A/N: Sorry for any mistakes! Here's some interactions in this chapter though...👀
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Destiny chuckled as she spotted a tired looking Grace padding into the kitchen Monday morning with a big pout on her lips and glistening green eyes sparkling towards her mother on the verge of crying once again that morning. She noticed the tight grip on her daughter's new jeans, unbuttoned and held up her hips. Destiny sighed, setting down her coffee mug and rounding the island towards her daughter.
"I can't sleep. My back hurts. I threw up so much I think my liver is in the toilet. My bladder is the size of a pea. And I really want coffee." Grace sniffled, as Destiny chuckled and nodded her head in understanding. "And these pants make no f-ing sense. They won't go over my 'nets and my boobs are falling out of my bra. I want to go back to bed."
"Good Morning to you too. Momma will help you, Bean." Ella shook her head in amusement, watching her wife help their daughter figure out the jeans around her fishnets that she refused not to wear, holding onto whatever normal she could as long as possible. "You can't have coffee. You're too small and you need to gain weight. Not happening."
"I am gaining weight." Grace grumbled, pulling her shirt up for her mother so she could pull her fishnets further up. She motioned to the more than obvious baby bump against her small form. "I thought it was the size of a lime?"
"Yup. 12 weeks is about the size of a lime." Destiny said, nodding her head. She felt around Grace's stomach, sending her wife a quick look before nodding her head. "Mhm. Doctor Momma says you're good. Everything feels fine. You still need to gain weight for your little lime."
"This is the biggest freaking lime ever." Grace huffed, dragging her feet towards the kitchen table. She stopped, turning around and pouting when she spotted the breakfast in her spot. "What? Nooo."
"Yesss." Ella nodded, smirking at her daughter's protests. "Gracie, you need to eat for two. You can't do just watermelon in the mornings anymore. You need to eat real food. And don't you get your butt up until it's all gone. You can be late for school if needed."
As Grace grumbled her way towards the kitchen table to eat, Destiny slid back over to lean against the counter with her wife. She picked up her coffee mug and took a small sip, peering at her wife over the rim.
"Do you wanna talk about the elephant in the room?" Destiny asked, arching a brow towards her wife with a soft chuckle, eyes glancing towards their daughter as the teen glared at the food in front of her. "Eat it!"
"I hate blueberries!"
"Well, I hate being a medical student." Ella sighed, quietly, rubbing her temples. She looked at Destiny and sighed. "When did Phoebe say she could get her in?"
"She's backed up a bit, but she said she could get her in the 31st and I can use my employee card with our insurance." Destiny replied, pressing her lips together into an awkward smile, nodding towards Grace again. "Ella, babe..."
"I know. Oh, I know." The Cuban woman mumbled, shaking her head and turning back towards her oatmeal on the counter. "Don't even say it. I got till the 31st before I'm a 28 year old grandmother in training."
"I hate waffles!" Grace suddenly called from the other room, stabbing at the waffles on her plate with a small sniffle. "I hate lemonade! I hate butter. Butter just...smells weird now."
"You hate a lot of things, but you should have thought about that before giving into temptations!" Ella called back, chuckling when Grace shot her a look.
"You did too!"
"When life gives you limes!" Destiny called back, laughing when the teeanger whimpered down into her plate.
"This is the worst limeade ever. I want an emotional reimbursement on top of my refund."
"Welcome to parenthood." Ella winked, sending her daughter a wide toothy smile. She laughed not a second later as Grace's eyes widened and she dove for Destiny's chocolate muffin on her plate. "Oh, no. Momma, you're loosing your food to the elf."
"I am not an elf!"
"Hey, you thief! Get your little hands off my food!"
"The butter smells weird!"
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Grace was beginning to absolutely hate being pregnant.
She was only what Quinn and her estimated to be around twelve weeks pregnant and she was experiencing almost every symptom her mothers had warned her about. It absolutely sucked trying to deal with it all in the meantime while they waited for the arrival of her first ultrasound and OBGYN appointment with her mother's friend in fetal care to make sure everything was as normal as her fourteen year old pregnant self could be.
Was there anything normal about this?
If not getting enough sleep and constantly feeling drained wasn't enough, Grace's heartburn, morning sickness, back pain, and swollen ankles around Glee club and being a student were more difficult than she could even begin to describe now.
Juno wasn't lying about the heartburn in her kneecaps. Mine's in my toes.
"Five, six, seven, eight..."
Grace whined quietly, lazily doing the moves besides Mercedes as Mr. Schuester counted the group off. The glee club was taking turns practicing for Sectionals with a number Grace wasn't even sure they would end up keeping it sucked so bad. She turned her head and looked to Rachel on her other side, who chuckled at her friend's dismay for the situation, reaching out and quickly poking her pout before Grace could smack her away.
"Step, turn, out. And it's ball-change. Step, ball, change." Mr. Schuester directed. "Step, you, you, you, you. Ba, ba, ba...turn..." The man sighed heavily, looking around at the group in frustration. "Come on, guys! You're sleep-walking on me here."
