Authors Note: I'd just like to say a few things about this story.
1) Quinn was never pregnant.
2) Pucklberry did date during Mash-Up.
3) Kurt and Rachel ARE friends.
Prologue.
"I have something I would like to say." I said, standing up in front of the glee club, not waiting for Mr. Shue to say it was alright. "I told Kurt and Mercedes that I was applying for an elite Musical Theater school in Chicago. And, they accepted my application and are giving me a full scholarship." The group, although shocked, seemed happy.
"When do you leave?" Finn asked from the back corner of the room, Holding Quinn's hand. Typical.
"Tomorrow. My dad's and I are driving up around 4." I said with a content nod.
The group decided that I needed to have have a "going away party" and it would be held in Kurt's basment at 8, so glee practice was cut short, and Kurt ushered me home to pick out my clothes.
He dressed me in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a pair of black heels, and a pink tank top. He gave my hair gentle curls and allowed me to do my own make up.
"Kurt, this is all fantastic, but I really don't feel like going anywhere tonight." I told him as we sat on my bed, him helping me fold the clothes we un-packed so that I could have something decent to wear.
"Come on, just one more night of fun." He told me, setting my pink sweater in the suitcase. I eyed it. That was the sweater I was wearing that day. When I cleaned the slushie off Noah in the bathroom, when he choose us over the football team. When I went over to his house after school. When we made out on his bed. When we... Tears started to well in my eyes and I stood up and walked over to my vanity, pretending to be packing up my makeup so that Kurt wouldn't notice my tears.
"Rachel, are you okay?" Crap. Busted.
"No, I don't deserve any fun." I told him, wiping my eyes.
"What do you mean? Of course you do!" He spoke happily, which angered me slightly.
"No, Kurt! I had one day of fun, and now I have to leave!" I all but yelled at him.
"What do you mean... Oh!" The realization hit him when I folded my arms across my chest, looking down at my petite stomach. "Rachel..." he spoke sympathetically, wrapping his arms around me. I buried my head into his chest.
"Kurt, what am I going to do?" I whispered after a minute.
"You're going to go to that party I'm throwing you, you're going to have a good time, and then you're going to your school, and are going to take it by storm. Despite your situation. This doesn't have to ruin your life, Rachel. It'll just make it different." I nodded, picking up my phone and wallet off my dresser.
"Who?" he asked
"Noah..." I whispered.
"Tell him. You owe him that." He knew my plan to not tell him.
