Positive

by iHarrydis

This is a third person narrative of what was going through Rachel's head at the very end of I Do. Rated M for sexual allusions.

Positive

As she sat on the porcelain frame, Rachel Berry felt as though time had never moved slower. Two minutes. Only two minutes, that's what the packet said. Two minutes. She had followed all of the instructions carefully, despite how drastic she had changed during her time in New York Rachel Berry had never lost obsessive attention to detail. The detail which got her into NYADA and the New Directions their Nationals trophy.

Rachel Berry was exact. Everything about her was exact to the point of obsession. She had never been so much as a day late. Her period was like a metronome. She was now coming up to four days late. She assured herself that this happens to other girls all the time, there could be a ton of reasons why she was late but at this point there was only one reason that concerned her.

Guilt was her first thought. Guilt and stress can do this, can't they? Brody had been so faithful to her and she went behind his back and lied about having sex with Finn. Unprotected sex. In all their haste they had forgotten the most vital instrument. Santana never wore protection and this never happened to her, mind you Quinn didn't either and she knew how that story ended. With millions of thoughts racing through her head she glanced at the timer on her Galaxy SIII. 1:24. 30 seconds.

Quinn was her second thought. Rachel imagined how Quinn would have sat four years ago waiting for the same result. She then imagined Quinn's horror as those dreaded two lines determined her future, Rachel prayed she wouldn't have to feel that. Rachel remembered how she lied about the father and for the first time Rachel understood why she did it. Rachel Berry was an honest person, she thought she could never lie the way Quinn did, that she would always tell the truth no matter how much it hurt the other person. Tonight she had lied, would she do it again?

1:50. 10 seconds. Her heart had never raced this fast in her whole life. She had never been this nervous, her first sectionals solo, her audition for NYADA, the results for Nationals, nothing compared.

1:59.

2:00.

She hadn't allowed herself to look at the long white stick before the time was fully up. Even in her most tense moment Rachel had remained exact. Slowly she allowed herself to look.

Seemingly engraved, as if in stone, were two red lines inside the result window.

Rachel Berry was pregnant.