Chapter One

She paced up and down the smelly girl's bathroom of William McKinley High School; waiting for the timer to go off and decide the fate of her life. The four dreaded, white plastic sticks sat on the edge of the sinks, processing the answer to whether she was pregnant or not. Five more minutes and the rest of her life would be decided for her. The first five minutes had been excruciating, the next five would be torturous, she knew. As she paced the tile, she remembered how it had all happened.

Matt had thrown the congratulatory party for Glee winning Regionals and somehow, even though the guest list had been exclusively only twelve people, it ended up being the whole school. Kegs were brought, and one thing led to another before she knew she was dancing with the man who would change her life forever. The dancing led to drinking and the drinking led to kissing and then the kissing led to being led up the stairs to Matt's guest room and that is where she lost her last claim to innocence.

He never acknowledged her in the hallways at school for the next three months and she sulked near the back of Glee and avoided him in the hallways to make sure she did not talk to him. When she started puking every day, she had just thought it was just the flu, but when it carried on for a month, she was getting concerned. Her skirts were becoming tighter and tighter to the point where she had to wear jeans for the first time in five years.

The timer brought her out of her trance and she stared at the small, obscene pieces of plastic that held her future. Walking slowly over from her spot, she picked up the first one and there was an azure strip, which meant she was pregnant. Closing her eyes, Rachel flung it at the garbage and missed by at least a yard. She moved onto the second and it read 'Pregnant'. The next two were positive and they were all thrown in the direction of the garbage and missed their mark by a wide distance and all landed in different spots.

Her brief anger bit over, she slid down onto the floor against the tiled walls and began to softly weep into her hands. She must have been there for twenty minutes when the bell for the end of lunch and she heard the bustle of students out in the hallway, but she still did not get up. Her crying continued until the tears fully came to a stop. She just sat there for the next period, missing Spanish all together. By the time the bell came signaling the end of the school day, she had stood up from the germ infested floors, grabbed her bag, and headed towards Glee club practice.

Rachel arrived at the choir room and made her way up to a seat in the back right corner, trying to stay out anyone's line of view and hostility. The eleven other Glee members filed in and claimed their usual seats while she sat in the shadows. Conversations were started about the day and about Nationals in a few months. After a few more minutes, Mr. Schuester entered the room with his normal, happy smile.

"Okay, everyone, I have a new number that is a possibility for Nationals. It is a newer song and I heard it is pretty good from the people attempting to sing it in the hallway," He laughed at his own joke and the rest of the Glee club laughed at his corniness. Coughing, he got back on subject. "The song is a duet and it is called Airplanes by B.o.B. and is sung along with Hayley Williams. For this song I want Matt as the male lead and Tina as the female lead." He said as he passed out the sheet music.

Everyone glanced back at Rachel, but she just stared down at the sheet music, looking at the shared parts that she would have. The whole room fell silent as they all, including Mr. Schue, looked at her stunned that she did not complain or storm out.

"Okay, then, Tina and Matt," He gestured them up to the piano as Brad started to play and the rest of the singers stood up, to surprised to even begin singing the song. After the song was sung and some of the chorography learned everyone was packed up and ready to leave the room when Mr. Schuester said, "Rachel, can I talk to you for a second?"

Not responding to her director, Rachel walked right past everyone in the room and out of the choir room. She heard him calling for him as she left, but she did not respond to the summoning. The whole choir room stood in shock at what the newly pregnant diva had just done.

Rachel walked down the hallway, away from the choir room and her horrible day. She needed to leave this building as fast as possible. Her life had been forever changed at this school and it would never be the same again. The pregnancy scared her so much and Rachel Berry was never scared, she was never intimidated, and she never backed down. But the thought of this baby growing in her for the next however many months frightened her immensely. She did not know what to do; she was completely and utterly alone.

As she was making her way out to the parking lot, she ran straight into what seemed someone who was intentionally standing there. Looking up from the black top, she stared straight into honey colored eyes that belonged to Quinn Fabray.

Shocked, she muttered a soft apology and walked around her. Quinn had not been interacting with anyone ever since the day she had lost her's and Puck's daughter. The girl had fallen into either a depression or a deep funk that was preventing her from interacting with anyone. Before Rachel could walk far away from Quinn, she felt a soft hand close around her arm.

"Rachel, we need to talk," She heard Quinn whisper.

"I can't, I have to arrive at dance practice in approximately seventeen minutes," Rachel murmured in return, but Quinn tightened her grip on Rachel's arm. "Quinn, in all seriousness, I do have to be at dance momentarily."

"I know, Rach, I know what is going on with you," Quinn said lowly, keeping her eyes out for any passer-bys.

