A/N: Okay so here's my first fan fiction I've ever written. It was something that was rolling around in my head for a while. I have the story completed but I just wanted to post the first chapter and see how it goes. If you guys like the story, once it is completed I may continue the storyline because I have ideas about where it will go. Also, I'm using this story to tie up loose ends and questions I have, in my own little world that is my mind. It's pretty much and AU after second season.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, characters or any music involved. If I did, I really wouldn't be using a fan fiction story to tie up loose ends that are annoying the **** out of me.
Rated T for some cussing, and some adult situations. No sexual situations, just a reference to one and no violence.
How all this happened I'll never know.
Of course I know how it all started. I knew enough about biology to know what caused me to be in my current position. I took biology and knew how the human body reproduced smaller half copies of themselves. Of course I knew that part. How I allowed myself to get involved in the reproduction cycle... That's what I couldn't understand.
To say the least the fact that I was embarrassed and felt stupid would be redundant. I spent nearly the whole 9 month gestational period thinking how stupid I was. I say nearly because it takes a few weeks to notice symptoms. Then a few more weeks for the denial to go away and reality to sit in. I was smarter than girls like Quinn, right? Apparently not...
Let me take you back to the start. All good stories deserve a good beginning as well as an end. The problem with this story is where to start. Everyone reading these words will know the basics of what happened to conceive this child. Boy meets girl, boy gives girl some line... Blah, blah, blah... Six weeks later I was sitting in the girl's bathroom with a small plastic pink and white test strip with its two lines.
I wasn't even lucky enough to have the excuse that I felt 'fat' like Quinn had. I had no self-esteem issues. As far as I cared at the moment I was happy with who I was. I didn't need some hormonal boy telling me that I was pretty while applying alcohol to get into my pants. I had sex with a boy of my own free will, no alcohol or compliments involved. All it took was a two weeks at a theater camp in upstate New York. After a two week romance, combined with acting and dancing, the endorphins of preforming on opening night, one thing lead to another... Everything I told Finn about waiting until I was 25 and a few Tony awards went out the preverbal window. I had sex with a boy, about my age, by the name of Alex... Maybe.
After I arrived home, I just tried to forget everything that happened that summer. The whole event was just something that happened. I was a teenager that was what I was supposed to do. It was time to get back into scholastic frame of mind. After a blissful summer, I had to get my reflexes back. I had slushies, exes, and bullies to avoid.
At that moment in my life, those things, Glee and preparing for my eventual Broadway career was what was important to me. But before my first report card was even sent out, everything that held priority in my life was completely rearranged.
Those two small signs on a pregnancy test told me I was no longer a child. An hour or two of reckless hormonal abandonment ruined every plan I had ever made.
Fast forward roughly 9 months later... And there I was. I, Rachel Berry, pregnant at 17... In labor, right in the middle of the school day. And there wasn't another soul on the face of this planet that knew about my predicament.
A/N: So that is chapter one. Maybe it will get you interested in what's to come. Let me know what you think about it. I realized there will be grammar errors and such. But this is a concept I've never seen done before and I wanted to try it out.