"I want to be sleep." Grace sighed, stuffing her hands in Finn's letterman that he had been practically forced to let her borrow by his girlfriend, Quinn freaking Fabray, who was most likely feeling a little worried about her growing baby bump catching the student body's eyes.
"Give me some energy! We've got Sectionals in two-"
Mercedes rolled her eyes, cutting off the man's lecture. "Please. Sectionals is gonna be a breeze." She insisted, chuckling at the thought.
"Maybe so." Mr. Schuester agreed, sighing. "But if we coast through Sectionals, we're gonna get killed at Regionals. We have got to be on our game."
Quinn glanced towards her boyfriend and frowned when she noticed his half asleep look staring deeply into Grace's stomach, who was standing with her eyes closed fighting off another wave of her aggressive morning sickness.
She had to give it to the girl, Grace was toughing it out. She couldn't imagine being in her position. Seeing all she's going through was more than enough to make her feel not only guilty for knocking the tiny cuban girl up, but grateful at the same time that Grace wasn't completely ignoring her anymore.
Maybe that's a little selfish.
Though it wasn't as close as Quinn would have liked, Grace and Quinn had never been closer, obviously since they were preparing for a baby and Grace still held grudges against the blonde, but it was progress.
You guys were pretty close in the woods.
...don't think about that right now.
The brunette hadn't decided fully what to do with the baby just yet, but Quinn had a good idea based off Grace's reactions to certain things that she was leaning away from abortion – thank God – and that window was quickly closing. It wasn't that she didn't want Grace to have a choice, she just hated the idea of potentially killing a child. Especially her child.
Woah. Her child. Her baby.
Grace is having my baby.
Quinn's eyes found their way down to Grace's stomach, lips twitching upward at the thought of her child being there. Call her crazy, but she was low key enjoying the idea of being a parent with Grace. It was like a hopeless dream she was still attempting to wrap her head around, you know, if the brunette would open back up to her. Who wouldn't feel a certain way knowing the girl that's all adorable 'angery' nose twitches and head tilts was having their baby?
Most of the school apparently.
Regardless, Quinn sure felt like she was falling deeply into everything Gracelynn Jones the more she tried to spend time with her with Finn.
And now that she's past the ten week mark, Grace was visibly glowing.
At first, Quinn didn't really notice any changes, figuring the glow stage was something made up in all her late nights of trying to research baby things and pregnancy situations to be prepared for as the baby daddy. But then one morning last week, Grace had come into the choir room for their morning practice looking like she just stepped out of America's Next Nightmare Before Christmas Model and her heart had swelled like the Grinches on Christmas.
And from that point, Quinn Fabray was having a hard time fighting off the fact she wasn't that mad that they had accidentally made a baby together.
Tiny Tombstone was actually pretty...cute?
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"Am I in trouble?" Grace asked, confused as to why she had been called into the Couch Sylvester's office of all people that afternoon during her Geometry class.
The blonde woman pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, looking over the teenager in front of her for a moment. She turned and opened a desk drawer, pulled out a file labeled Classified: Pollito and placed it on the desktop, pushing it in front of Grace.
"Are these yours?" Sue Sylvester asked, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.
Grace leaned forward and grabbed the file, frowning at the 'Small Chicken' translated word on the front. She glanced up at the woman and flipped open the top, looking over the large stack of pictures taken of sketches and paintings that she hung up around Jean's room at the nursing home her mother worked at.
"Yeah." She nodded, looking up and frowning. "Is it a crime now to draw things for people? Should I get a lawyer?"
"No." Sue stated, reaching over and snatching the file out of the teeanger's hand, dropping it back inside her desk and closing the drawer. "Jean enjoys your drawings. So this is for you so you can draw her more."
Grace blinked in surprise when the cheerleading coach placed a box on the desk wrapped in bright red and silver wrapping paper. She eyed it suspiciously, hesitantly taking it when it was pushed towards her.
"You won't speak of this to anyone. Keep drawing things for my sister. She enjoys them and it makes her happy." Coach Sylvester said, offering Grace a small smile as she opened the box and looked up in surprise. "Not a word of relation either. Understand, Draculara?"
"Sure. Yeah." Grace nodded her head, pulling out one of the expensive color pencils and rolling it between her fingers with a soft smile. She looked up and narrowed her eyes a bit. "I get the whole wanting pictures for her, but you don't have to bribe me to do them."
"I've been watching you." Sue began, as Grace rolled her eyes.
"Creepy, but okay."
"And I like your attitude." Sue continued regardless of the interruption. "I like your spunk and I like that you make my sister feel human. I know you'll do them for free either way, but...now you can do better ones than your mediocre crayons. This is a thank you."
"Oh. Thanks?" Grace frowned a bit, looking over the woman, still off put by the change in character.
"Now get the hell out of my office before someone thinks I'm recruiting your munchkin self for the Cheerios, Vincent." Coach Sylvester ordered, waving Grace off as the teen rolled her eyes and stood up with the box of pristine art supplies in her hands.
