Title: A Lovely Way 1/?
Author: mrsdiannaagron
Rating: NC-17, this fic could get crazy!
Length: 1,960
Spoilers: None. So far.
Summary: Rachel has a way of showing Quinn how much she loves her.


"I'm pregnant." Quinn had just zipped up the books for her first class in her backpack, when she heard, her girlfriend for the last eight months, Rachel Berry's voice. But, she was sure she had to be hearing things.

"What?" This was just not possible! It took a moment. Then she closed her eyes, took a breath, and shook her head when she realized who she was. It was possible!

"I said…I'm pregnant, Quinn. You know? I've got a bun in the oven? Knocked up? Um…let me think. Oh, yes! To quote the recent popular film, Juno, 'my eggo is preggo'!" The singer said the last euphemism a little too loud. Some people in the hallway stopped to gawk at the couple.

The blonde shushed the shorter girl, while giving the students in the hallway her patented 'Head-Bitch in Charge' glare, letting them know to go about their way. Turning back around and catching the eyes of the diva, she had so many emotions flashing in them, the taller girl sighed. What in the hell were they going to do? In an attempt to try to slow down time and process this new information, Quinn reached to grab her cell phone out of her locker, pulling her hand back just as the door was slammed shut.

"Don't you shush me, Quinn Fabray!" The Cheerio looked at the hand that was almost severely injured, actually grateful to Sue Sylvester and her boot camp like practices. They were the reason her reflexes were so sharp. She looked at her girlfriend, making sure her anger was apparent on her face.

"Damn it, Berry! You could have crushed my fucking hand! Do you have any idea what Coach Sylvester will put me through if I get injured so close to States?" The look on the brunette's face showed Quinn that she could care more. Rachel hated when the blonde called by her last name.

"Did you hear what I just said? Did you? I think my recent predicament, should have a higher level of importance than some asinine cheerleading competition!" The blonde certainly was not expecting her morning to go this way; she scoffed at the shorter girl's antics.

All she wanted right now was to not have a very private conversation with her girlfriend in the very public hallway of, William McKinley High School. She could only imagine who was lurking in the shadows, someone like Jew-Fro, waiting for the next gossip to throw on his stupid little blog! The late bell had rung.

The Cheerio heaved her backpack on, grabbed the diva's arm, and went in search of an empty classroom to have this discussion. As she passed, occupied classroom after occupied classroom, she was becoming more frustrated with the singer. She had been trying the entire way, to free herself from the blonde's strong grip.

She was walking so fast, almost passed a place for them to talk. The girls' bathroom, the irony was not lost on her. This is where the couple always came to have their disputes. The blonde hurriedly searched the stalls for anyone who may have been straggling behind to get to class.

Once the coast was clear, she finally let the other girl's arm loose. As the diva rubbed her arm, Quinn took a couple steps back from her. The cheerleader wasn't quite sure how to start this conversation off. When the silence became unbearable, she stopped pacing and turned towards the singer.

"Are you sure?" She asked, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The diva gave the Cheerio an incredulous look.

"No, Quinn. I'm not," Her words had sarcasm, dripping from each one. "While in the middle of my morning routine, I stopped and thought to myself. I said, 'Self, what would be a great way to mess with Quinn's head today? What would really make her sweat? And then it came to me! A pregnancy scare! That ought to do it." Quinn gave the look that let the other girl know that she was not amused.

"Of course I'm sure, Quinn! I practically bought out the entire inventory of pregnancy tests that Walgreens' had to offer! Do you really think that I would drop this sort of bombshell on you, without first checking to make sure?" She paused looking to the cheerleader for an answer.

The blonde's mine had been racing thorough Rachel's entire rant. She knew. She knew for a fact that she had been safe, which brought her current question to the already tense conversation.

"Is it mine?" She barely had time to blink, before the sting from the slap had her regaining her balance. The blonde had to check her anger before she locked eyes with her girlfriend. Rachel had never hit her before. The mixture of hurt and anger that went across the diva's face was enough to show the Cheerio that she had indeed, hit a nerve.

"Fuck. You, Quinn Fabray. Fuck you." Her voice was eerily calm. Rachel only swore when she was truly pissed off. The tears in the smaller girl's eyes, made the blonde want to gather her up in her arms, but for fear of another slap, Quinn decided against it.

"You know that you were my first. That I gave you something that meant the world to me! I would never, ever do anything like that to you! I can't believe this, that you would question my monogamy." Rachel's tear were falling freely now.

"You are seriously going to stand there and accuse me, like I'm some trailer park hussy, who be so low as to pawn the pressures of parenthood on you, when the responsibility would actually lie with someone else?" She scoffed and tried to make her way to the door.

