Perfect for Me

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This is it. What happens in the next few minutes could potentially change everything. In five minutes, my world could be turned upside down. Which got me thinking about my boyfriend , Noah Puckerman. What would he think? Would he be happy? Would he walk out on me when I need him most?

I was pulled from my thoughts, suddenly startled as the timer on my phone went off. I got anxious as I approached the counter, but I knew I had to do this. As I finally reached the counter, I flipped over the test, completely shocked.

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There was no denying it. I'm pregnant. We are going to have a baby. All the fear I felt before suddenly vanished and turned into pure joy. I couldn't wait to tell Puck. Practically running down the hall, I came up behind my boyfriend, giggling as I did so. He looked up and smiled at me, grabbing the hand that I had placed on his shoulder.

"Hey, Puck! Can we talk?" I said, barely able to control my excitement.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing," he said shutting off the T.V.

"What do you wanna talk about, babe?" I asked lightly rubbing his arm.

"Santana, I wanna break up," he said with a straight face, now unable to look at me.

"Excuse me?" I asked, my voice now shaking.

"This isn't working, San. I want to break up."

"There's another girl. Isn't there?"

Just then he received a text, and before he could see who it was from, I grabbed his phone off the couch. The message proved exactly what I feared: he was cheating on me.

"You're cheating on me with Rachel Berry?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, tears now stinging my eyes.

"Santana, just hear me out..."

"What is there for you to explain? You've been sleeping with another girl behind my back. So it looks like you got your wish. We're through. I hope Rachel makes you happy."

I turned to go toward my bedroom when he grabbed my arm.

"San, there was obviously something important that you wanted to tell me."

"Well, I guess this won't really matter since we're splitting up," I said coldly, "but I'm pregnant."

"Wait seriously?" he asked with wide eyes, "Santana, this changes everything!"

"It changes absolutely nothing. You've been sneaking around for god knows how long and now that I'm pregnant you feel like it would be a good time to stick around? That's not how this works, Puck! You threw away your shot with me, and now you have to live with that decision."

He sat on the couch looking at me in awe. I took this as an opportunity to go to my bedroom and put on my shoes, before standing in front of him again. I walked toward the door giving him one last look.

"I'm leaving for practice," I said, almost inaudibly, "I want you gone when I get home."

With that I left my house, slamming the door behind me.