"My name is Grace." She mumbled, making her way towards the door.
"If I carred enough to know, I would have asked, Van Gogh."
And with that Grace walked out of the cheerleading coach's office with a weird buzz in her chest as she looked over the contents of the box, genuinely excited to see what she could work with.
Hey...she's not horrible.
Maybe that means the Cheerios aren't that bad if their ringleader is tolerable?
Grace paused in the middle of the hallway, tilting her head and considering that thought. She snorted, rolling her eyes and continuing down the hallway once again.
"Nah."
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"Competition!"
Grace tilted her head and blinked in confusion as she looked between the pictures Mr. Schuester was tapping up to the board as she chewed softly on the ice from her Tumblr. She had become low key good friends with Coach Sylvester, weirdly enough, to the point that she was able to sneak into the athletic lounge during practice and refill her Tumblr with the good ice without any protest from the Coach as long as none of the Cheerios noticed.
And I just threaten Quinn's life when I can't go to go fill it.
Her dentist, Carl, was going to have a field day when he saw her on Sunday to tighten her brackets up. She was ready to finally speed this process up after two years in braces that would finally free her next year from the metal mouth name. You know, if she actually stopped eating everything she wasn't allowed to.
Grace was pregnant. Carl's Mcsexy Uncle Jesse lookin' ass can give her a break.
"Every one of these people or elements was a champion in their own right, but they used competing with each other to make themselves even better."
Grace rolled her eyes, raising her hand with a tight forced smile. "Does the pool use the pool noodles to fight the lightning?" She asked, as Mr. Schuester shot her obviously fake interest a quick disproving look, a few glee club members snickering.
"I have to agree with Little G. I don't understand how lighting and an above ground swimming pool are in competition." Kurt said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Just go with it." Mr. Schue waved the boy off, continuing his lecture. "You guys have become complacent. You were great at Invitationals, but you gotta up your game if you wanna get through Sectionals."
Quinn rolled her eyes as Finn yawned loudly from his place beside Grace. She couldn't help but be annoyed with how tired and overworked the boy looked, while here Grace was doing her best and having it harder than everyone else.
And what about Quinn?
She was the one that Grace was threatening for ice and watermelon of all things. The brunette refused to involve Finn in things Quinn was apparently supposed to be doing and would walk her way up to her with her usual emotionless face, a smirk, or a few times cute pleading looks on her way to the bathroom, all the request a watermelon and good ice randomly throughout the day.
Watermelons were not in season, so imagine Quinn's struggles.
Finn had no reason in his girlfriend's mind to be more tired than a pregnant Grace, who for some reason was experiencing the worst pregnancy symptom combination she could be blessed with.
And besides, Grace was right the last time they had somewhat discussed her annoyance with the pregnancy. Her baby bump was showing quicker than they expected and the fact her baby mama had actually stopped growing at eleven or something, which seemed to add to her swelling ankles and cranky attitude. Quinn was terrified that they would be struggling to hide this from the school for much longer. They had gotten lucky so far considering Rachel's loud mouth when she approached Finn in the halls the other week had started a few rumors, but nothing they couldn't shut down.
Quinn just needed a little more time to gain some higher control up top over the other sports teams to stop the slushies she knew were coming Grace's way the second Jacob Ben Israel caught wind of the pregnancy scandal for his blog.
"Alright, let's split up. Guys on the left side and girls on the right side." Mr. Schuester said, clapping his hands together and motioning the group apart. "Let's go, come on!"
"This is sexist." Grace grumbled, shuffling her way over to the girl's group besides Rachel and rolling her eyes when Mr. Schuester corrected Kurt back towards the male side of the room. She turned her head and sent Quinn a look, nodding her head to the other side.
Quinn narrowed her eyes, rolling them not a second later when the corner of Grace's lips twitched upward into a small amused smile, before dropping back down and looking away from the blonde.
That little shit just called me out.
"Here's the deal! Two teams, boys versus girls. One week from today, you will each perform a mashup of your choice." He explained, as the groups smiled in excitement.
"What's a mash up?" Puck asked.
"A mash up is when you take two songs and mash 'em together to make an even richer explosion of musical expression." The curly haired man clarified, throwing a baseball towards Puck and chuckling when he caught it with ease. "Boy's will perform on Tuesday. Girls the next day. I want you guys to go all out, okay? Costumes, choreography. Whoever wins the competition gets to choose the number we do for sectionals."
"Wait." Rachel raised her hand quickly, as most of the room rolled their eyes. "Who's gonna be the judge? Your gender makes you biased."
"Most likely Miss Pillsbury." Grace mumbled, pursing her lips and looking as innocent as possible when Mr. Schuester looked towards her before he continuing.
"There is going to be a celebrity judge." Mr. Schuester said, as Tina grinned.
"W-Who?"
"You're gonna have to show up to find out." The man said, as the bell rang loudly above their heads.