This snapped the cheerleader back to reality. She grabbed the diva around the waist halting her hasty exit. The diva shoved her back so quick it surprised her.

"Don't touch me." Rachel warned. The Cheerio already felt bad for the accusations. She thought they had merit.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it the way it came out. I'm just in shock." She tried to convey her sincerity.

"I mean…we only had sex once. And it was the first time." This was crazy. She couldn't believe their luck; leave it to her and Rachel to be one of those eight out of ten to get pregnant the first time.

"Maybe, you would know this, if you paid more attention in health class, but all it takes is one time." It never failed that the brunette would shove the final grades from last year in her face. So what? Rachel finished with an A+, she still got her A. It was a lesser A, but an A all the same.

The blonde didn't like her the way her girlfriend was speaking to her right now. Sure, they were in a messed up situation. But, that was still no reason to be condescending. The blonde wasn't an idiot.

"Whatever. I know that! I just can't believe it happened to us. I'm just a kid! I don't know how to raise a baby. I barely have the patience at times to put up with your hysterics and tantrums!"

"Now, is not the time." Rachel replied pointedly.

"And what? Do you think that in addition to my already time consuming schedule, that I have been taking parenting classes? I'm just as oblivious to raising a child, as you are!" It still amazed the Cheerio at the level of shrieking her diva was able to get to.

The blonde's replied died on her tongue as she turned her attention to the bathroom door swinging open. A freshman in need of a potty break had unknowingly walked into something that no one should ever be in the middle of, a Berry-Fabray screaming match.

"GET OUT!" The girls screamed in unison. The freshman paled and quickly retreated, finding some other, unoccupied restroom, to relieve herself.

"I'm not ready for this. A kid, on top of Cheerios and school? I can't do it." Quinn said, after she was sure no one else was going to come barging in. She walked over to the sink, to lean on the counter for support. Suddenly she was feeling dizzy.

"Neither am I. I can't exactly audition for Julliard with a baby bump. Or go to auditions for Broadway with a baby strapped to my chest! This will throw off the 'Rachel Berry Road Map to Stardom' significantly. Children weren't scheduled for us until ages 26." Quinn shook her head at the memory of spending an entire Saturday, helping Rachel create the chart of their life. It was awful.

"So, what are you going to get an abortion?" The brunette had turn to glare, meeting the blonde's eyes in the mirror.

"I will slap you again, Quinn. I would never dream of aborting our child. Yes, he or she does come at a very inconvenient time, but we made the choice, this was one of the outcomes from our choice." The next part the blonde would have missed had she not been paying closer attention.

"Do you want me to get an abortion?" The diva spoke so, uncharacteristically, low. It was time for Quinn to pull her head out of her ass and be the person she would her child would be proud of.

The blonde quickly turned and gathered the smaller girl in her arms, putting a finger under her chin to force the girl to look at her. She needed to let the diva know that she would stand by her no matter what she decided. Yes, it was Quinn child. But, it was Rachel's body. She would make the final decision. And Quinn would be there for her the entire time.

"No, babe. No." She said letting Rachel know, she meant what she was saying. Steeling herself and speaking with conviction.

"I DO NOT want you to get an abortion. I will support you in whatever you decide is best." She stated, pecking the diva's lips.

"Ok?"

"Ok."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Q." She leaned down placing a kiss on the full lips.

When the cheerleader tried to deepen the kiss, she met empty space. She opened her eyes just in time to see her girlfriend racing to the nearest stall. Confusion set in, until she heard the sounds of her girlfriend emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

She sighed. This was going to be awesome. Rachel absolutely despised throwing up. Quinn made a beeline for her bag, where she had her Cheerio water bottle, grabbing some paper towels. She made her way to her girlfriend.

When she entered the stall, Rachel was leaning back against the stall wiping her mouth with tissue paper. She turned to look at Quinn, as she slid down next to her on the floor.

"I hate thro…" The blonde cut her off.

"I know. Here." She handed the brunette the water. After she took a drink to rinse out her mouth, the singer spit the contents into the toilet. The blonde leaned forward to dab the sweat from her girlfriend's forehead. When she was done, the blonde shot the trash into toilet.

Quinn leaned back against the stall door, the diva grabbed the Cheerio's arm placing it around her, and then putting her head on her shoulder.

"I'm scared." The blonde placed a sweet kiss on the top of the brunette's hair, instantly met with the girl's shampoo. She let her head fall back against the door before replying.

"So am I, baby. So am I."

Review, please! I planned on doing a flashback chapter to give some background. Should I?