Santana's P.O.V.

Rachel didn't come back to school this week. I don't know how to feel about any of this... I won't lie. I don't really want a baby right now. I don't even know what I want to major in! I just...this is a lot to take in all at once. Rachel isn't taking it well...at all. I honestly think she might be becoming depressed about it. To a woman who has planned out her life since she was 5, having something this unexpected happen...is earth shattering and I don't know how to console her. I can't tell her everything will be okay when I don't even believe it myself.

I'm trying to stay positive...strong for the both of us but my stomach has been in knots since I found out. I feel like a piece of shit for wishing this never happened but...I do. I wish I had more control that day. I don't want to be anyone's mom right now...I barely like babies. They cry, soil themselves and are just needy as fuck...but this baby didn't ask for two teen parents so I feel like a terrible person for even thinking like that. The timing is just all wrong. But...I have to own up to my choices and take responsibility.

Rachel hasn't decided on what she wants to do and I'm not rushing her. We only found out three days ago so I don't expect a decision. I've gone to check on her but I decided to leave her in Brittany's company today. So far, all they've done all day is lie in bed. I just hope Brittany can take her mind off it.

I've been trying to figure out some way to tell my mom but I can't find the words. I know she's going to be pissed. This woman has been preaching about safe sex to me since I was 13, yes 13, because she was a promiscuous teen and it started around that age for her. Being a lesbian, I never figured I'd run into this fucking problem but of course, my life can't be that simple.

If mine or Rachel's dad finds out about this, everything is going to go to shit. I've been so concerned about Rachel, that I haven't taken a second to really process my own feelings, which is what Quinn has been trying to force me to do for the past hour. We went hunting and now we're just sitting, in human form, on the forest floor.

"I will strangle you if you don't stop fucking telling me you're fine! You're not goddamn fine, so use that mouth the same way you use it to tear people down and tell me how you feel!" She says angrily as she tosses an acorn at me. I roll my eyes as I move out of the way.

"I feel like shit." I tell her. Quinn continues to look at me so I continue with a small shrug.

"I don't know. I don't want a kid but I can't just abandon them. That's fucked up." I tell her and she nods.

"Yeah but are you gonna hate them at some point or something because they ruined your life?" I frown.

"What? Of course not. I made them, they didn't do shit to me." I tell her.

"Then you're already a better parent than my dad." She says with a shrug.

"Look, I know you're freaking out but you have me and Britt." She says and I sigh.

"I'm not gonna throw a kid into your life." I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"Do you really think I'm just going to let you do this by yourself? Someone has to save this kid." She says jokingly and smirks but she drops it when she sees the seriousness in my features.

"S, everything about our lives has been hard and we've made it this far. We will figure it out." Quinn says sternly.

"I kinda wish it were you." I tell her and she squints her eyes at me and tilts her head slightly.

"Wish what were me?" She asks.

"The one dealing with this shit. I'd love to be the awesome god mother and supportive friend that gets to just pass off the crying baby to you instead of being the person to take said baby." A small smirk creeps upon my lips as Quinn gives me the finger.

"And this is why that baby needs me. So they don't turn out like you." I roll my eyes as I twirl a piece of grass between my fingers.

"Plus, Rachel might decide against having the baby. Have you thought about that?" Quinn asks me. I've thought about adoption. There's open adoptions so we could still kind of be in the kids life...but what if they end up having a worse life with their adoptive parents than with us?

"Yeah...I don't know how I feel about that either." Quinn nods in understanding.

"Told Maribel yet?" She asks after a brief moment of silence and I shake my head.

"How do I do that without them finding out...literally everything?" I ask.

"Point taken. I assume Rachel won't be telling her dad for a while." I nod. Quinn looks thoughtful before speaking again.

"If Rachel is fake dating Finn...when starts showing...why not just say it's Finn's?" She says and I scoff.

"Is he supposed to just live my life now too?" Quinn rolls her eyes.

"Hear me out. If he finds out Finn is in our pack and decides to do whatever as a part of council, you get no consequences." She says.

"Except for the part when Finn realizes how babies are made and remembers he never had sex with Rachel." I tell her.

"Put them both in a hot tub, have Rachel seduce him a little and leave the rest to me." She says with a smirk and I roll my eyes.

"No fucking way. I'm not involving the man child anymore in my life than he already is." Quinn shrugs.

"Just a suggestion." She says then leans back on her hands, elbows behind her and stretches her legs out in front of her, crossing them at the ankle.

"Can you ask B how she's doing for me?" I ask and Quinn nods her head then speaks.

"She said she got Rachel to eat...she's been crying a lot but she's asleep right now. Oh, and Mr. Berry scheduled a doctors appointment for her on Wednesday." Quinn finishes and I nod.

"You know you don't really have to go to the doctor to figure out how far along she is. If you listen to her stomach and hear a heartbeat, she's at least 6 weeks." Quinn says with a small shrug.

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"Frannie. My dad did it to my mom then showed me how to distinguish the heartbeats. Right now the babies heart is faster than Rachel's."

