the girl with the guitar [glee/sam evans]

chapter 15: Sexy

A/N: Italics are for a flashback

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"I really don't think that that's a good idea." Violet and Mike were walking with each other between classes and discussing her and Santana's arrangement. Mike was against them keeping up with it.

"It's fine! Look, Santana even told me that they only started dating because of Quinn and they're not even official. So no harm, no foul. Plus, I'm not the only person that Santana hooks up with." Or at least that's what Violet's been telling herself, so she could feel less guilty about what she's doing.

Mike sighed, "Yeah, but Britt's not his best friend. You're his best friend. I really think that you should at least tell Sam."

Violet hated thinking about this. She felt like a hypocrite. She felt like she was going against her own moral code. "Mike... whenever we're together, she makes me feel like I'm in a fairytale–"

Mike interjected, "But you're in pain every single other time. I see how much this arrangement has taken a toll on you, and now since Sam's involvement? It's just gotten even worse. You can't keep doing this to yourself."

"Okay, I'll consider it."

Their conversation was cut short when they encountered Tina in the halls, "Oh my God, Brittany's pregnant!" Santana was also walking with Tina, and the four of them started to head to the choir room for Glee.

Violet widened her eyes, "Is Artie the dad? How far along is she?"

"I think Artie's the dad. She said to not tell Artie, so I'd think so, but I don't know how far along she's at. She only told me that she had a bun in the oven."

The 4 entered the choir room, and they just continued to talk about it. More and more people joined in on the conversation, but as soon as Artie wheeled, in the room was dead silent.

"Alright, folks. Regionals is in a week. It's time to get deep into our setlist." Mr. Schue came in, excited for the day until he saw Artie's face. "Artie? You okay?"

"My life is over. How am I supposed to support a baby?" He then turned to Brittany, "How could you not tell me about this?"

"Wait, Brittany, are you pregnant?"

With a somber look, she replied, "Definitely. I'm so sorry, Artie. I didn't want to upset you. I thought I could surprise you when I dropped him off. I'm pretty sure it's a boy."

Violet was concerned, "Brittany, what do you mean by 'drop-off'."

Puck added, "Yeah... babies don't get dropped off."

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

Brittany furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't need to go to a doctor. I just need to look outside my window. Three days ago, a stork built its nest on top of my garage. I'm not stupid. It's obviously getting ready to bring me my baby. I know where babies come from."