Princess + Santa

Chapter 9

"That damn dingbat..." Marcy rolled her eyes.

Quinn snickered.

Mercedes tapped her hand. "Stop! This is serious. Artie really hurt them. Talk to him."

"I'm not his momma!" Marcy went to a refrigerator and opened it.

"You know he listens to you."

"Obviously not. She says one funky ass word and he breaks his damn neck racing back to her."

"I know you don't like Parker-"

"Ya damn right!"

Mercedes' lips twitched as Quinn outright laughed. "But if Parker loves him and he loves her back-"

"You know damn well he don't love her."

"How do you know?"

"Because Artman loved T-Baby and there's a clear difference."

"Maybe he and T had puppy love? That's always more intense."

"Maybe you and Mikey have puppy love?"

Mercedes narrowed her eyes.

"Girls." Yuria soothed. "It's okay. It isn't our fight."

"Can I fight him?" Marcy's forest eyes widened in hope.

Quinn couldn't handle it and laughed.

Mercedes and Yuria were exasperated.

"Fine!" Marcy bit off bitterly. "But this is going to come back and bite him in the dick. Mark my words."

P.S.

"I hate this." Santana moaned.

"Try being pregnant." Mercedes whispered.

"Ugh! I don't know why I keep hanging around Britt when she's sick. Infected people are ick!"

"Because you love her! Stop it! But that child is going to give you Hepatitis."

"If I ain't already got it." Santana began brushing her teeth.

"Don't tell Marcy. She'll talk about you."

"Patti always talking about me. I think she has a crush."

"You do realize she's mean to everyone over the age of ten?"

Santana laughed raspily. "Are we hanging out tonight?"

"If we can make it. Lately I've been dropping off to sleep at the drop of a hat. Give me two seconds and I'm gone!"

Santana frowned as she spit. "Me too. And I've been feeling achey. I thought it was the flu."

"Do your gums bleed?"

Santana peered into the sink. "Yep."

"Is your hair coming out but it looks better than ever?"

Santana peeked at her reflection. "Yeah. How'd you know that?"

"I think you need to see a doctor."

"You're a doctor. I can come see you."

"I'm not a OBGYN."

"And that is?"

"An obstetrician/gynecologist."

Santana accidentally swallowed a bit of mouthwash as she was swishing it around her mouth. She hurried to spit. "You think I'm pregnant?!"

"I think you should see a doctor." Mercedes repeated.

P.S.

Santana dragged Brittany inside her doctor's office. Luckily her gyno was also an obstetrician so she didn't have to go to the free clinic to avoid researching thus avoiding her parents.