"It's Miss Pillsbury." Grace snorted, as Mr. Schuester rolled his eyes and motioned to the door as the bell rang, releasing the group.
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"I don't know. I mean, I happen to think Grace is super adorable in her own tiny tater tot way and if she's gonna skip glee practice then we can just pick her up and carry her." Mercedes said with a light shrug, trying her best to keep a straight face.
"Oh, for sure." Kurt agreed, biting back a laugh. "She's like three feet tall after all!"
"I fucking hate you. All three of you!"
Mercedes giggled, ignoring her niece the best she could in this situation. "My mom calls her the baby because she's small not because she's the youngest." She admitted, as Kurt and Artie tried their best not to laugh. "But she is the youngest in our family too. So...double baby."
"Very small." Artie nodded, covering his mouth with his gloved hand as he tried not to laugh, looking up where Mercedes was holding Grace hostage.
"I'm gonna kill you all!"
"Okay, so...should we just go to practice?" Mercedes offered, holding Grace's thighs tighter when she tried to squirm free from where the older Jones was holding her up off the ground. "Or should I let her skip?"
"I don't know...I think there's a show choir room that states all members have to be above three feet tall to sing with the group." Kurt teased, not able to hold her laughter as Grace let out a loud grunting, swinging her arm back towards his head in an attempt to punch him, whining when Mercedes hugged her tighter. "I say let her skip. She'll come back. She knows who feeds her."
"Just because I'm shorter than you three doesn't mean you can make fun of my height!" Grace yelled with a pissed off look, huffing as she looked up at Mercedes when she tilted her head enough to look up at her niece with a smirk. "You're so mean to me! I could totally poke your eye out at this angle! This is assault! I do not consent! Do not fucking touch me!"
"Awe, you're so not scary. You forget I grew up with you, Gracie Grace. I have years of experience with your moody ass." Mercedes laughed, bending down and setting her nieces feet back on the ground, careful not to hurt her considering her condition. "You're lucky you're knocked up or I would have swung you over my shoulder and left you there like one of Kurt's hand bags."
"You're not that much taller than me!" Grace insisted, glaring up at Mercedes as the girl laughed.
"Gracelynn Jones...I am like four and a half inches taller than you." Mercedes pointed out, arching a brow. "That's almost half a foot."
"That's not true! And-And I'm taller than Artie!" Grace protested, nostrils flaring in annoyance, as Kurt and Artie both rolled her eyes.
"Because I'm in a chair." Artie reminded the girl, doing a quick spin and laughing when Grace rolled her eyes. He rolled back a bit when she glared down at him, throwing up his hands. "Hey, don't come for me. It was Mercedes' idea!"
"Fuck you all. I fucking hate you. All of you." Grace hissed, fixing her clothing.
Kurt gasped dramatically, shaking his head. "Don't curse in front of the baby! It can hear you." He said, as Grace's eyes widened.
"Wait, wait-" Mercedes tried to stop the boy before she freaked Grace out, but the fashionista's mouth was already running.
"Tina and I were looking at baby formations in science and they get little squid numbs and fingernails and teeth. It most likely already has its tiny little weirdly shaped shrimp body." Kurt explained, as Grace's eyes widened.
"It has numbs? Like...Like a penguin?" Grace grumbled, making a few different uncomfortable faces. "It can hear me? Oh, fu...Fudge? Oh fuck! My kids got numbed legs. It's gonna be so freakin' short."
"Or freakishly tall like Finn." Artie pointed out, rolling his eyes. "You really climbed that beanstalk, Jack."
Within a second, Grace shuffled her converse off of her foot and pointed down towards the ground, glaring at Kurt.
"Hand me that." She ordered, smirking when the boy rolled his eyes and bent down towards the floor to grab Grace's converse. She held out her hand and waited for Kurt to place it in her hand. Once he did, she tossed it up and flipped it around, slowly turning on her socked foot towards Artie and smiling innocently.
"Andrew..."
"Yo, wait! What the hell ya'll? Don't let her murder me!" Artie cried out, turning and wheeling down the hall as quickly as he could, while Mercedes rolled her eyes and watched Grace's sneaker fly across the hall and smack him in the shoulder.
"Was that necessary?" Mercedes asked, crossing her arms over her chest and waving a hand towards the abandon shoe. "Now I have to go get it."
"I've gotta practice before this kid comes." Grace snorted, rolling her eyes at the thought, looking around the hall and narrowing her eyes towards Kurt as he backed away from her. "And I have plenty of targets."
With Quinn Fabray's genetics. I need more shoes to throw.
You act like Mom ever threw a shoe at you.
Mom? Nope, but Abuela sure as hell did.
You gonna throw a shoe at this baby?
No, maybe Quinn though.
We need more shoes.
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Yawning, Grace slipped out of her English class and made her way towards her locker, not noticing Rachel dodging students behind her to catch up with the smaller girl. She twisted the dial on her lock a few times, popping it open and instantly shoving the binder into the messy metal rectangle she was practically living inside at this point.
