Glee X Maleoc

Part 71 4x22

Chris's Pov.

Well, Rachel is in  the last few people to get the part, and she's gonna get it, I just know it. She's well a self centered bitch alot of times but we all can't deny that she's amazing at what she does.

Santana is well still acting diffrent than normaly? I told her to go  to  the doctor but she says she's fine, if she's not in a couple of days I'm dragging her ass towards the doctor.

Sitting on the couch with Santana she soon flies up and towards the bathroom.  Quickly getting up I run after her and hold her hair back as she starts trowing up.

"It's oke, I'm here." I soflty say as I hold her hair back with one hand while the other rubs her back.  Once she stops trowing up I pull her against me while grabbing a towel with my free hand. 

Wiping her mouth clean I release a deep  breathe. "San we need to go to the doctor, you've been throwing up for two weeks now, on top of the fact that your tired. And you don't even want sushi anymore." I say but when the word sushi leaves my lips she shoots forward again and starts trowing up again.

"Don't say that word." Santana groans out as she wipes her mouth and leans back in my arms. Like what if something for real is wrong with her?

"We need to go to the doctor" I soflty say but she shakes her head as tears leave her eyes. "Please Santana what if something is really wrong?" I say as I rub her back.

"No please we can't." Santana sobs out as she holds me for dear life. What? Why can't we go, it can't be that bad. 

"San  something is wrong, we need to go." I say, and she just shakes her head in my head while more tears leave her eyes.

"P-please, we can't. W-what if it becomes real." Santana sobs out, and a frown makes its way on my face. "If what becomes real?" I ask her, and she gets out of my arms and opens one of the cabinets.

Standing up, I see Santana grab something, and when she turns around, my eyes almost bulge out of my head.

Looking at the thing she's holding, it's like all time has stopped. Licking my dry lips, I look between her and the thing. "Please say something ." Santana says as more tears roll down her cheeks.

"Y-your pregnant?" I say with wide eyes, and she hesitantly nods her head.  "I-I'm late, but we can't be for sure until I go to the doctor." Santana whispers as she hangs her head down.

She's pregnant! With my baby, I'm gonna be a dad!? She's pregnant with my baby. We are going to be parents?!

"I'm sorry." Santana sobs out, but I quickly lay my hands in her cheeks as I take a step forward.

"Don't say sorry, we will make an appointment with the doctor to see if you're really pregnant." I say as I rub my thumbs over her cheeks.

"A-and what if I am?" Santana whispers, and I place a kiss against her forehead. "If you are, then we will talk about it, but first, let's make sure before we make any decisions." I say before wrapping my arms around her. 

"Can you call for an appointment?" Santana mumbles in my chest, and I pull her closer against me. "I'll call. Do you need anything ?" I ask her as I lift her up bridal style.

"C-can, we lay on the couch while you hold me." Santana whispers, and I give her a nod as I walk us back towards the couch.

Sitting down with her in my arms, I draw random patterns on her back. There's a chance she's pregnant? What if she is? I would love to raise our baby together, but it's her body, and I can't force her. If she would want a abortion i-ill accept that. But we don't know anything for sure until we have gone to the doctor.