Hi All! This is an edited repost of my soon to be deleted story, Who's The Father. This story is a bit different from Who's The Father but pretty much has the same overall premise. This story begins about a week before Regionals. In general the differences from canon and this story are, other than the obvious, Mr. Schuester not sleeping on the mattress, Shelby not being introduced by Jesse, and a couple of other small things that I think you will notice on your own. Please review, I love to know what you are thinking. I basically have the first 10 chapters written but any plot suggestions would be much appreciated. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee. I wish I owned Glee. But I don't :(

Her hands shook as she opened the small, rectangular, white box. She knew she couldn't put this off any longer. Twenty minutes was long enough. And she knew, no matter how long she put this off it wasn't going away. But this person, this wasn't Rachel. Rachel wouldn't be nervous about this, the only thing that should make her this nervous is if she was going to get the solo in glee club. Rachel was too focused on her dreams to ever let something like this happen. But this person is Rachel and this was happening, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it.

And she had definitely been trying to ignore it. During glee rehearsal she purposely devoted her full attention to the mind-blowing duet she and her boyfriend, Jesse, were going to knock the socks off the judges with. Once school was over she was glad to have another distraction in the form of a family movie outing with her dads. Leroy and Hiram Berry had a strong belief that Mondays always need a bit of brightening up so they often took their little princess out to dinner or a movie to make her Mondays better. And while he would never admit it, Rachel was pretty sure her dad Leroy's crush on the main lead had to do with her being able convince her daddies to take her to a romantic comedy. But once they returned home her distractions were gone and she was left with the fact that Rachel Barbra Berry hadn't had her period in much over a month. the fact that Rachel had been feeling nauseated for a couple of weeks. The fact that she had had sex over a month ago. The fact that burning a hole in her book bag was a pregnancy test.

It was 10:30 when Rachel finally fumbled around her in bag for the little box she had snatched from the school nurse when the elderly lady was turned around. She had thrown her bag on the floor and flopped onto the bed. She had laid there until she couldn't put it off any longer. She finally decided to suck it up and be brave.

She stood up and walked into the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as she possibly could. One of the best parts of being an only child, in her opinion, was her very spacious bedroom. She was able to have a nice bed, an exercise area, a changing space, and a full length mirror that she used to practice for when she was on Broadway or receiving an award as well as a pretty nice bathroom. However, Rachel wouldn't have noticed if her bathroom was all of the sudden an outhouse, she was to distracted by the task at hand.

Three minutes later, she couldn't wait any longer. She picked up the white stick and turned it over gently. She squeezed her eyes shut. Opening her eyes slowly, she turned her head down to look at the little stick holding her fate. Two pink lines. Rachel knew what that meant. She sat down and put her head down and let the tears rush out of her eyes. Rachel Barbra Berry was having a baby. Rachel Barbra Berry was pregnant.

The next day Rachel went to school as if it was any other day. As though her life hadn't just taken a 180 turn. As if she wasn't harboring the biggest secret of her life. She was very anxious walking into the school, it was as though she was waiting her something bad to happen. However, she made it through the first part of the day with only a bit nausea. It was glee rehearsal when her day took a nose dive. Rachel was singing an, in her words, inspiring, solo when all of the sudden her previously manageable nausea intensified and she felt her stomach lurch. Her eyes welled up with tears as she ran towards the bathroom leaving the rest of the glee club confused. A couple of people, including Mr. Schue, turned to Jesse, who still hadn't gotten up to follow her, for some sort of explanation.

"Jesse, do you know where Rachel went?"

"I hate to disappoint, but I am afraid, I don't."

"You gonna follow her St. James?" Santana snapped at him. "Someone needs to get the dwarf"

Jesse seemed to be contemplating Santana's comment, "No. She looked like she was going to be sick and I must admit that vomit makes me quite uncomfortable." Most of the club rolled their eyes.

"Will one of the girls please go check on Rachel." Mr. Schuester said, clearly ready to get back to work. No one volunteered. Quinn looked around. All of the girls seemed to be looking at they're laps, clearly avoiding contact. Brittany went to raise her hand but Santana pulled it down before she could. The awkwardness in the room was excruciating. Quinn hated uncomfortable pauses. Looking around to make sure no one else was going to offer Quinn spoke up.

"Fine. If no one else is going to go." Quinn pushed herself up from her chair and exited in the same path as Rachel.

The truth was the last thing Quinn wanted to do was get up and deal with an emotional Rachel Berry. Quinn Fabray, ex-HBIC, did not want to deal with repercussions of talking to Rachel. However, not for the reason you might think. Sure, Rachel was pretty obnoxious, self-centered, and big headed. But to tell the truth Quinn didn't really mind any of those things. What she did mind was the butterflies that seemed to appear in her stomach when ever she was near Rachel. It was easy to blame it on pregnancy hormones. But if Quinn was honest with herself, the butterflies had been there for quite a bit longer than her pregnancy.