Arriving beside her not a moment later, Rachel leaned against the metal and smiled softly when Grace glanced in her direction.
"Haven't seen you at Glee rehearsals." Rachel pointed out, as the younger girl sighed and dug through her locker.
"I was napping." Grace shrugged.
"For three practices?"
"Yup. All at once. It's a talent."
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Gracelynn." Rachel reminded her friend, as Grace met her eyes warily. "If you are. You don't have to be. No one at Glee is gonna judge you for whatever choice you make."
"I can't have an abortion, Rachel. I respect myself, yes, but I've talked it over with...Finn and he agreed with me that we don't want an abortion. I'll keep it or put it up for adoption. I-I don't know yet." Grace whispered, glancing around at the passing students in the halls.
"Look, I know everyone expects us teens to have our lives figured out, but we're kids too. You're a kid." Rachel said, as Grace frowned. "We're all still kids."
"I need to make a mature decision and...You know what?...I'd really rather not get into it right now. I just want to go sleep in the gym or something." Grace said, holding the binder she had just pulled out to her chest. "I just want to sleep till senior year. You guys can yank this kid out when it's golden brown like a good chicken nugget."
"Look, I care about you and you're my friend, but...eventually more people are going to find out about this. You're going to need friends who can relate. Don't push us away now." Rachel protested, reaching over and squeezing the girl's arm comfortingly, sighing when Grace tensed at her touch.
"I don't want more friends. You're exhausting enough." Grace admitted, as Rachel chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"I don't agree with the choices you're making, but I care about you and I know that you're going to need glee. You can't depend on Finn and Quinn to make this all seem like some dream surrogacy plan for you. You think Quinn's going to even look in your direction in a few months after Finn's baby is born?"
You mean my baby, but okay bitch whatever.
"I don't give two fucks about what Quinn thinks. I don't like her, Rachel." Grace scoffed, trying not to let her discomfort show as she turned and closed her locker door.
"You have seven months of your youth left. Maybe two before you won't be able to fit into your usual clothing. You need to enjoy yourself while you can and I'm sorry, but I believe that glee club will be all you have left...maybe even that of whatever your feeling with Quinn. Do you really expect her to stick around you once you're not involved with Finn directly?" Rachel asked, confidently, sending the girl a sad smile.
Don't you fucking cry again.
"I-I don't care what she does." Grace mumbled, shifting her weight with a small frown, blinking to hide any tears that were threatening to form.
"Do you see how obsessed she is at hiding this from others? She's embarrassed by it. She's embarrassed by you, Grace, and that's just...just...come back to practice. Let us support you. We could really use your voice and...those adorable goofy dance moves right now." Rachel giggled, digging in her pocket and pulling out a watermelon sour patch pouch. "And...I hope your baby still lets you eat these."
Watermelon shit! Fuck yes!
"It does, thank Jesús!" Grace moaned at the sight of the gummy candy, quickly snatching it from her friend despite the aching in her heart she had just caused. "You don't have to pretend to like me. I know you're still upset."
"Honestly? I don't think I'm upset with you. You're taking the heat of this mess and...and I just want to be there for you, Gracelynn. I miss you in glee. You're actually a really good singer and you're very talented when you try." Rachel smiled, watching Grace's face tint pink through her foundation. Her eyes gazed at the girl with a soft sigh. "You...uh, you look great. Pregnancy looks good on you. Though, you could go without the dark eyeliner and covering your freckles."
"And you could go without my fist in your face, but you know." Grace smirked, as Rachel rolled her eyes, watching her friend pop a candy into her mouth. "I do what I fucking want."
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Laying on the floor beside Mercedes' feet with a cup of ice in hand, Grace was trying not to be a blubbering mess with her crazily high emotions in the choir room. She glanced towards her friend and rolled her eyes as Rachel Berry fussed at the group of girls over the boy's performance, shoveling more ice into her mouth.
"I told you guys!"
"We know. You've been berating us for the better part of an hour." Santana said, rolling her eyes and exchanging a look with Quinn beside her. She frowned a bit when she noticed the blonde's eyes continue to glance worriedly towards Grace on the floor.
"So what?" Grace asked, leaning her head back on Quinn's letterman and looking towards Rachel with a shake of her ice filler metal tumbler. "We should celebrate that they were actually good."
"We are their competition, Gracelynn." Rachel reminded her, rolling her eyes in annoyance, as Quinn's jaw locked and her eyes narrowed at the jewish girl. "Look, I was fine with arranging, choreographing, and directing this number free of charge, but we underestimate the boys. Their number will go to Sectionals and once again, I will be humiliated."
"Good. Wasn't gonna pay you anyways." Grace grumbled around the ice in her mouth.
"No one ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full, Ankle Biter?" Santana teased, chuckling when Grace turned her head and glared up at her.
"At least my mouth's only filled with ice." Grace hissed, narrowing her eyes, as Santana's eyes widened for a second, before narrowing back with a harder glare.
