Ok this chapter might be a little sad...or a lot sad. Just thought I'd give everyone a fair warning.


Santana laid on the cold bed in her private hospital room. Everything was absolutely silent and it she was glad it was. Until she heard her cell phone ringing.

"You don't have to answer it." Isabel told her. "I'll do it."

Santana ignored her and grabbed her phone. She didn't bother looking at the caller ID before answering. "Hello?"

"Santana where are you and Puck at?" She heard Matt say on the other line. "Glee club won't start until you get here."

"I'm not coming today. I'm in the hospital." Santana said.

"What? What happened?" Matt asked, but Santana didn't answer. She just hung up her phone and wiped away the tears that were falling from her eyes.


"Where the hell is this doctor at?" Puck asked, pacing back and forth.

"I'm sure it's nothing." Santana said, trying to stay as optimistic as possible. "They say spotting is normal within the first few months. Maybe I was worrying for nothing."

"Yeah."

Santana sighed. Maybe the blood was stress related. She had been worrying a lot ever since she found out she was pregnant. Her doctor would probably suggest strict bed rest since she was having twins. "It's nothing." She silently whispered to herself.

"Should we call your parents?" Puck asked, pulling Santana out of her thoughts.

Santana shook her head, "No. If this is noting serious it would be a waste of time."

What if it is serious? Puck almost dared to say out loud. The question would just a big elephant in the room. He knew Santana was trying to stay as positive as she could and saying something like that would ruin her mood.

"Hi Santana." Santana's doctor, Dr. Evans greeted as she walked into the room, along with a nurse.

"Hi Dr. Evans." Santana greeted back.

"Santana, I have some bad news." Dr. Evans started.

Santana grabbed Puck's hand, trying to brace herself for whatever the doctor had to say to her. "Ok."

"You suffered a miscarriage." Dr. Evans said softly. She was trying to break the news as gently as she could.

"That has to be a mistake." Santana argued. "My twins are fine."

Dr. Evans shook her head, "No, its not. That would explain the bleeding and the abdominal cramping."

Once Santana heard those words, her mind went blank. She had a miscarriage? How was that even possible? She had done everything right. She ate healthy, she took pre-natal vitamins, and she didn't drink or smoke. "I...I lost them?"

"No. You only lost one."

Santana felt Puck rubbing her back in what was supposed to be soothing circles, but she jerked him off.

"We'll give you a minute, but we still want to keep you here to run some more tests." Dr. Evans and the nurse left the room.

"San, are you..." Puck started but Santana cut her off.

"Just call my mom, please." Santana said, stopping Puck from asking the notorious rhetorical question.


"Where are they?" Mr. Schue asked.

Matt put his phone back in his pocket, "She said she was in the hospital."

"For what?"

Matt shrugged, "She hung up before I could ask."

"Is she ok?" Brittany asked.

"She's probably just ditching." Lauren said.

Matt shook his head, "I've known Santana since we were 2. She wouldn't lie, she'd just ditch."

"She probably just has a doctor's appointment." Brittany said.

Matt nodded, "Yeah." He agreed. He had a feeling something else was going on, but he dropped it for Brittany's sake. Her childlike mind wouldnt be able to comprehend anything other than that. "Mr. Schue, I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"Ok."

Matt slips out of the chior room. Once he makes it to the hall, he dials Puck's number.

"Hello?"

"Puck it's me."

"Hi Matt." Puck greeted, sadly.

"What's going with Santana?" Matt asked. "Something doesn't feel right."

"You need to ask Santana." Puck said.

"She's not going to tell me. The entire glee club is wondering."

"We're at the hospital." Puck told him.

"I know that. Santana told me that. I want to know why."

"Matt..."

"Can you please tell me?" Matt asked. "Is Santana ok?"

"In a way."

Matt scrunched his nose in confusion. What the hell did that mean? "Are the babies ok?"

"No." Puck answered.

"What's wrong with them?"

"Santana had a miscarriage." Puck finally said.

Matt stood speechless for a while. He couldn't believe what Puck just told him. "Puck, I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Me too."

"How's Santana?"

"Hysterical. Her parents are with her right now."

"And are you ok?"

Puck let out a heavy sigh, "No. I'm not ok. I don't know what I am, but ok is not an option."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No. I have to go, Matt. I guess I'll talk to you later

"Ok." Matt hung up and walked back into the chior room.

"Long bathroom break." Mercedes said, sarcastically.

Matt rolled his eyes, "Sorry. I was talking to Puck."

"Are they really at the hospital?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Yeah. Santana wasn't feeling good so she asked Puck to take her to the hospital." Matt lied.

Mr. Schue nodded, "Ok."


"This is all my fault." Santana concluded, after trying to go over why something like this would happen to her.

Allison shook her head, "No. Dont say that."

"But it's true. Karma is a bitch if you are." Santana told them, using a quote she had seen somewhere. "Maybe if I hadn't been so mean to everyone, this never would have happened."

"Honey that's not true." Isabel argued. "Children and babies aren't used as pawns in life."

"Then what happened?" Santana asked, honestly hoping for an answer. "I don't drink, I don't smoke, no one smokes in our house, I did everything right."

"Just like that doctors told you. This was a natural thing. You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's common." Santana repeated in a mocking tone. "That's what she said. "Things like this happen in the first trimester a lot. Like that was supposed to help anything."

Isabel pulled her crying daughter into a hug, "Baby I wish there was something I could do for you. Can I get you anything?"

Santana shook her head and pulled away from her mom, "No. You can't do the one thing I want."

Puck walked back into the room and sat down. He looked over at Santana, and grabbed her hand. Surprisingly, she didn't pull away. With the way Santana was acting, it was obvious he would have to be the strong one.

Allison got up, "Isabel, Richard, do you guys want some coffee? I was about to go get some."

Isabel also stood, "We'll come with you." She turned to Santana and Puck, "We'll be right back." The three adults walk into the hall.

Puck got out of his chair, laid next to Santana, and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his shirt. "I wish this was one of those moments where I could say, "Things could be worse". But, I can't think of anything to top this gut-wrenching feeling that I'm feeling right now."

"I wish I knew what went wrong so all of this could make more sense." Santana spoke.

Puck ran his fingers carefully up and down Santana's stomach. "You didn't do anything wrong, so don't blame yourself."

"How do you know that?" Santana challenged. "These doctors make mistakes all the time."

"If you did something, there would be a reason as to why this happened." Puck replied. "It's just one of the ones that happen out-of-the-blue."

Santana stayed silent. A million and one different reasons were swarming around in her head. Maybe if she knew what happened, she wouldnt feel so bad. Not knowing had to be the worst feeling out of all of this besides the feeling of loss.

"San, we need to remember that we still have one baby."

Santna cringed and shook her head. "I don't want to remember."

"Don't take your anger and guilt out on this baby. He or she still needs strong parents."

"Can we drop it, please?" Santana practically pleaded. "I really don't want to talk about it."

Puck pulled Santana in closer to him. "We're going to be ok."

"No we aren't." Santana argued.

Puck wished he could argue with Santana. He wanted to tell her they were going to be ok, but he was starting to doubt himself. He just held Santana in his arms.

Outside of the room, Allison, Richard, and Isabel stood in the hallway. They decided to give the two teens a moment o privacy.

Isabel looked at her daughter through the cracked door, "Santana is just going to beat herself up over it. She's going to let all of the grief eat away at her until there's nothing left."

"How are we going to get them through this?" Allison asked.

Richard and Isabel stayed silent. They had no idea on how to answer that question.

~To Be Continued~