Anchored for lifereblog if you’re Greek
and PROUD
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Mr. Schue: Artie, you okay?
Artie: My life is over. How am I supposed to support a baby? How could you not tell me about this?
Mr. Schue: —Wait, Brittany… are you pregnant?
Brittany: Definitely. I am 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.
Puck: Umm… babies don’t get dropped off.
Mr. Schue: —Wait, Brittany, have you been to a doctor yet? It’s the only way to be sure.
Brittany: I don’t need to go to the 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.