Rumor Has It

Chapter 2

(Brittany's POV)

Practice had been going smoothly. I caught Santana up which was surprisingly really easy. She's like a natural. All the dancers had been going at it for about 2 hours now. Taking 5 minute breaks here and there. They are doing very well for their first day.

"Alright guys great job" I exclaimed clapping my hands at the end of the routine. "Make sure to come tomorrow at 12:00, and try to be on time." I smirked glancing over at Santana. Something about her was so...I don't know intriguing? She's just so funny and has such a good vibe. Not to mention beautiful. Like really beautiful.

I walked over to my table and grabbed my towel. I wrapped it around my neck and took a sip of water. Everyone was leaving. Everyone but Santana. She was on the phone. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but it was hard not to since she was only 6 feet away.

"No I don't care that your sorry. This is the 2nd time I've caught you with him. *pause* Y'all were literally in MY bed!" *pause* "Oh really now?" *pause* "Whatever. I don't want to talk about this anymore." And with that last sentence she hung up. She huffed and rolled her eyes.

She looked annoyed. No she looked hurt, exhausted. And not just physically from dancing. Mentally. She glanced over and caught my eyes. I quickly looked down and stared packing my stuff up. I really didn't want her to think I was eavesdropping. So I packed up my stuff and walked to the door. As soon as I was about to open it I heard my name being called.

"Wait Brittany"

I turned around hopping that she wasn't about to scold me for listening in on her phone call.

"Yeah what's up?" I asked timidly. Why was I the one being shy? I'm the choreographer! I should make the dancers feel shy. Quinn says I'm too 'soft' to be intimidating. But something about Santana just makes my cheeks get all hot.

"You forgot your phone" she said handing me my phone. Thank god. I walked over and grabbed it out of her hands, our fingers brushing for a quick moment which sent a wave of heat through my body. She looked up at me and gave me a lopsided grin.

"I'm guessing you heard me talking on the phone." She asked contently, playing with her hands. I looked down at my feet. "I-I mean n-not on purpose" I stammered. She just chuckled. " I just- it was kinda hard not to hear." Now I was the one playing with my hands. She probably thought I was some jackass. "Hey" she said and reached for my hands to stop me from messing with them. "Don't worry" she giggled "I shouldn't have answered the phone in the middle of the studio." I looked down at her. She looked embarrassed. Her eyes were stormy and she seemed lost. That didn't sit well with me for some reason, and before I knew it, I started talking.

"I'm not going to ask if your okay" I started not knowing where this confidence was coming from. "Because when people ask me if I'm okay it makes me feel worse. So I'm just going to say I'm here. If you need someone to talk to." She gave a weak smile. It gave me a warm feeling seeing her smile. "Thanks Britt." I cocked a brow at the nickname and smiled. "Britt?" I giggled. "Yeah. Britt." She smiled a tight lipped grin and walked out of the studio. I just watched her walk out. I immediately felt the tips of my ears heat up and my cheeks turn bright red. I turned around and headed out of the studio myself.

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I unlocked the door to the apartment and walked inside. All the lights were off and Quinn wasn't on the couch watching family guy like she usually is at this time. I walked down the hallway to her room and knocked.

"Quinn?"

No response. I put my ear to the door and heard sniffling. "Q I'm coming in." I exclaimed and opened the door. She was sitting on her bed resting against the headboard. Her hands were rubbing her belly and she was crying. I quickly walked over there and wrapped her in my arms. She sobbed into my shoulder. I didn't know where this was coming from. And I really didn't like it. Her shirt was wet so she had been crying for a while.

"Brittany" she sobbed. I just held her tighter, being carful of her belly of course. "It's okay Q. You don't have to talk right now." I assured and drew circles on her back with my hand. The sobbing continued for about 2 minutes before she finally calmed down.

"Brittany I didn't expect to see him." She sniffled against my chest. I furrowed my brows.
"See who?" I asked. She paused for a moment. I didn't have a clue on who she could be talking about. It scared me to see her so upset. She hasn't cried like this since she found out she was pregnant. "Quinn?" I asked again. Pulling away gently to look at her. She looked down.

"Rowens Father."

I didn't know what to say. Quinn has never really talked about Rowens father. She always said she didn't need him. Or that it's better that he's not in their lives. But I think that she was just scared about everything so she shut him out. But that's besides the point.

I looked down at her and rubbed her back. I didn't want to rush her into talking. She looked down for a moment before speaking up.

"He's one of your dancers, B." She started to cry again. I furrowed my brows. I was so confused. Rowens father is one of my dancers. But who? Mike? Sam? Puck? Puck.

I thought back to when he first walked in. That's why Quinn left! That's why Puck looked like he saw a ghost! Gosh I feel so smart right now!

"It's Pu-"

"Puck" I finished for her. She just shook her head and looked down. I held her close to me as she cried. This was a lot to process. My head was starting to hurt. But I could only imagine how Quinn felt. Her head is probably spinning. Which isn't good because she could get dizzy and that wouldn't be good for the baby or something. I had so many questions. But again I didn't want to rush her. She went to speak but stopped herself, like she didn't know what to say.

"Go at your own speed, Q. We have all day." I reassured her. She sighed and shook her head. I just held her close to me.

"I met him in collage" she started. I braced myself for a long story.