As she neared the bathroom a sound had any thoughts of reluctance to console Rachel gone. A pitiful sob, that could be heard through the bathroom door. She felt her heartbreak as the depressing noise filled her ears. She quickly opened the bathroom door.

"Rachel?" She called out. No response. She walked further into the bathroom. There was Rachel crouched down on her knees leaning in front of the toilet bowl. Her head was resting in her hands, her tiny skirt showing a nice view of her toned thighs. Quinn subconsciously took note of how good her butt looked in the plaid. "Rachel are you okay?" For the first time Rachel seemed to realize she wasn't alone and turned to face Quinn.

"Thank you for asking but I am perfectly fine, thank you Quinn. Please leave me to clean up and I will be back in rehearsal in just a couple of minutes." Quinn noticed how Rachel's eyes drifted to the blonde girl's swollen stomach as she talked. She wasn't about to leave without getting the shorter girl to talk to her.

"What's going on, Rachel?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. Thank you for your concern but it is not needed. And while I don't wish to be rude I must admit I am not quite sure as to why you are here in the first place." Quinn looked at Rachel. Her eyes seemed sad. They were filled with tears as if she was waiting for Quinn to leave to let the tears pour out of her eyes. Looking into her eyes she recognized something in those eyes. They were the same eyes that Quinn had saw in her reflection when she looked in the mirror during the early months of her pregnancy. Suddenly the piece seemed to fit together. The nausea, the sadness, the attention to Quinn's stomach.

"What's going on, Rachel?" She repeated. Nothing. Maybe she was wrong. Oh how she hoped she was wrong. Wasn't that girl from her Chem. class out with the stomach flu? Maybe Rachel had that. Quinn looked again at Rachel's broken expression. Or maybe not. "Rachel, I know you don't think you can trust me. But... please just tell me." Rachel started crying.

"I'm... I'm..." Rachel's eyes were now pouring with tears.

"Rachel, are you pregnant?" Quinn felt her heart break as Rachel let out a sob. Quinn realized that the chances of Rachel being honest with her were slim. Why should she trust her? Quinn had been nothing but terrible to her for years. But Rachel did something that shocked her. A simple example of body language that people used everyday. But Quinn would never forget the image that she was to see. She would never remember that moment when Rachel nodded. Quinn felt her heart break. Again.

"Oh, Rachel..." Quinn pulled Rachel into the closest hug she could with her own huge bump. "It's going to be okay. I promise... It's going to be okay." Rachel felt her body slump into Quinn's.

They stayed there like that for the rest of the period. Neither girl saw any reason to leave. The last thing Rachel wanted to do was go back to glee and have to explain her abrupt exit. And Quinn... well Quinn liked the feeling of having Rachel in her arms. So they stayed there. Mr. Schue and the glee kids would just have to deal. Too soon for both girl's liking, the bell rang and Quinn helped Rachel clean up.

"You don't have to go back to class. Just say you don't feel well and go to the nurse."

"I'm okay. I can do this."

"Yeah... you can." If anyone could Rachel could. Rachel was the toughest girl Quinn knew. With one last hug, the two separated and headed off to their separate classes. Halfway through the hallways Quinn turned around.

"Rachel." She called. Rachel pivoted around, clearly a little confused.

"I'm so sorry." Quinn said simply.

"I know you are." Rachel said with a small little smile that Quinn though was adorable. Not that Quinn didn't like her average huge smile, it was just that she liked the idea of Rachel feeling comfortable being vulnerable with her. There was something about that small little smile that let Quinn know that Rachel understood what Quinn meant with that apology. Rachel understood that that apology was for everything. All of the pain she had caused. She realized it wouldn't go away with a small apology. However, in that moment she vowed to make it up to Rachel. No matter how long it took.

And with that, Quinn headed off the Pre-Calculus. But her mind was far from numbers.

This couldn't be happening. Not to Rachel. To determined, gifted, smart, Rachel. She would never want what had happened to her to happen to anyone, including, maybe even especially, Rachel. It felt like something had fallen on her, like the terrible news was bricks and they just fell onto her shoulders. Quinn knew she was too upset about this, maybe it was hormones, or maybe it was the fact that she really did care about Rachel more than she would admit. Her mind was racing.

"Ms. Fabray. Ms. Fabray?" The teacher called. Quinn's attention was pulled back to class.

"Sorry?"

"Ms. Fabray, I was asking if you could please help us solve the problem on the board." Crap. Quinn quickly tried to orient herself to the problem. She felt everybody's eyes on her.

"Um... just a second."

"Ms. Fabray, I do not have time for you to not be paying attention." The teacher looked at her and sighed. It was almost as if she was expecting Quinn to not understand. Like Quinn get pregnant and some how made her stupid as well. Regardless of the teacher's rudeness Quinn was still ashamed as was the first one to stand up when the teacher dismissed them.

After school Quinn called Rachel. She wanted to talk with Rachel in a less emotional setting. She felt she owed Rachel her friendship and support and she was determined to give it. The two met in Rachel's selection of location, the choir room.

