1: pregnant?
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This can't be happening is my only thought. No. Not possible. I tell myself. I stare down at the object in my hands and look right at the little pink plus. 14 years before Finding My father in an Unexpected Way, this happened. When Rachel Berry found out she was pregnant.
This can't be happening is my only thought. No. Not possible. I tell myself. I stare down at the object in my hands and look right at the little pink plus. I am on the verge of crying. What the hell do I do now?
I can hear tossing noises from outside the bathroom. Well this is going to complicate things. I knew I should have kept my no-sex-till-25 rule. I just had to have sex with Finn that first time. Finn. This is his entire fault.
He just had to get to me, didn't he? When I am with Brody I am careful. Extra careful. But I wasn't expecting Finn. Not again anyway. This is all Finn's fucking fault.
I thought I could get over him. I thought I had. Now I will never forget this. Yeup, this is totally Finns fault.
But I could have stopped it. I could have said no. This is equally my fault as it is his.
Damn. My brain kicked in. well what am I to do now?
The next morning I wake up on the couch. I guess I didn't go back to bed after the bathroom events. Wait? Why am I on the couch? Isn't Santana supposed to be here? I open my eyes to find 3 pairs of eyes staring at me.
"Morning." Kurt says
"Why am I on the couch?"
"We all lifted you here after we found you passed out on the bathroom floor at about 5 this morning." He says
"Rach, are you okay?" Brody asked
"Fine. Just must of… been really tired."
"Really?" Santana said obviously not believing me.
"Really." I reinforce.
Santana gets up. "I gots to go. Later losers." She salutes and walks out the door.
"Rach, are you sure you are okay?" Kurt asks
"I am perfectly fine guys." Except I am not.
I've kept quiet about my… situation for a while now. It would be a lot easier if Santana would stop bringing up 'baby' in almost every conversation. I hope to god she doesn't know. If she knew… she would make life a living hell for me.
I am so confused right now. I know I am not myself; I am trying to appear normal. It's really hard to do.
I am sitting on the couch when Santana walks in.
"Okay New York may be disgusting especially when it's covered in a gray nasty snow and the people may be horrible and rude and some smelly homeless man pee stained tight whities might have groped me in the subway and then asked me for a dollar. But I gots to say, I finally feel like I have found my people." She says as she walks in.
"I am glad you found your corner of the sky Santana."
"Where are the hardy boys? Investigating the mystery of god could you be anymore annoying."
"Kurt and Adam are at NYADA."
"And Pablo Escobar? Did he ever come home?"
"Brody is in the shower." I emphasize his name.
"Where he will be for the next hour scrubbing the drug shame off his frictionless body."
"For the hundredth time can you stop making fun of Brody?"
"I'm not. I mean I am just not now."
I stay quiet.
"Okay, now that we're alone I want to talk to you about what I found in your bathroom trashcan underneath the wadded up tissue paper, used cotton swabs and the soiled acne wipes. An item, which unless lady Hummel has actually been a lady all these years could have only been yours."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I try to say completely clueless. I know she sees through it.
"Rachel, you're really not going to tell me about the stick?"
"You had no right." I tell her. I am so upset at her. How dare she?
"Rachel, I'm your friend. You can trust me. Just tell me what's going on."
I can't help it, all these pent up emotions and I just explode into a crying mess.
"Oh god. Your going to be okay it's okay. It's gonna be okay." She whispers as she holds me.
It's a few days later after I broke down in front of Santana. I told her I had a doctor appointment to prove or dis-prove it. She insisted she come with me. And she has also been considerably nicer to me.
She sits beside me in the waiting room of the doctor's office. We both stick out like sore thumbs here. All of the others around look in their late twenties and above.
"Rachel Berry?" the secretary calls out
Both Santana and me stand up and the woman looks at us.
"Do you want me to come in with you? For moral support?" she offers
"No. I think I'll be okay. Thanks for coming along." I nod
"Okay." She smiles small and pats my arm as she sits back in her seat. I follow the woman into the exam room.
"Okay, you can sit yourself up onto the bed and Dr. Meyers will be with you in a moment." She says as I walk into the room.
"Okay." I nod.
"Good luck." She smiles as she leaves and closes the door behind her.
I look around the room. I give a big breath. Not much longer the doctor arrives.
"Good morning miss Berry. I am Dr. Meyers. Its nice to meet you." She says as she shakes my hand.
"Morning Dr. Meyers." I say pleasantly.
"So, what can I do for you today?"
"Um… I think I am…" I struggle.
"Okay then. Lets check it out then." She claps as she finishes my thought. "Can you just lay down and lift up your a bit and we can do a ultrasound to see what's going on in there." She smiles sweetly.
I lift myself onto the bed and get into position and roll up my top.
"Now this may be cold on the stomach okay?" she warns I nod.
She puts some gel on my stomach and feels the coldness get moved around the area. I watch her and she grabs the machine's scanner thingy. "You ready to find out if your pregnant or not?" she asks. Hearing this all aloud makes me feel terrified. This feels too real. I nod anyways.
"Okay then." She nods and resumes. I feel slight pressure on my stomach. I close my eyes and try to think back to when life was easy. When I had dreams in front of me. Nothing could stop me. I was the star. All I ever wanted. Dr. Meyers brought me out of my daydream.
"Okay, want to see the results?" she offers.
I slowly open my eyes to look at her and I nod. She smiles sweetly and turns the monitor. I have no idea what I am looking for. Dr. Meyers seems to sense that.
"Do you see this?" she points to a blob on the screen.
"Yes." I say quietly.
"That's, your baby."
I look at the blob. It looks nothing like a human. I know this from health classes and movies and such, but… now… I don't know. I look at it and I just… I lose it again and tears roll down my face.
"Here." She says as she passes me a tissue. I happily accept.
"How do you feel?" she asks
"I don't know." I manage to say through my tears.
"Its okay." She says. "I know where you've been." She smiles
"No you haven't! I have no idea what to do! What to feel!"
"Yeah, I have. You're only eighteen. You are in college, have big dreams. And now… life gives you a baby. Been there, done that." She laughs quietly.
I look at her and sniffle.
"My son is thirteen years old now. I wasn't much older than you when I had him." she says.
"What you do?"
"What any pregnant eighteen year old does. Freak out. Yell, scream and blame the world. Think of every option out there. Eventually you find one that works."
I look back at the screen. The image is still there. I look at the blob. My blob. I can see it thumping in a rhythm. It has a little heart. "It does look kinda cute." I sniffle some more. "May I get a picture?" I ask.
"Of course." she smiles and starts pushing buttons on the machine.
After she wipes the gel off my stomach and I sit up. When she hands me the pictures there are a few pamphlets too. "Just so you are informed of your options." She says.
I smile and thank her. I still have no clue and frankly I am still upset. My whole life plan, -no matter what I decide- is screwed 9 times over.
I walk out of the room to see Santana waiting expectantly.
"So?" she asks
I walk to her and start crying again. She fearlessly pulls me into her arms. "Its okay. Your gonna be okay. Now, lets head home, I will even let you pick the movie."
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