Santana Lopez wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet. This is the 6th time this week she'd thrown up. She was going to have to stop eating that stupid cafeteria food and go back to her lemon water with cayenne pepper.
"You have an upset tummy, San." Brittany pointed out.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Thank you B for pointing out the obvious. I figured. I must have food poisoning."
Brittany grabbed her hand, "I can take you the nurse's office if you want."
"What's going on with you?" Quinn asked, walking into the bathroom stall. She looked suspiciously at the two best friends sitting on the floor.
"None of your business blondie." Santana spat.
"Santana is having a bad tummy week." Brittany explained. "She keeps throwing up."
Santana stood up, "I'm fine." She pulled a container of Tic Tacs out of her purse and put some in her mouth.
Quinn smirked, "I know what's going on."
"No one is asking for your input, princess."
"You must be pregnant." Quinn told her.
Brittany tilted her head in a confused manner, "I don't know what that means."
"It means she's having a baby."
Brittany shook her head, "No, the stork brings people babies."
"And I'm not having a baby." Santana argued. "That's disgusting."
Quinn shrugged, "It could be a possibility."
Santana scowled, "Trust me when I say, it's not. I'm not you."
Quinn sighed, "You should take a test."
"No. I'm not pregnant." Santana insisted.
~Later That Day~
Santana frowned while looking at the text message Quinn just sent her. She was coming over. That's the perfect way to end the perfect day. She did not need that bitch coming over and fucking up her mood.
"Sweetie, you hungry?" Santana's mother, Isabel asked.
Santana sighed, "No mother. I'm not."
"Your brother made steak. You love steak."
"What's going on with your face?" Santana questioned, changing the subject. "Is it frozen?"
"Botox injections." Isabel replied.
"Of course." Santana muttered under her breath.
Isabel started walking out of the room, but turned back around. "Oh and Quinn is downstairs. She has something for you."
Santana groaned, "Ugh. Send her away."
"Too late." Quinn said.
"I'll leave you two alone." Isabel said. She closed the door behind her as she left the room.
"I'm not in the mood to deal with you, Fabray." Santana told her.
"Here." Quinn said, tossing Santana a CVS bag.
Santana picked the bag up, "What is this?" She turned the bag upside down and a pregnancy test fell out.
"Take the test." Quinn ordered.
"I thought this was already established in the bathroom this morning." Santana started. "I'm not pregnant."
Quinn pointed to the test, "Then taking the test just confirms that thought."
Santana sighed, "Fine. But once it comes out negative, I want you out of my house."
5 minutes later, the timer on Santana's cell phone went off. She walked back into her bathroom and picked up the test.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"What does it say?"
Santana smiled, "Stupid little plus sign."
"I'm sorry Santana."
Santana shrugged, "Me too."
"Are you going to tell Sam?" Quinn wondered.
Santana turned to her, "Tell Sam what?"
"Well he should know that your pregnant with his child."
Santana snorted, "Please. Sam and I aren't having sex. This isn't his kid."
"Who's the father?"
Santana looked down at her hands, "Puck." She whispered.
"Who? I couldn't hear you."
"Noah fucking Puckerman." Santana practically yelled.
Quinn gasped, "What?"
"Like I said, Sam and I weren't having sex. And that big tub of lard Puck is dating wasn't putting out so he came to me." Santana explained. "Apparently he still hasn't learned how put a condom on properly. He's the only person I have slept with recently."
Quinn shook her head, "Are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know." Santana answered.
"I'm here for you."
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Santana interrogated. "You and I aren't exactly besties anymore. I was a bitch to you when you got pregnant."
Quinn shrugged, "Because I've been in your shoes. You're going to need all the support you can get."
~To Be Continued~