Quinn's little bitch did not just say what I think she said.
"The ink run out on the printer when you were birthed out or what?" She snapped back, before Mercedes quickly spoke up to end their arguing.
"How were we supposed to know they'd rock the house?" Mercedes asked, reaching down and tipping Grace's cup up further to fill her mouth with ice so she couldn't back talk Santana Lopez again. "They've never been good."
"How did they d-d-do it?" Tina asked, but before anyone could think of an explanation, Kurt appeared in the doorway and spoke up as he made his dramatically slow entrance.
"The real question is...What were they on?" Kurt's words rang through the girl's ears as they all turned to give him their attention. "Though I've been grouped with the boys, my allegiance still remains with you ladies. They declined my offer to do their hair in cornrows and all my artistic decisions have been derided as too costly because they involve several varieties of exotic bird feathers."
"Poor birds." Grace mumbled, chewing her eyes and ignoring Kurt's soft stern look.
After a moment of confused looks past through the girls, besides Grace on the floor, Kurt sighed and spoke up again.
"We all took something."
As everyone gasped in surprise, Grace suddenly groaned and began using Mercedes' leg to help her up off the floor, swatting Rachel's hand away from her.
"I need to pee. Don't touch me."
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"Everyone gets a dose." Terri Sylvester announced, walking down the line of kids and handing out little cups of cold medicine to each girl, before stopping in front of Grace with a soft smile. "Oh, except for Gracelynn. You get folic acid, mama. It's good for the baby."
My Mom is gonna flip when I tell her about this.
Grace frowned deeply, accepting the cup and looking to Mercedes next to her to double check the decision to take it. She really wasn't sure what to think about the woman considering Ella and Destiny had made it very clear to stay far away from the crazy psycho lady. How could she stay away from a woman that worked in her school now? And was passing out drugs to students?
Mr. Schuester...what kind of adults are you bringing into this school.
April, Terri, who's next?
"It's like a prenatal vitamin." Quinn whispered on her other side, smiling a bit when Grace turned towards her. "That's...That's what she gave you. It's safe."
"Is it sealed in the container and on the shelf where I may purchase it?" Grace asked, lifting the cup and jiggling it to prove her point. "This could be acid for all we know. You want me to feed un-FDA approved drugs to this child? Do you want me to give birth right here right now because she's caused a medical ejection like the child's on some fucking jet or something with a big shiny red button?"
"No." Quinn rolled her eyes, accepting that Grace was only gonna get bitchier as this pregnancy went on. "But I doubt she would purposely poison you."
"Yeah." Grace scoffed, shaking her head. "Because how else will she get her greedy little hands on my child if it dies."
At that, Quinn frowned in confusion.
"What?" She whispered, taking a few glances towards Mrs. Schuester as she spoke to Rachel. "What do you mean get her hands on our child?"
"She wants to adopt it." Grace mumbled, looking down at the supposed folic acid in her cup and shaking her head. "She's only giving this to me because she wants the baby."
"Then you're not taking it." Quinn stated, taking the cup out of Grace's hands. She turned and tossed it in the trash, handing her the empty cup incase the new school nurse looked in their direction. She met Grace's eyes and scoffed. "Because over my dead body is she taking this child."
Grace held Quinn's eyes for a long moment, tilting her head a bit at the worried and...protective -- she wasn't entirely sure at this point how to read Quinn Fabray -- type look she was receiving. She swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly nodded, trying to ignore the thumping in her chest that only seemed to make her heart burn grow.
"Okay." Grace nodded. "Glad we can finally agree on something."
As Quinn sighed in relief, she smiled softly. Her eyes caught the hint of Grace she had been able to interact with once before that hadn't been so untrusting of everyone word that fell idiotically from her mouth every hour of the day. She seemed to relax in the slightest. Even turn up her lips into a small smile that wasn't to tease her or even meant in a sarcastic way. Grace was seemed to be genuinely touched by her words and concern for her.
"Yeah." Quinn nodded, smiling a little wider. Without thinking, she downed the pill in her cup when she noticed the people around her lifting theirs towards their own faces, frowning instantly after she swallowed when Grace scoffed. "What?"
"Nothing, Druggie."
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"...I wasn't afraid, mama; I wasn't taken. I left. If you only knew how his hair is softest when he's on his knees, coaxing spring from inside of me." Miss Dinger read from the powerpoint on the board, ignoring the snickers from the childish students in her class. "Now we all know that it sounds a lot like we are referring to whoopee."
"What's whoopee?" Jacob Ben Israel asked from across the room.
Miss Dinger -- very obviously -- made a face at his question as she turned away from the boy. "One, raise your hand in my class, Jacob and two, whoopee by definition is a 'wild party' which in greek mythology. And in this classroom we will use to refer to sexual acts and sexual intercourse." She explained.
"Whoopee!" Michael Hart cheered obnoxiously from beside Grace, laughing with a few of his fellow football players.
