𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

i'm sorry i haven't updated i've just been absolutely hating everything i write but here's this chapter i don't think y'all will like very much

"Hey, guys!" Santana and I walked into the New York apartment and people cheered.

"You guys came for Rachel's opening night!" Tina opened her arms for a hug and I smiled over at Santana confused. "Yeah, we came for her opening night."

Santana shrugged and I hugged Tina.

"We missed you guys." I heard Sam say and I looked at him blankly. What if I am what I think I am? What then? What's gonna happen to Sam and what will happen to me and Santana.

"She won't come out of her room." Blaine came in panicked and I laughed. "Rachel? Finn should make her feel better. Where is he?"

"Not here yet." Blaine answered and Santana nodded. "I got this."

"What are you gonna do?" I asked as Santana walked to Rachel's room. "I've been preparing for this."

"Okay then." I said confused and Blaine patted the seat next to him. "What have you guys been up to?"

"Are these-?" I looked over at the fruit basket sitting down.

"Have some." Kurt said and I nodded taking the fruit.

"Where's the big star?" The door open to show Finn and everyone cheered. "Hey, Finn." I smiled with a mouth full of fruit and he smiled back. "When did you come back from Europe?"

"Today, actually."

"Okay, guys." Rachel came out of her room. "Who's ready for my opening ni-" She stopped and smiled. "Finn!" She ran up to him and they hugged.

"Let's go see Funny Girl starring Rachel Berry!" Finn pulled away from the hug and we cheered.

After the show, we decided to celebrate at a bar.

"Santana, I don't think I should be here." I said as we waited in line to go in.

"Moni, look, if we go in and you feel you can't handle it: tell me. We'll go home." Santana said and I nodded nervously as we walked up to the man checking ID's.

He checked ours and we made our way in. Rachel along with everyone else laughing and having conversations.

"Jeez." I looked around and laid my eyes on the row of alcohol bottles. "Oh no, no, no, no." I turned to Santana. "I think i'm just gonna go home and watch some superhero movie. It's a really dumb idea for me to be here."

"I'll go with you."

"It's fine. Just have fun and text me if anything happens." I ran out of the bar and down the street. It felt like i'd do something wrong if I even stayed in front of the bar any longer. I put my hands on my knees catching my breath.

"Excuse me?" I tried asking someone a question but they ignored me. "Fine." I said as they walked away quickly. "Fuck you too!"

"Excuse me?" I stopped a women and she turned to me smiling. "Yes?"

"Is there maybe a pharmacy by here?"

"There's one a two maybe three blocks away." She answered and I nodded. "Thank you so much."

I grabbed a test from the pharmacy and took a taxi home.

I immediately ran to the bathroom as soon as I got home and took the test. Part of me didn't want the result but I needed to know why my body hurt this bad.

"Shit." I whispered as I saw the two lines. "Fuck, fuck." I put my hands on my head and started breathing hard. "Oh my god." I grabbed the pregnancy test shaking and threw it away, burying it under mounts of toilet paper.

"Moni?" I heard Santana come into the apartment and I tried wiping my tears away but I just kept crying more.

"I-I'm in the bathroom!" I yelled trying to prevent my voice from breaking. "I'll be o-out in a little."

I went to the sink and splashed my face with water trying to hide the fact that i've been crying. I dried my face with a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

"Moni, I had to come home. I haven't danced that hard since Nationals." Santana said sitting down on the couch and I walked up to her. "I need to tell you something." I sat down and she nodded. "Okay."

I took a deep breath and looked down. "I was late like a some weeks ago and I- i thought it was normal but-" I blew out air. "What i'm trying to say is, I think- I think i'm-"

"Pregnant." Santana finished my sentence and I nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry." My voice broke. "I hate this." I cried. "I hate it so much. I'm sorry."

"Moni-." Santana tried saying and I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, i didn't mean for this to-" I stopped as she grabbed my face. "Look at me. We're alright. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I just-" I tried talking but she hugged me. "I'm sorry." I placed my chin on her shoulder as I continued crying. I kept messing up everything and I was so close. I was so close to being okay with Santana. I was doing good with sobriety too.

"Hey, look, it's fine. We'll figure this out." She said and I nodded.

I didn't know it at the time but Santana was happy i was pregnant.

don't be mad pleak🥲