened, she just could not understand why all of the sudden it was this time that it happened. Nothing was different from any of the other times.
Except this time, she had a girlfriend that she loved and this time was a horrible, horrible mistake that she figured would never come to light. Except, now it was going to. Brittany was a little slow at some points, but even Santana knew that she was smart enough to realize that آپ need both a girl and a guy to have a baby.
It started simple enough after all.
You've been hit by; you've been struck سے طرف کی a smooth criminal!
They panted slightly, eyeing each other. Sebastian opened his mouth first, but it was not to speak to her. Without even glancing away from her یا her heaving chest, he pointed at the cellists.
"Out!"
With little grumbling, the two players reluctantly exited the room.
Then he attacked.
Santana groaned whether from pain یا pleasure she was uncertain. She just knew that no man had ever just grabbed her waist and slammed her against a دیوار like he did. He was not worried about breaking her; even Puck had his reservations when it came to playing rough, but not Sebastian.
But this was wrong. She had a girlfriend that she loved and was trying to keep in mind as he trailed a hot set of lips against her neck.
"I'm a lesbian!" she gasped out, in hopes that he would drop her and اقدام away. Although, that might have been easier had she not hooked her ankles together, keeping him locked in place.
"I'm gay." He muttered against her throat, "Your point?"
She had no point.
And that was that. They parted ways after some hot rough sex and acted like the enemies they knew they were.
Except that was not it.
Santana stared down at the little stick in her hand in utter disbelief, feeling her eyes well with unfamiliar tears as she noted the little گلابی plus sign. A plus sign, like آپ were gaining something good in life, ha.
"Hey San, what's taking آپ so long? Are you-"
Brittany paused as she walked into the bathroom, and Santana immediately swiveled around, holding the test behind her back. Out of sight, out of mind.
Too late for that though.
"Sanny….what was that?" Brittany asked, brow furrowing, "Didn't آپ make me take one of those after I told آپ I saw the stork? Are آپ having a baby?" her expression brightened, "Are we having a baby?" then she became confused again, "Wait, but آپ کہا that two girls couldn't do that…"
Santana swallowed, going through the agony of having to watch Brittany figure it out. She would have just told her if her mouth would cooperate and speak, but it did not seem to want to do that.
"Santana…" It had just dawned on her, and now Brittany was staring at her with wide eyes. "Are آپ pregnant?" she asked, voice taking on a steely quality Santana had never heard before. "Are you!" Brittany stepped آگے when Santana did not answer after a few moments, pulling on her arm until she could reach the test.
Then she stared at it.
"Brittany…" her mouth only managed that before Brittany had dropped the test, spun around, and raced out of the room. Now it was her legs that would not cooperate. However, that was a good thing. She should not run after Brittany. It would only hurt both of them more.
Santana suddenly could not handle it. The reality set in. With one gasping breath, she started to sob, dropping down to sit on the toilet. This was not how this was supposed to go. Santana did not want a kid now. Hell! She didn't think she would ever want kids! Nevertheless, she was stuck with it. She knew better than going Fabray's route, she had seen that girl fall apart after giving away Beth. And she was not a killer, so abortion was out. She just had no idea what she was going to do now.
Without even realizing it, she had been dialing; she was unaware of who until the phone was answered.
"Hello?"
"Quinn! I-I-I n-need you, please…" Santana managed. She heard Quinn's strangled gasp.
"Santana? Are آپ okay? Where are you? Are آپ hurt?" Santana whimpered, which did nothing to alleviate any of Quinn's fears.
"My house…hurry please…I don't…I don't know…" Santana's sobbing got worse as she curled in on herself.
"On my way Santana, just please stay there!" Santana could hear through the phone Quinn's engine revving before the line went dead.
