Hey guys, I've been busy. After staying with my grandmother from last Thursday to last night with no Internet connection, and then being a volunteer at a church camp, which I'm doing till Thursday, I guess you can see why I haven't been able to write.

Correction, I've been writing just haven't been able to post anything. I'm too lazy to go back and erase that last sentence.

Church hasn't been the only thing either. On Thursday of last week, before I went to my grandparents' house I accidentally friended and old friend I somewhat hate on Facebook and almost had a complete mental breakdown. I didn't and was rewarded by my family. Reward: I got my hair cut.

If you've read my profile, you know I'm a big Swiftie. You can now tell. What I mean by this, my inner fan girl came out when I told the lady what I wanted. Long story short, I look like mini copy of Taylor Swift. I'm not lying! I got my hair cut on Friday. I went to the opening night of camp and ran into my youth pastor. He challenged me, saying that he wanted to know how much like Taylor I could like. I had about ten people call Mini-Swift and that if I didn't wear glasses they would defiantly say I was her dopple-ganger. Guess who's never going to be getting contacts?

I'm ranting, I know. Sorry, but this is my one chance to get it all out.

Anyways, I've finally decided to post a Glee story. Honestly I think I should have posted this before MW, but fate had other plans.

I don't have a personal ship with Glee. I just love anything with Rachel. Saying that though, I can't see her as a lesbian or bisexual in my mind. I know some people do, just not something my brain can process.

As I said before in the summary I own nothing! Disclaimer all the way! Also, I'm not giving a summary. If you want to know what the story is about, read it and review.

Chapter 1

A Week

It had been a week since Regionals. It had been a week since I had last seen him. It had been two weeks since I gave him my body. It had been ten minutes since I took the test that changed my life.

Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Kurt, Brittany, and Tina sat in my room waiting for me to give them the results. I couldn't even do that as I walked through my bathroom doors. Quinn had hopped up immediately from her spot at my desk. The look on her face was a question that everyone else was thinking. "What did it say?"

I collapsed. Quinn took me in her arms as I cried. She had been me nine months ago. She just hadn't been alone.

Finn had been there for her. So had Puck when she finally let him. I was alone. Jesse was gone; my mom had abandoned me, with my luck my dads would kick me out faster than I could start crying. I was alone.

My support group all pulled me into hugs; even Satan. I was surprised by that one. Out of all people I thought she would be the one to run straight to Coach Sylvester.

After I calmed down Kurt handed me my phone. I knew he wouldn't answer. I just had to call him to tell myself I had tried to contact him.

To my surprise he answered on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Jesse." I said his name in shock.

He let out a sigh. "Rachel, why are you calling me? Actually don't answer that. I don't care. We are over. There's nothing to be said. Just leave me alone and pretend I never existed." He said as he hung up.

Tears ran down my face as I looked at the room. Santana was mad. I could practically feel the rage coming off her. Tina and Mercedes were shocked. Brittany was confused as usual. Kurt was sympathetic and Quinn was pissed.

The blonde looked at her and put her hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about him. You don't need him. It's his problem if he's too stubborn to listen to you."

Brittany looked confused. "Wait, isn't mini Mr. Schue the father?"

That statement made it finally sink in real good. I was pregnant and Jesse St. James, my ex-boyfriend who doesn't want anything to do with me, is the father.

There were many things I didn't know. How my fathers would react? What was going to happen with school? Would I still be on Broadway? But what I didn't know was that in Akron Ohio, a boy was laying on his bed with tears streaming down his face.

Reminder, this is my first Glee fanfic that I have published. I LOVE REVIEWS! They make my day. So if you want to make me happy, you know what to do.