"Fuck off," Santana groaned into the pillow, hugging it to her face.

Kurt grabbed the pillow out from her embrace and hit her over the head making her scream in outrage.

Kurt rolled his eyes and Santana roused herself into a sitting position, grabbing her own head as she did so. She blinked her eyes open then downed the water and multivitamin.

"Aren't we going to be late to school or something, or is this hangover just making everything brighter?"

Kurt held out the orange juice he had set out for her as well, but she wouldn't take it.

"I hate orange juice."

"I already called us both out as sick and also phoned the OB who said that she'd take you this morning. Thankfully you stayed quiet enough for my parents and Finn to leave without anyone being the wiser. "

Santana ran to the bathroom and her body contorted in dry heaves.

"I'm not going to a fucking doctor!" she croaked, followed by more strained heaves.

"You're getting an ultrasound."

Santana tottered out of the bathroom,, holding herself up on the door frame so she could glare at Kurt. "I'll do whatever the fuck I wa-"

"This isn't a discussion!" Kurt said sternly, voice booming and taking charge. Santana immediately snapped her jaw shut despite her scowl. "You drank while the baby is in the first trimester and I want to make sure it's okay. You may not give a flying fuck about the baby, but even if it isn't mine, it has every right to be born healthy even if it is to an ass of a mother."

Santana looked away from him, blushing in both embarrassment and fury. "You really think I don't care at all about this baby? I'm allowing it residence in my womb for the next 9 months so I think that's a good commitment to its life."

Kurt threw some clothes at her. "Then start acting like it. You've chosen to keep the child, now it's our responsibility to give it the best chances we can offer it."

Santana was quiet after that and stayed quiet even through her light breakfast. Only when they had arrived at the OB an hour and a half later did either utter a word.

"Hello Miss Lopez, Mr Hummel, have a seat." The young nurse sat down herself on a low chair and grabbed a blue bottle while Kurt helped Santana up onto the table. "Mr Hummel has informed me of the situation between you two and of what occurred this week for you, Miss. I'm just going to take an ultrasound and see if there's anything I'll be able to pick up on. Just a warning, it's cold."

She spread the gel on and began moving around Santana's flat stomach. Kurt noticed her hand twitching on the table and he wondered if it would be right to take it in his own. He decided against it and only moved closer to her side.

"It's hard to really tell much since the real first exam usually takes place sometime after 10 weeks and from what I can see you're at around 8, correct?"

Santana nodded.

"All I can tell you at this point is that the fetus seems stable and there are no outstanding or minor abnormalities. All in all the fetus looks perfectly healthy and I hope and have faith that it will stay this way throughout its gestation. Thankfully, it seems to not have been effected by the alcohol consumption."

Santana nodded again, her eyes on the ground.

The OB placed her hand lightly on Santana's and the Latina looked up.

"It's going to be hard. You're life is going to become very different no matter what you decide to do with the child once it's born." She looked into Santana's deep brown eyes, searching to find something that would connect to her more personally. The woman, through obviously younger, seemed to have a motherly disposition. "Think of it this way, everything you're eating, the baby eats, everything you're drinking, the baby is drinking."

Santana looked ashamed and held her middle, sitting up.

"We make mistakes, sweetie. You were lucky this time. But you're going to have to be more careful. This baby is totally, and entirely dependent on you. You are the most important thing in its life right now and it's up to you on how you're going to treat this developing child."

"I understand," Santana whispered. When she looked up there was a fire in her eyes. "I promise."

The OB smiled and patted Santana's knee. "Okay, I guess we're done here for now. I'll see you in a few weeks and here, take these extra multivitamins just to be safe."

Santana held the bottle tight in her grip. "I'm going to give this baby the best chance it can get. I promise."

Kurt made her look at him. "And I'm going to help you through this. All of it. I promise."

Santana smiled and caught Kurt's lips in a quick, private kiss in front of the nurse.

His eyes flared open even though hers were closed, and he felt a weight drop in his stomach when he felt little to nothing while Santana seemed to be glowing with love or something similar.

Kurt awkwardly wrapped his arm around Santana and walked back out the parking lot. She rested her head on his side and exhaled while Kurt resisted the urge to jump away from the sudden influx of affection.

"So are we telling the glee club now or later?"

Kurt swallowed hard.