Grace rolled her eyes, sinking further down in her seat when she noticed a few of the football players looking in her direction with mischievous smirks on their faces. She sighed, trying to use her hair to shield her from the kids beside her. She always hated having to sit beside and in between the popular kids that had no issues making her life hell the second she walked through Mckinley's doors.
The second you walked on property, you mean.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
"Whoopee indeed! These are writings the referred to whoopee inside of Letters from Persephone by Natalie Wee and continued with Letters from Hades to Persephone. Both of which are in your reading for this year." Miss Dinger continued her lecture, swiftly adjusting away from the inappropriate behavior. She turned around and made her way towards her desk, already continuing with the lesson.
Grace flinched as a paper ball hit her in the side of the head. She turned in confusion, frowning when she noticed Michael's snickering face a few feet away. She snatched the ball off her desk and unraveled it, looking down at the crinkled graph paper with a small sigh.
How's your dead dad?
"You'd know better than me." Grace muttered under her breath, as she shoved the paper into her binder where a few others were stuffed from classes earlier that year.
Michael Hart and his friend, Gavin Faber, seemed to take great interest in the girl, first by attempting to flirt with her in a more than disrespectful way, then moving over to make fun of her every class after they concluded she had to be a lesbian if she wasn't responded to their cat calls and 'murder' approved flirting.
That and the sentence 'Suck my dick, you racist fucking cunt.' happened to be a huge red flag in the football players' minds. She had inadvertently claimed the total of Lesbo somehow...and a few other colorful names they liked to call her.
How very.
"You ever have Whoopee, Killer?" Gavin whispered, moving his tongue in Grace's direction before laughing quietly with Michael.
"I bet you do it after their dead, huh?" Michael quietly added, smirking when Grace shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "You like fucking the dead bodies because no one would do it with you alive, right? Such a psycho, man." He quietly laughed with Gavin, leaning over and high-fiving the other boy.
Grace sighed, looking down at her desk to doodle yet again around her notebook. She loved mythology, but hated the fact she couldn't make it through a single lesson without feeling like she was slowly sinking back into her middle school hell.
"Do you get off to it? No wonder you look like such a sadistic freak all the time." Michael pressed, leaning across the aisle a bit towards Grace, who closed her eyes and kept her head down, head swarming with thoughts as her eyes prickled with tears. "Don't tell me you're one of those woe is me cutting girls? Come on, Tombstone. Take us back to your grave and show us how you like to get dirty."
Grace flicked her rubber band against her wrist under the desk, turning her head and hiding her face from the boys in her hair. She took slow breaths, trying to remain calm as to not disturb the lesson, knowing she would just end up being sent to the principals office again for starting a fight or argument like the jocks somehow had convinced most of school she was good at doing.
"Alright, we are going to end this semester with a little in class project with different sections. We will start with today's paper and work our way towards the big project. I'm going to call out your partners and the name I call second will move to the name I called first, organized chaos people, everyone understand?" Miss Dinger spoke from the front of the room as she looked down at the paper in her grasp.
Grace looked up and frowned, glancing around the room till her eyes landed on Tina towards the front. She would rather get matched up with her fellow 'quiet goth' kid than anyone else in the entire class, knowing she most likely would be ignored or teased if she was paired with most of the other students.
As the teacher called out names, students moving towards their assigned partners, Grace held her breath for some sort of hope in getting Tina. But, it disappeared quickly when she heard her own name called and noticed the teacher look towards the back of the room.
"Grace Jones and Brittany Pierce..."
Grace sighed. She wasn't opposed to Brittany Pierce, but she hadn't talked to her much besides a few times in glee club. She seemed nice, but she was also Quinn Fabray's third in command and that had to bring something of evil gummy bear quality to the bubbly blonde bouncing towards her with a smile that seemed painfully too bright.
Oh, Jesús, why?
"Hi. I'm Brittany!" Brittany introduced herself as soon as she sat down, grinning towards the tiny girl. "You're my partner for the semester."
Grace nodded. "Yeah, uh, we're...we're in glee together." She mumbled, frowning a bit at the fact the blonde felt the need to introduce herself. "I'm Grace."
Brittany watched the girl for a moment, eyes wandering around Grace's face. "Did you forget a face mask when welding?" She asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"W-What?" Grace asked, sinking a little back from the taller girl.
"Your freckles. They're very cute. Lord Tubbington's drug dealer has freckles too. He's one of those cheetah looking types." The blonde replied, pursing her lips lightly at the mention of the drug dealer, before looking back to Grace. She frowned when she noticed the girl insecurely touching where she knew the freckles were. "They're cute."
Grace blinked in confusion, slowly moving her hands from her face and eyeing Brittany suspiciously. "Thank you?" She mumbled, turning to accept a set of papers handed to her by the pair in front of them, passing one of the sheets to Brittany. "Do you, um, like Persephone and Hades relationship?" The girl attempted to change the conversation back to the questions on the paper.
Brittany nodded. "Yeah. They should break up though." She said, casually beginning to doodle on her paper with the crayons in her pencil pouch.
