A/N: I do not own anything. All rights go to their rightful and proper owners

"Damn it, Finn I'm serious!" Santana said. Finn stared at her numbly. The last time he heard this news it turned out to be a lie.

"Oh. Shit. I-I," Finn stopped. Santana's gazed softened.

"Finn. We need to talk for real. You understand how big this is?" Santana asked him.

"Yeah. I'll call of my math tutoring," Finn said.

"You're a tutor?" Santana asked, stunned.

"No. I'm being tutored," Finn said. That made more sense.

"Okay, so five? And Finn, the school wouldn't be happy if we got this out so…quiet, okay?" Santana asked. Finn nodded.

"See you later?" Finn asked. Santana rolled her eyes as if to say, duh, that's just what we were agreeing on.

"Finn. This is major," She said and walked away. Finn wanted to say, Major? No shit! You're PREGNANT! It was Quinn all over again except this time it was his. Santana hadn't slept with anyone else recently enough. Finn sighed and walked off.