*Disclaimer. I own none of the characters in this story. Property of Ryan Murphy.

Chapter One

I don't know why I'm doing this. The last time I saw Beth, Rachel's mom who gave Rachel up for adoption was taking my baby Beth away from me. All I could do was stare at the stretch marks on my stomach. All I could think about was starting to rehabilitate my image so Coach Sylvester would accept me back on the Cheerios. But Sam was going to break up with me if we didn't have sex, and he was part of my image and more importantly my love life, and I had to show him the bastard baby I brought into the world so it would scare him.

I walk up to Rachel while she's gassing to Finn about filling out his date calendar more often. I think about why I let Finn think the baby was his, when it wasn't, the pain it caused him. It makes me want to snap my own neck.

"Rachel," I say in a more nasally and hateful tone than usual.

"Yeah?" she says back.

"Come with me," I say as I turn on my heels.

She turns around to Finn and gives him a one second finger and then jogs to catch up with me.

"What?"

"What's your mothers address?" I ask.

"Why?" she looks confused.

"I need to show Sam baby Beth. He keeps pressuring me into doing a little something something, and he'll break up with me unless he knows the risk."

"Wait, you want to use my bastard sister to scare him off?"

I hesitate then answer, "You mean my baby? Yes."

"Well, my mom didn't give me her address, but I know where she lives anyway."

"Tell me!" "Fine. She lives on 6478 North Indiana Road."

"If you didn't get the address from her, then how do you know?"

"I had Finn break into Carmel High and get it for me. He was almost arrested for theft and violation of privacy, but it was worth it," she says as she turns away from me, flaunting the way too high rise skirt she's wearing. Seriously, she may as well be wearing a dress.

Mr. Schuester walks in just as soon as I have the address written down in my hormones journal. Miss Pillsbury made me keep one when she found out about the pregnancy. I haven't pulled it out ever since I exploded. But I catch a glimpse of a tear drop mark on a page. It has a drawing of Finn kicking over a chair. That's when he found out from Rachel that it was Puck's kid, not his.

"All right guys, school is back in session, Christmas break is over, and it's 2011! Its also incredibly hot for January."

"Miss Sylvester is letting us go without the undershirts now!" Santana says as she slaps Brittany's hand. I catch a glimpse of her nipple and I know Finn does, too, because I see him arrive. Rachel slaps him on the face. I giggle.

"Anyway, this week I want you to sing a song about any leftover, deep seated angers you have. And I am going to demonstrate, because I'm still livid with Terri. So I will be singing Christina Perry's Jar of Hearts.

"But Mr. Schuester, that's a woman's song." Rachel says in the annoying tone of hers.

"I know, but it still expresses my anger, and how I'm still mad at Terri. Songs have no gender."

Rachel shrugs. Mr. Schue looks at Brad and nods. Brad starts the Jar of Hearts sound and when the time comes, Mr. Schuester starts belting out.

I know I can't take one more step towards youCause all that's waiting is regretAnd don't you know I'm not your ghost anymoreYou lost the love I loved the mostI learned to live half aliveAnd now you want me one more timeAnd who do you think you areRunning 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of heartsAnd tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soulSo don't come back for meWho do you think you areI hear you're asking all aroundIf I am anywhere to be foundBut I have grown too strongTo ever fall back in your armsAnd learn to live half aliveAnd now you want me one more timeAnd who do you think you areRunning 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of heartsAnd tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soulSo don't come back for meWho do you think you areDear, it took so long just to feel alrightRemember how to put back the light in my eyesI wish I had missed the first time that we kissedCause you broke all your promisesAnd now you're backYou don't get to get me backAnd who do you think you areRunning 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of heartsAnd tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soulSo don't come back for meDon't come back at allAnd who do you think you areRunning 'round leaving scarsCollecting your jar of heartsAnd tearing love apartYou're gonna catch a coldFrom the ice inside your soulDon't come back for meDon't come back at allWho do you think you are?Who do you think you are?Who do you think you are?

When Mr. Schue is finished, I spot a tear roll down his cheek. This is not a time to critique the fact that he was sharp and this song did not fit his vocal range. Oh, God, I sound like Rachel.

"Mr. Schue, that was intense," Finn says with a dumb look on his face.

"That would be the point," Mr. Schue says as he wipes another tear away from his face.

The bell rings. Time to find a good song about teen pregnancy.

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