That might actually be helpful...though I'm not sure I'm ready for that. If I hear a heartbeat...that means this is real. It's really happening and there's really a small part of me growing inside of Rachel. It sounds nice but...I'm still scared.

"Come on. I could use a burger and I guess I'll get you something too." She says as she stands.

Rachel's P.O.V.

I think I really needed Brittany's company today. I just...needed to be around someone who doesn't want to talk about what's going on in my life. Of course she offered her support, which is always welcome, but support isn't what I need right now. Right now I need someone to give me a decision...make a decision for me because it's too hard to do on my own...Not only am I making a decision for a life that hasn't began yet, but for Santana and I as well. I know Santana wants to keep it...but is that what's really best for them?

"We can have a sleepover this weekend if you want." Brittany says from her spot at the foot of the bed. Brittany thought that painting my nails might make me feel better. It honestly just made me that much more aware of my situation but she was so excited, I didn't have the heart to tell her no.

"I think I'd like that." Brittany smiles at me then returns her gaze to my toes.

"Have you talked to San?" She asks. This is the first time all day she's said anything about Santana.

"No." I tell her.

Things with Santana have been awkward. We're both struggling with this but Santana is trying to put up a strong front and right now...I'd rather have someone panicking with me than trying to convince me that everything will work out.

"Maybe you should while I go get snacks? I don't know how you live here with no meat or anything that tastes good." She says and I laugh as she closes the bottle of pink nail polish in her hand.

"I thought you liked when I cook?" I ask her.

"I do but you're not cooking. I need snacks. I'm just going to run home and be right back." She says as she stands from the bed. I nod my head and she waves at me before leaving. I chuckle lightly as I wave back then direct my attention back to the TV. A few minutes later, I hear a knock at the front door. Brittany must have forgotten her keys. I quickly go downstairs and open the front door to see...not Brittany, but Finn. He grins at me and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I've been ignoring him for a reason.

"Hey Rach." He says and I decide to skip pleasantries today.

"What are you doing here Finn? There's a reason I haven't returned your phone calls." I tell him.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." He says and I sigh.

"Well, as you can see...I'm perfectly fine. I just needed a few days to myself." Finn nods.

"Okay. Do you need anything?" I shake my head and he sighs.

"Rachel...I know this doesn't seem like the best situation but...I'm trying here. I really want us to work out. I just...it doesn't seem like you want that too." He says. I'm...what did I ever see in him?

"Finn...you're blackmailing me into this and just threatened me because I've been around Santana. None of that is exactly...romantic." I tell him and he has the decency to look away, ashamed.

"I know but...let's forget that part. Let's just be us...I just wish you would actually try." I roll my eyes at this. I'm under enough stress right now and I just need him to leave.

"Is that all you came for?" It came out harsher than I intended but I'm not apologizing for it.

"No, I was thinking if you weren't doing anything right now, maybe we could take a walk to actually introduce our wolves." He says with a light shrug and I laugh.

I didn't mean to but honestly, does he really think my wolf wouldn't kill him for keeping her away from her mate? Finn nervously laughs and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I'm not busy right now, but I don't want to walk with you or do anything with you for that matter. I'm under a lot of stress right now and I'd rather be alone." I tell him the nicest way I can.

"But I just saw Brittany leave. Come on Rachel! You don't have to lie to me!" He says angrily. Finn roughly runs his hand through his hair.

"Finn, honestly I'm not in the mood to do this with you." I say softly.

"You never are! You're never in the mood to talk to me! See me! Anything!" He shouts as he becomes angrier. I feel Rose wanting to lash out but she's holding back.

"Finn, stop shouting at me." I say while trying to remain calm.

"No! All of this is that bitch's fault! She ruins everything!" It's becoming very hard to stay calm now.

"Do not speak about her like that." I'm really trying to keep my temper at bay...

"What are you going to do about it?" He says tauntingly. I feel my eyes narrow as Rose pushes to be set free.

"I advise you leave. Now." I growl. Seeing how upset I'm becoming, Finn thinks it's a good idea to step closer to me.

"I'm done being nice to you Rachel." He says as he glares down at me.

"I won't be ignored!" Finn grabs my arm, just above my elbow and squeezes tightly. I try to move my arm away but his grip doesn't loosen.

"Let go of me." I say angrily as I take a step backwards. Finn moves with me and I put my hand over his and grip his fingers.

"Take your hand off of me Finn." I say sternly which makes him squeeze harder. I grab his fingers and pull them backwards until I feel them break. Finn moves away from me to grab his injured hand and bends forward in pain. That was the last straw.

"Tell whoever you would like about Santana and I. I don't care anymore. But if you ever come near me again, Santana will be the least of your problems." Finn gives me an angry look but his scent is betraying him. He's afraid.

"You two deserve each other." He says before leaving. I sigh as I go back inside the house.

There's no saving any of us now.

A/N: If anyone is still reading this, thanks and stay safe out there.