"I mean..they kinda can't." Grace mumbled, shrugging lightly.
The blonde's face twisted into a ecstatic expression, tilting her head curiously when Grace tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you a fairy?" She asked, reaching over to touch the girl's ears, pulling back when Grace leaned away from her touch. "Your ears aren't as pointy as they should be..."
"My ears are fine, Brittany." Grace grumbled, reaching up to feel her cartilage with a small frown. Before she could stop herself, her eyes casted a worried look as she instinctively shifted away from the blonde. Her eyes glanced towards Michael when she heard him mention his name and snicker, subconsciously sinking in her chair once again.
Brittany's eyes widened softly, brows pulling together in concern. "I didn't mean to upset you. You're just really short and you're really pretty so I figured you had to be a fairy because fairies are small and cute like Tinker Bell." She explained, offering the girl a smile. "You're like...the grumpy tinker bell character, um...Vidia!"
Grace's green eyes went wide at the compliment. Her face turned a deep red and she looked away quickly, gaping like a fish a few times as she turned to her paper. She tried to process what had just happened while trying to avoid letting the blonde's infectious attitude affect her own.
Oh my fucking god, it's like a sunshine virus.
She's making you feeeelllll.
Shut up this is weird. I don't know whether to be offended or not.
Knowing Brittany, both probably.
"Uh, so, the, uh...Ha-Hades and Persephone?" She stuttered, looking down at her sheet and subtly trying to use her hair to hide her face from Brittany's curious blue eyes.
Brittany giggled, watching the girl with a small amused smile. "Hades and Persephone." She repeated, looking down at the sheet's second question for a moment before pushing it back across the desk towards Grace. "I don't get it."
At that, grace turned and tilted her head in confusion, letting their eyes meet again and instantly feeling that infectious fluttering when Brittany grinned an adorable smile in her direction, twirling her ponytail around her fingers.
"But..uh, it's a picture?" Grace frowned.
"I don't get the picture. Explain it to me." Brittany pouted, leaning a bit towards Grace as she turned and looked down at the paper, letting their arms brush as she reached over and pointed to the picture on the other girl's paper. She turned to look at Grace and smirked a bit when the smaller girl didn't budge, froze in her place with wide green eyes as they stared up into her crystal blue orbs. "Your eyes are really pretty, Grace."
Your eyes are really pretty too.
No. No, no, no, no, Gracelynn Rosabelle!
Fuck no.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No!
This is how you got fucking pregnant.
Do you not fucking learn anything?!
Run, bitch, RUN!
"Po-Po-Potty. I..I have...I have to pee." Grace gulped, stumbling away from Brittany and out of her desk quickly, much to the blonde's disappointment. She picked up her bag and stared at the floor wide eyed as she quickly walked out of the room before Mrs. Dinger could say anything, fanning her reddening face.
What in fucks name was that?
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Quinn jogged down the hallway when she noticed Mrs. Schuester walking down the hall from Miss Pillsbury's office, having spotted her on her way to their glee meeting after school.
"Mrs. Schuester, can I talk to you?" Quinn asked, cutting the woman off with one of her sweet innocent smiles, hoping not to throw her off quite yet. She looked around and stepped closer. "It's about Grace's baby."
"Is everything okay?" Terri asked, without missing a beat, turning and walking with Quinn towards her office at the nurses station. "Wait, she's not having it now is she?"
"What?" Quinn scoffed, frowning. "No! She's twelve weeks. Are you supposed to be a nurse?"
"Mhm!"
"Okay, look, I'll cut to it." Quinn said, stopping and letting her hands fall to her hips when the woman turned towards her and arched a brow to test the teenager's power pose. "You're not taking my boyfriend's baby. Grace told me you were looking at adopting it and it's just not going to happen."
"Ah. Look, Quinn, I've been in your position." Terri said, chuckled as she bobbed her head and looked around the hallway. "Funny enough, I was in this exact school my senior year when I was in your position. I'm trying to help the baby. You don't seriously think Grace would stick around for your boyfriend to father this child, do you? You'd be nothing but a step mother any ways and that's not a good look. Trust me. I'd be a better choice."
"No, you aren't." Quinn growled, stepping forward and glaring at Terri when the woman narrowed her eyes. "You stay the hell away from Grace. We are not giving you the baby. Stay the hell away from my kid."
"Funny how I've heard that from everyone, but Grace." Terri sighed, shrugging her shoulders and turning to walk away. She chuckled, looking over her shoulder and sending Quinn a sad smile. "Sucks when the mom doesn't even know what's best for the child. Those Alvarez's were always known for selfish decisions. I'll be here waiting for when she's ready to make the right choice."
Quinn frowned, confused, as she watched Terri walk off down the hallway as if nothing had happened.
"Alvarez?" She mumbled, frowning a bit further. "What kind of drugs is this woman on?"
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Two for two today cause I need something that doesn't make me want to strangle Wattpad and this story is lovely.😂👀
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