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A Rachel/Puck fic.
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Disclaimer: nope ... don't own Glee.
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A/N: My own little Rachel/Puck pregnancy story. Couldn't resist.
I'm trying to get this all written up before my partner finds me in the computer lab to work on our assignment. Fingers crossed.
Not much else to say ... hope you guys like it, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
Rachel paced back and forth in her room, glancing back at the stick in her hand repeatedly, not convinced that it was true. She'd gone through three pregnancy tests already, and her bladder was sufficiently spent. She looked at the two she'd bought but hadn't used yet, and refilled her cup of water, chugging it down and then filling it back up again.
It just couldn't be possible.
Well, realistically, she knew it was possible, but she just didn't want to believe it. She had goals, plans, she had a future ... none of that involved getting pregnant at sixteen. And who was she to think she could even take care of a baby? She was insane at the best of times, she knew that, but when it was just her, she could cope with that. But throwing a child into the equation: just wasn't going to work.
Twenty minutes later she took another pregnancy test, and once again, the cruel stick showed two lines.
If ever she were going to cuss, now would be the time.
"Rachel, honey, you okay in there?" her father asked, knocking on the door to her room. She had rushed back into her room after she'd finished in the bathroom, and she suddenly realized that her fathers would probably be wondering why she was going to the bathroom so much.
"I'm fine, Daddy," she choked out, trying not to cry. "I just have an upset stomach, that's all." Understatement, she told herself.
"Are you sure?" he asked, the doorknob turning slightly.
She panicked, shoving all the pregnancy tests into the garbage by her desk and covering it with a towel. "I'm sure."
The door had opened a little, but when he heard her response, he paused. "Okay, Sweetie. How about I make some chicken noodle soup tonight?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Sure, that sounds great."
She heard his feet on the stairs, and she hurried to her bedroom door, locking it and leaning back against it before sliding to the ground.
Rachel dropped her head onto her knees, wrapping her arms around herself.
"What am I going to do?" she asked the empty room.
End of chapter one. Super short, I know, but it was just an introductory chapter.
Hope you guys like it, I know I'll love writing the rest.
Reviews are appreciated, positive or negative.
Until next time ...!