Forever (sequel to The Hostage)

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Santana's POV
After dinner, I go through to the den, where Mercedes and Sam are watching tv. Quinn's disappeared off with Tina, and everyone else has continued working on finding Brittany. But Cèdes and Sam have been working for longer than everyone, so they're taking a break.

"Come and sit, San" Mercedes opens her arms, and I sit beside her. She presses a kiss to my forehead.
"We were worried about you. But Quinn said that you were doing okay."
"Quinn looked after me. I don't think I would have managed without her."
"She's sweet. And she would hate for something bad to happen to you."
"How's Britt? Any news?"
"I'll take it Quinn told you about the video?"
"Yeah. Was it bad?"
"Nothing that won't heal. And I think we're close. I've been able to track the phone to an area, just north of here. It won't take long to narrow it down."
"That's good. I miss her."
"I know."
"We argued, the night she left. And I was such a bitch, so she took off her ring. And she said that she didn't want to marry me."
"Oh, honey, of course she still does. I've known Britt for a long time, and she's never looked at anyone the same way she looks at you."
"That's love, it's obvious."
"So what if you had an argument? Did you mean what you said?"
"Not anymore."
"And she won't either. It's okay."

She strokes my hair, while we watch the tv. Sam shouts out the answer to one of the questions. He gets it horribly wrong.

"It's okay babe. I'm sure you've got lots of other talents." Mercedes tells him, barely concealing her laughter. Sam just nudges her back, but he's chuckling as well.

They have the perfect relationship.

"You guys are kind of like my parents. Not like like my actual parents, but you're all caring and shit." I tell them
"That's sweet." Mercedes nods.
"You're going to be good parents. If you ever want to have kids, that is."
"It's a bit late for that" Sam says, under his breath. Something clicks into place. And I'm not sure if it's just my overactive imagination, or sleep deprivation doing the talking.

"Wait. Are you- Cedes? Are you pregnant?" I sit up.
She glares at Sam, before turning to me.
"Uhm, you could say that?"
"Holy shit. Congratulations!"
"Shhh. We've not told anyone yet. We weren't going to, were we, Sam?"
"Sorry. But it's only Santana. She's basically family."
"So, how far along?"
"About four, nearly five months."
"What? How the fuck has nobody realised?"
"I don't wear tight clothes. The only other person on my floor is Sam, so he's the only one who's heard my morning sickness. But I've moved past that."

I hug her, and then Sam. It's weird. They're going to be, like, actual parents. To an actual child.

Sitting with them as the screen flickers, I can feel my eyelids getting heavy. I've barely slept the past few days and nights, but I finally feel tired.

I lean further into Mercedes, and let my eyes drift shut. Her and Sam are talking quietly over my head, but it's muffled. And I'm too tired to care.

I wake up alone.
A blanket has been sat over me, and someone (I'm guessing Mercedes) has positioned a pillow beneath my head. It's dark in the room, but there's voices from the hall outside.

I sit up, listening in. I can see the shadows of three, maybe four people. Quinn is there, so is Mercedes. And that's Sam, and Tina?

"Do we tell Santana?" I stand up at the mention of my name, and tiptoe over to the doorway. They can't see me, but I can hear every word.
"Duh. That's her girlfriend." Quinn says.
"But it might worry her, how bad she is."
"We can't keep it a secret. She's been going out of her mind. She needs Britt."
"We don't really have a choice, do we?"

What the fuck? Do they have Britt there?

I storm through. The group I pictured are standing there, the yellow light from the hall illuminating their faces.