Fix My Heart

Chapter Seven

New York City~ The Hospital Waiting Room

Santana had officially spent too much time in a hospital over the last few weeks for her liking. She really didn't know why she kept coming. Hospitals always really creeped her out. A whole building full of pain and sorrow. No thanks. So yeah, she kinda did want to leave. But no, she couldn't. And she did know why she kept coming back. It was because of Rachel. God if someone had told her last year that she was going to be worried and feeling very protective over Rachel freaking Berry, she would've laughed in their faces. And then called them an idiot. Because everyone knew about how much she disliked, no scratch that, hated Rachel Berry. But now, even though she hated to admit it, the two girls had bonded and Santana really cared about her. It had been a hard few months. College wasn't the dream everyone made it out to be and the real world was much harder than she had expected. And of course, the breakup with Brittany and then information that she was dating trouty mouth of all people made it feel like someone had ripped her heart into a million tiny pieces. But Rachel made her forget about all of that. Living in the loft with Rachel and Kurt, she had been happier than she'd been in a long time. New York was pretty awesome. Santana actually wished she had come sooner. 

But now there was something that was threatening their blissfully happy and peaceful lives. Rachel was pregnant. And she had no idea who the father was. It could be her ken-doll boyfriend or her potato-filled ex-fiancée. Both who completely hated each other and were currently fighting to try and win over Rachel. And god, Santana so desperately wanted to scream at them, bash their heads together and then go all Lima Heights on their asses. Because they were such oblivious idiots. Rachel was already under so much stress and had so much going on without those two goons trying to force themselves into her life. And she so clearly hated what they were doing as she wrapped her arms round her torso and shot Santana a frustrated look. God, she really did choose the two worst possible baby daddies. She could tell that Brody had some secret and seemed like the least responsible person on the planet. And Finn....well, Finn was an idiot. Neither could be trusted to raise a baby. She just knew that Rachel would end up having to look after this baby by herself. And that thought made her insides squirm. And that's where the protectiveness over Rachel came in. Except no, she wouldn't be alone. Santana would help and never leave her side.  And that's actually why they were here today. To find out who the actual father was.

 "Rachel Berry." A doctor called out, signalling to follow him. They all followed him into a room and Rachel laid down. The rest of them crowded round as the gel was rubbed onto her stomach and Santana couldn't help but roll her eyes as Finn and Brody kept pushing each other out of the way to get closer to Rachel. God, boys were literally the worse. They all watched the screen as the picture of the baby popped up on it. The others were all smiling of course, wide eyed and happy. But Santana was also finding it hard to contain her smile. And her grin grew even wider when out of all of the people in the room, Rachel leaned over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it with tears in her eyes. 

"Right well, everything looks with the baby. It looks healthy and is at the right size, which is good. You want to know how the father is, right?" Both boys inhaled and Brody crossed his arms while Finn edged slightly closer to Rachel. She glanced up at both of them before looking helplessly at Santana again. She took a deep breath before answering. 

"Yes." 

"Well, it looks like the father is Finn Hudson."

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Ohio~ The Cafeteria Of William McKinley Highschool

Blaine had a problem. Well, he actually had a bunch of problems. This had been a pretty crappy year after all what with the breakup and all. But now it looked like it was getting a whole lot worse. Sam was the only thing that had got him through loosing Kurt. He'd made him feel better and fixed him up when he was broken. He was the one who had stopped him from transferring to Dalton and making what would've been one of the worse decisions of his life. And now it seemed like he was loosing Sam too. And the worse part was that he didn't even know what he'd done wrong. At least with Kurt he knew why his ex-boyfriend was so hurt and angry. But Blaine had been going over every interaction he'd had with Sam in the last few weeks and he couldn't come up with a single reason. He'd just been acting really strange and been kinda distant ever since that day when he lashed out at Blaine in the library. And he didn't know what he did wrong then either.