"Hello Quinn."

"Hey Rach. How are you?"

"Feeling better than before, thank you for asking." Quinn decided that was enough small talk. She decided to pull out the big questions.

"I thought you were still a virgin." Quinn questioned

"I'm… I'm not a virgin." Rachel whispered. Immediately Quinn felt bad for saying that. She shouldn't have assumed. She just thought after what Rachel had said to all the girls before glee club about Jesse that she was and that wasn't fair. She also didn't know why the fact that Rachel wasn't a virgin made her sick to her stomach.

"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have…" Quinn sat down next to Rachel quietly but in her head was nothing but screams. She knew Rachel was annoying and bossy but she also knew Rachel was intelligent and Rachel was safe and Quinn could not believe perfect little Rachel was pregnant. It had to be a mistake. Then she pictured Rachel with her own current body. She felt a guilty stab of happiness at this before remembering that she no longer was jealous of Rachel. She had Puck and she loved Puck and honestly, she wouldn't have cared if Finn had moved on to another girl but she had never liked the idea of Finn with Rachel, she just couldn't explain it. Rachel broke the silence.

"Quinn..." Rachel stammered, tears falling from her face. She pulled Rachel in her arms and hugged her tightly trying to silently convey everything she couldn't put into words. The hug, while to an outsider would look like to friends hugging, contained a touch of intimacy neither girl could describe.

"Rach..." Quinn whispered in her ear as she held her tightly. The hot air from Quinn's lips had the hair on the back of Rachel's neck standing up straight. Her whole brain was sending off warning signs, tell her to back down that this was too close. She let herself enjoy Quinn's embrace before she pulled away gently and fixed her position on one of the scuffed up choir room risers.

"What am I going to do?" She asked looking into Quinn's eyes as if those beautiful hazel eyes contained all of the answers. For a second she felt like they did. She felt if she just kept staring in Quinn's gorgeous eyes all of her problems would be solved. But that was illogical. And Rachel didn't do illogical.

"Rachel, this sucks. I know, like seriously I know. But your life isn't over." Rachel broke her gaze into Quinn's eyes and her eyes trailed down to where Quinn's baby bump was. She was so glad Mr. Schue had sent Quinn to check on her. Fate, in the form of a high school spanish teacher, had just changed to girl's lives. She just couldn't think of anything to say, for maybe the first time in her life. There was no words strong enough to thank Quinn so she just looked right into those gorgeous eyes. And in that moment Quinn knew what she was saying. But there was something she needed to say.

"Please don't tell."

"I won't! You know I won't. But you also know that they will find out one day."

"Yes I know. But just not today... Or tomorrow. Or any time soon." Rachel said looking at the ground. She was ashamed of herself. She should be able to trust the people she loved. But for some reason she just couldn't trust anyone but Quinn yet. Quinn had some sort of safety about her that the others didn't. It was strange as for so many years Quinn had represented anything but safety, she had represented the torture she had faced at school, the loneliness. For Quinn to represent friendship was so radical it was hard for Rachel to believe this wasn't some sort of twisted dream.

Quinn didn't know what to say. She knew what she wanted to ask but she didn't. She held tight and started rubbing her stomach unintentionally. Rachel noticed and her eyes fell downward once again. Quinn stopped. She needed to say something.

"Of all the glee girls who would have expected US to be the pregnant ones. I was sure Santana or Britt would be pregnant before me." Quinn said with a false cheery tone and an even more fake smile.

"Quinn..."

"I know."

The two sat in silence for a while. Rachel looked at her hands and Quinn looked at a small chip in the paint on the wall. After a couple of minutes of silence, not the uncomfortable kind but the calming kind, Rachel stood up and announced she was thirsty. Quinn stood too and followed her to the closest water fountain.

As Rachel was drinking Quinn looked at the clock above the water fountain. 3:30. Quinn had a date with Puck that she was now seriously dreading that she now needed to get ready for. Normally she would just cancel with Puck but she felt a little bad for having canceled on him the last three times he had offered to take her out. Quinn walked up to Rachel and told her she really needed to get going but to call her if she needed anything. Rachel nodded. Quinn walked to the door and was about to leave when Rachel stopped her.

"Quinn I know we're not really friends but, thank you so much for helping me."

"Rachel, I need you to know that we are friends. Everything I did to you, I want that to be in the past. I really just want to be your friend."

Rachel gave the faintest trace of a smile, the first one since she found out she was pregnant. Quinn was literally out the door when it burst out. The question she had been holding in.

"Rachel, who's the father?"

Rachel looked at her shoes once more and felt her face turn red with shame. Which it shouldn't. It wasn't as if the father wasn't her boyfriend. It wasn't as if she was planning on lying about the paternity as Quinn had. There was not reason for her to be embarrassed but she still was when she uttered his name.

"Jesse."

"Not Finn, then."

"No... Jesse." New tears were forming in Rachel's eyes. "There's now way he's going to stay with me is there?"

"I... I don't know, Rach."