𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Sexy

"Oh, my god, Brittany's pregnant."

Jayden choked on her sip of water, ocean eyes going wide with shock. "B-Brittany's pregnant?" she squeaked.

"It was only a matter of time," Puck mumbled, shaking his head as he passed Jayden and Santana at the younger girl's locker.

"What do you mean Brittany's pregnant?" Jayden asked as she put her things away in her locker.

"As in legs open, knocked up, cummed inside of cause Artie's a slut that probably doesn't use condoms–"

"Don't talk about Artie like that," Jayden pouted. "Maybe...Maybe it's just a misunderstanding? I-I mean, pregnancy scares happen all the time, right?"

"Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?" Santana asked, crossing her arms and raising a brow.

"Well, n-no, but that's just because I've never had sex with a guy."

"And Brittany has," Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes as she walked away.

****

There was no denying the thick tension in the choir room. While they tried to act like everything was normal, it was obvious that everyone heard the rumor about the possible new baby on the way.

"Alright, folks. Regionals is in a week. It's time to get deep into our set-list," Mr. Schue announced as he walked into the choir room. He set his briefcase down on top of the piano, frowning when he saw the look on a certain boy's face. "Artie, you okay?"

"My life is over," Artie said, his eyes wide. "How am I supposed to support a baby? How could you not tell me about this?"

"Wait, Brittany, are you pregnant?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Definitely," Brittany nodded. "I'm so sorry, Artie. I didn't wanna upset you. I thought I could surprise you when I dropped him off. I'm pretty sure it's a boy."

"Dropped off?" Jayden frowned.

"Um, babies don't get dropped off," Puck said.

"Wait, Brittany have you been to a doctor yet?" Mr. Schue asked. "That's the only way to be sure."

"I don't need to go to a doctor. I just need to look outside my window," Brittany smiled innocently.

"What?" Jayden mumbled, brows pulling together in confusion.

"Three days ago, a stork built its nest on top of my garage," Brittany explained. "I'm not stupid, it's obviously getting ready to bring me my baby. I know where babies come from."

"Brittsy...?"

"Guppy, isn't this exciting?" Brittany beamed. "You're gonna be a godmother."

****

"Sexy," Mr. Schue creepily said as he underlined the word on the board and spun around.

Jayden choked out a sob, and she turned to hide her face in Rachel's shoulder as tears streamed down her face.

"I really hope that's not one of the requirements for regionals, because with Hobbit in those tights, we don't stand a chance," Santana mumbled.

"No, this isn't about regionals," Mr. Schue said. "I'm less worried about that and more worried about the fact that it's become clear to me that some of you have been...lacking when it comes to understanding the...the, uh...the intricacies of adult relationships."

"R-Rachel?" Jayden sniffled, looking up at the older girl with tear-filled eyes. "I'm scared. I wanna go home."

"It's okay," Rachel whispered as she wrapped her arms around her sister's shoulders and comfortingly rubbed her back.