Rachel paused in her attempt to escape from the girl, turned around, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, now will you kindly please release me?"

Quinn, being the stubborn person that she is, did not let go of Rachel. "I know that you're pregnant Rachel." She whispered with more force in her voice.

At this last sentence, Rachel finally gave into Quinn and the tears started to leak down her face. "I don't know…what to do," She hiccupped in the middle of the sentence due to the tears.

Quinn's obstinate look fell off of her angelic face and she drew Rachel into a tight hug. "How did you find out," Rachel whispered in Quinn's ear before she pulled away.

"Let's go talk somewhere else where prying ears might not ear us." Quinn said softly and tugged her towards Rachel's car.

"Quinn, I realize that we need to converse, but can we possibly wait to have this conversation at a later time?" She asked, pulling her keys to her Jetta out of her pocket.

"Rachel, you can skip dance class one day, now give me the keys," Quinn ordered, holding her hand out for the key to the girl who was holding onto them for dear life. Finally, she released them into Quinn's hand and she walked over the driver side door and before getting in, said, "What are you waiting for? Get in, already!"

Sighing, Rachel obeyed the order and got in her car and they were suddenly off to their unknown destination. Roughly ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of the town park. "Let's go," Quinn whispered and they both got out of the car and started walking towards the abandoned playground set.

After sitting down on two of the swings, Quinn looked at Rachel. "Okay, so, talk."

She looked at the girl confused, but finally started spilling out everything about the party and about her discovery of the baby inside of her. Not once did she mention who the father of the baby was.

After Rachel was done, Quinn asked the most important question of them all, "Who is the father?"

Rachel looked down at her yellow baby doll top and started to fiddle with the fringe at the end of the shirt. "Um, I'd rather not talk about that important piece of the story."

"Don't you know who it is," Quinn asked, raising a perfectly maintained eyebrow.

"I do know," She responded, still playing with the bottom of her shirt.

"Then, who is it," She questioned once again.

Pausing, Rachel knew that this needed to be told but she did not know what Quinn's reaction to the news would be. "If I tell you who the father of the baby is, will you tell me how you discovered about my current predicament?"

"I figured out that you were pregnant by the amount of times you have been going to the bathroom and puking, I assume. Also, you have been acting more like a dive than normal, which is one of the dead give aways." Quinn obeyed the condition, "Now, who is the father?"

Rachel looked at the eagerness of the girl next to her and let slip the one name that both of them had in common, "Noah Puckerman." The gasp that she had expected to come never came. Surprised, Rachel looked over at Quinn and saw her eyes watering up, no words escaped from her mouth. "Quinn? Are you okay?"

She nodded her head and said, "That man has got to have the most effective sperm ever." Suddenly both of the girls laughed out loud and just kept giggling, holding onto the swings they were on in order to not fall off.

After calming down, Rachel asked the girl next to her, "What do I do now, Quinn?"

Sighing, Quinn answered her directly, "First, you need to tell your dads, do not let Puck do it through song. Second, you need to tell Puck because he will make a great dad, no matter the age. Third, you need to decide what is going to happen with this baby and stick with it. And fourth, get an OB-GYN to make sure that the baby is healthy."

Rachel sighed and hung her head. "I already know I am keeping him or her. I don't believe in abortion and a child should grow up with both of their parents, not just their dads, they need both a mom and a dad."

"Okay, so you're keeping it. That's a start; I can set you up with my old OB-GYN at the hospital, Dr. Wu. He's a good guy and will take care of you well. Now, what are you going to do about your dads and Puck?" Quinn asked Rachel.

"I don't know," She whispered and hung her head as tears started leaking down her face.

Sighing, Quinn nodded. "You should talk to someone about it; try to figure out what to do, besides myself of course. Maybe you should talk to Mr. Schue or Miss. Pillsbury, try and see what they would do."

Nodding, Rachel wrung her hands out nervously. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at the girl opposite of her.

"It will be okay, Rachel. It may seem like you are alone right now, but know that I am here for you," Quinn whispered.

"Why are you being nice to me now? You were never nice to me before," Rachel murmured.

"Being pregnant and then losing a child who had been growing inside you for seven months can change a person," She said, giving Rachel a soft smile.

Slowly, Rachel smiled back at Quinn and then hugged her tightly. Pulling back from her, Rachel asked, "Now what?"

Quinn replied, "Now comes the second hardest part of your pregnancy; telling him."

Sighing, Rachel nodded and looked back at the girl who had given her hope.

Well, there you go! Quinn did miscarriage in this story and New Directions did win Regionals. So, some things have been changed. Well, hope you like it!

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