Author's Note: I'm not American but I have tried to Americanise this story as much as possible because the characters are American. I may miss some spellings and I'm sorry for that. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I've been enjoying writing it.

The theatre was completely deserted, just two people on the stage. Rachel Berry was an up and coming actress who was just about to make it big after a few years in the background and then supporting roles and Jesse St. James was the hottest Broadway director around and he'd had an excellent career on the stage before that as well before he'd had to stop because of health concerns. He had legions of fans, was definitely very attractive and he knew it. He was the love of Rachel Berry's life and he said he loved her too.

The only problem was that he was married and had two children.

"Wait, let me think about this. I think we've got a block here." Rachel complained, going through the number she was helping him to put together for the leads and trying to think of a way to make it flow better. Jesse watched her with a slight smirk on his face as she twirled and moved into a pose, a satisfied smile on her face at having worked through her block. He got up and headed over to her, wrapping his arms around her back and kissing her neck. Rachel blushed and looked around the stage, hoping that no one was around to see. "Jesse." She said warningly but he merely grinned, continuing to kiss her neck.

"C'mon Rachel, no one's around." He reminded her, walking her off stage and to one of the dressing rooms that was still going empty at the moment.

"What about Sunshine? Do you promise you're going to leave her? For real this time?" It was a fair question and one she'd been asking him since they'd started this fling a couple of years before. He kept telling her that he loved her and wanted to be with her so she didn't understand why he hadn't left his wife yet.

"Rachel, you know I've got to keep Sunshine happy right now for the play. We'd be ruined if I left her, it wouldn't be right for the show if I left her now." His wife was the show's lead actress. The two had been together forever, since high school where they'd met when she'd come to America from the Philippines as an exchange student. They'd made it big together and they were the darlings of the stage together. "And Barbara had a nightmare the other night that I was going to leave them so the timing would be really bad." He told her, making excuses again, and she huffed, pushing him away.

"I don't think it's too much to ask you to choose either me or her." She complained and felt justified to be telling him this. If he didn't choose her then she felt like she could move on but he continued to tell her that he loved her and that she was the only woman for him, not his wife, and she couldn't help but fall for it over and over again. She really did love him and wanted him to choose her.

"I love you, Rachel." He told her seriously, stepping closer to her again and kissing her. "We're alike, you and I, you're perfect for me." He added and the words turned her to mush, just like they always did. "And if I don't kiss you right now I think that I could very well die. Die, Rachel." He told her, looking completely serious, so she surged towards him and captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

"But you will leave her, right? Eventually?" She mumbled into his lips and he chuckled.

"Of course." He assured her. "You're Rachel Berry, why wouldn't I leave my wife for you if I could?" He asked, even though her name didn't mean anything right now. Those were definitely the right words, she pulled him down on top of her on the couch in the dressing room, tearing at his clothing.

A few weeks later Rachel was in the middle of a number for the show in rehearsals. Sunshine was front and centre and Rachel was in the background. The sight turned Rachel's stomach, especially when Jesse moved up behind his wife to help her with a dance position that Rachel had come up with for the show and could do effortlessly but Sunshine was having trouble with. Suddenly she felt the need to actually throw up and stopped what she was doing to run off the stage and to the toilet off stage to empty to contents of her stomach.

That was new, actually physically being sick when she saw Sunshine and Jesse together instead of just feeling sick about it.

"Rach, are you okay?" Santana, Rachel's best friend asked, walking into the toilet. Santana and Rachel were pretty much polar opposites but their friendship surprisingly worked. Rachel was one of the few people Santana was caring with, although that definitely hadn't been the case in the beginning, and she calmed Rachel down a bit. She was also the one most people would see as having an affair with a married man over Rachel even though the reverse was true.

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling well, I guess." She told her and Santana nodded, moving next to her to check her makeup in the mirror.

"I'd feel like puking too if I had to see the man I'm doing the horizontal mambo with grinding up on his wife." She said dryly and Rachel squealed, clasping her hand over her friend's mouth.

"Oh my God, be quiet. Don't talk about that here." She hissed, making the Latina roll her eyes. No one was around so she didn't see the problem. "And he wasn't grinding up on her, as you so colourfully put it, he was showing her how to do the move." She added, crossing her arms over her chest. Santana snickered.

"Rach, we have a choreographer for that. The director really doesn't need to do that." She pointed out and Rachel frowned. She knew that, of course, but Jesse wasn't just any director.

"Not all that many directors have the experience and training Jesse does." She argued, making Santana roll her eyes again. "Come on, we need to get back out there." She told her, grasping her friend's wrist and tugging her.

"Sunny has her bitch face on, just warning you." Santana warned her and Rachel nodded, steeling herself against what she knew she'd be walking into. She really couldn't blame the other woman for being upset that one of the other cast members had run off stage like that, if she was the lead she'd be the same way.

