Hey Guys. SO over Christmas break I got a kindle and proceeded to watch every episode of Glee in about a week. It was fantastic and this little story popped into my head so I started writing it and I think I finally have enough to keep it going. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.

As the curtain closed, she let out a huge sigh. Funny girl was on a two week break and, finally, Rachel was going to get a chance to rest and just enjoy New York. As she made her way to her dressing room, she heard the sounds of vomiting coming from the bathroom. Another one bites the dust she thought as she walked into her private dressing room and shut the door. The stomach flu was going around and most of the cast had either had it or was coming down with it. Rachel thankfully had been spared and was hoping not to get it now that they were on break.

As she slipped out of her costume, she couldn't help but think how ready she was to get back to the loft, not only to get out of the germ filled theater, but also because her friends were coming to New York over the next few days and she was excited. Brittney, Mercedes, Quinn, Tina, Artie, and Mike were all coming and spending the week with them. Quinn and Brittany were all coming the next day and everyone else was coming in the following two days.

As Rachel walked out the back entrance to the theater, she felt a slight cramping in her stomach. Pulling out her phone she realized that Mother Nature must have decided to spite her a few days early. She groaned as she made her way to the cab that waited for her every day. On her way to the cab, cameras flashed, trying to get a picture of the starlet. That was the one downfall to this career; she never had any privacy.

As she got in the cab, she sighed, feeling tiredness settling into her body. The car trip to the loft made her stomach feel unsettled which was odd, but she brushed it off. As she paid the cabbie and got out, she trudged to the stairs.

As she reached the loft, she knew Santana, Kurt, and Blaine, who had moved in about a month before, would still be out until after midnight at work. It was eleven thirty and she had plans to make dinner for all of them. It was an unspoken rule in their house that whoever got home first had to have some food on the table for the others when they got back. However, Rachel knew she could whip something together quickly and she was really tired so she sat down on the couch, pulling a blanket over herself, a sudden chill taking over her petite body. She flicked on the TV, looking for something to get her mind off the headache that was gathering in temples. She closed her eyes just for a moment, or so she thought.

Forty-five minutes later when Santana, Blaine, and Kurt walked in, chatting excitedly about their friends coming to visit. It was the middle of the summer and they had all picked up a ton of extra shifts in order to help pay the rent. However, the three of them had managed to score the next week off. Granted they had to work for the next month without any time off, but they had a whole week with their friends. As they walked in, both of them were really hungry and looking forward to whatever Rachel had found for them to eat.

"Rach," Kurt called, shutting the door behind them.

"Yo Berry," Santana called, looking in the bedroom, "If she ditched us for some stupid Broadway party, I'm gonna…"

"Santana, Kurt," Blaine called, "Shh."

"What?" Santana said, going to the couch where Blaine was standing with his mouth open.

"Is she…" Santana asked, staring at the rare site.

"Without anyone being here?," Kurt asked, looking at the sleeping form of Rachel Berry.

"Yeah," Blaine said, eyes wide.

Rachel never fell asleep before someone was in the apartment and there was no way she would have fallen asleep on this night. Rachel had not stopped talking about their friends coming, and truthfully, they were all thrilled about that. It had been a miserable year in the loft since losing Fin and finally having Rachel focusing something other than that and Funny Girl was nice.

However, now she was sound asleep on the couch. Kurt reached out to wake her and his hand brushed her forehead, causing him to turn to Santana and Blaine with big eyes.

"She's burning up," Kurt said as Rachel opened her eyes.

"Kurt," she said, rubbing her eyes, "Santana, Blaine. What time is it?"

"It's after midnight," Kurt said.

"Ugg," Rachel said, "Sorry. I forgot to get something to eat. I got home and the subway gave me a headache and made me feel sick and I was just so tired and my period is a week early and I'm getting major cramps and…"

"Breathe Berry," Santana said, cutting her off, "First off you don't get cramps, ever. That has always made me very jealous. Second, we are perfectly in sync and there is no flippin' way you got out of that pattern so something else must be causing you to feel crappy. Third, Lady Hummel here thinks you have a fever and you look almost as green as that guy that stayed with Brittney from across the pond."

"Shoot," Rachel said, sitting up, "Shoot shoot shoot."

"What?" Santana said, "Did you get knocked up or something cause if you did..."

"No," Kurt said, immediately remembering the conversation he and Rachel had had that morning about the flu epidemic at Funny Girl.

Rachel nodded, grabbing her stomach as she felt it turn.

"What?" Blaine asked, watching Rachel's face turn a sickly shade of palish green before the brunette ran for the bathroom.

"Stomach flu," Kurt said, cringing as the sound of Rachel being sick filled the apartment.

So there it is. My first Glee story ever. Hope you all liked it. More to come and the more reviews, the faster I update. Thanks.