"Berry, everything okay?" Jesse asked, giving her a look and trying to remain professional. She beamed brightly at him and nodded.

"I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me." She told him and he nodded.

"I hope that's the case. I don't want to have to replace you because you're pregnant or something." Sunshine said with a sniff and Rachel chuckled.

"Pregnant, no that's not the case." She assured the other woman but Sunshine rolled her eyes, really not caring.

The only thing was that now that the idea was in her head she couldn't seem to shake it. She mentally checked her inner calendar and realised that she was late. But she was a dancer and it wasn't all that uncommon to be late. But still, the idea nagged at her and she could barely concentrate for the rest of rehearsal. She had to get a pregnancy test, just to put her mind at ease. There was no way that she could actually be pregnant (except that there was), but she had to make sure once and for all.

Later that night Santana was lounging on Rachel's bed while Rachel was in her bathroom, peeing on a stick. Santana had one of her legs in the air in a stretch, trying to work out the tightness from a day full of rehearsals, and nearly missed when Rachel walked back into her bedroom, staring down at the pregnancy test in her hand.

"Well, Rach? You up the duff or what?" She asked lazily, never once believing that she actually could be pregnant. Rachel was a smart girl who always took every precaution available for absolutely everything so she was sure that there was no way the girl could get knocked up by her married boyfriend.

"Yes." Rachel whispered in a soft voice, holding the pregnancy test up for her friend to see. Santana's eyes widened and she leapt off the bed, wrapping her arm around her friend.

"Shit." She muttered, tightening her hold on the smaller woman when she started crying.

Rachel kept her news to herself for a little while, besides Santana, not wanting anyone to know. Her Dad's would be tremendously disappointed in her, she knew, and it would definitely put her position in the show in jeopardy. Not to mention Jesse.

She had no idea how he'd react to this news. Of course she hoped that he'd take the news well, maybe even leave his wife to be with her and start a family with her. She knew that wasn't very pragmatic of her but it was her only hope.

"Rachel, we need to talk." Jesse said to her after rehearsal one day, holding her back while everyone else left the theatre. She beamed up at him, her hand going to her stomach unconsciously. Jesse watched the move with an uneasy look on his face.

"What is it you wanted to speak to me about?" She asked once they were alone, sliding in closer to him.

"Rachel... is there anything you want to... tell me?" He asked, eyes darting down to her stomach, and she gasped.

He knew. She had no idea how he knew but it was obvious that he did.

"I don't... What are you... um, no?" She said though it came out as more of a question. Jesse sighed and reached up to rub his temple, squeezing his eyes shut.

"You're a terrible liar, Rachel. An excellent actress but a terrible liar." He told her, opening his eyes to look at her. "How far along are you?" He asked and she opened and closed her mouth a few times, wanting to argue that she wasn't pregnant, but finally sighed.

"Thirteen weeks." She admitted. Jesse slumped, taking a few steps away from her. "We can... we can be a family, Jesse." She told him hopefully and he looked up at her.

"So it is mine?" He asked and she gasped, stumbling back from him.

"Of course it is. There's no one else, Jesse. There's no one else out there for me. You're the one for me." She said, sounding betrayed, and he sighed, stepping closer to her and wrapping his arms around her. She struggled against his hold for a moment, still angry that he could suggest that she was sleeping with anyone other than him, before slumping against him.

"Shh, I know, I'm sorry." He whispered to her, running his hands up and down her back. "Of course I know that. I'm just... shocked, that's all." He added and she nodded, nestling into his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry." She told him, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "I never meant for this to happen." She added. She didn't want him to think that she'd done it on purpose to trap him into staying with her. That was so far from the case it wasn't even funny.

"What about... have you considered an abortion?" He asked and she gasped, yanking away from him.

"No." She practically snarled at him. "I'm pro choice but I just couldn't do that. Not with our child." She said, placing her hand on her stomach protectively. Jesse nodded, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, sorry. I just... the show. You know you can't stay in the show this way." He pointed out and she sighed.

"I know." She agreed sadly. "But... you and Sunshine. You'll leave her now, right? To be with me and our baby?" She asked and his face twitched.

"Now's not a good time, Rachel." He told her and she huffed, spinning away from him, grabbing her coat and jamming it on. She stalked towards the exit and he sighed, rushing after her. "After the baby's born. I promise." He told her, grabbing her arm and holding her back. She sniffled and nodded.

"Okay." She whispered, wondering if she was just getting her hopes up pointlessly again.

"But you can't tell anyone that the baby's mine, okay?" He asked, making her sigh. She knew he was right, of course. No one could know right now that she was carrying his baby, not while they couldn't be together.

"Okay." She agreed and he sighed in relief. "We're having a baby." She said to him after a moment, a look of joy and wonder on her face, and he gave her a grimacing smile in return but she was too happy in her own little world that she didn't notice the grimacing part of it.

"I know." He said, pulling her to him and holding her tightly.