The Calm Before The Storm

Sunday - December 2nd - Week 5

"Okay, nothing is wrong, everything will be fine," future Broadway star Rachel Berry muttered to herself as she sunk exhaustedly to the closed lid of her en suite toilet. In all honesty, Rachel knew this was a lie. The past few hours had been the most stressful of the young singers' life, so far; anxiously waiting for her fathers to leave for work earlier that Sunday morning, driving to the next town over to buy three pregnancy tests; two of which were locked away in her bathroom counters' top draw, to driving home.

She looked up from her position and fixed her gaze to her bathroom mirror. Nothing was 'fine' with the reflection she was greeted with; there she was, sitting in her bathroom with a pregnancy test in her hands. Everything was wrong with this.

The ticking of her watch became her only concern as she counted down the remaining minute and half before fixing her gaze onto the white stick.

She whimpered. A small yellow smiley face had made itself visible, positive; just like the other two sticks. With every moment she looked at the smiley, she felt her world crash down around her, the smiley was mocking her. You're screwed now; there goes your future out of Lima. it told her. The image of the stupid smiling face burned into her mind as tears began to flow freely down her cheeks, her heart beating as though it wanted out of her chest. She stood from the toilet and locked the mocking stick in the drawer with the other two equally as taunting sticks.

What was she going to do?

She could see it all now, her fathers' disappointment; possibly kicking her out, the taunts she would receive from the student population at McKinley.

Rachel grabbed her cell phone from her bedside table before she crawled into her bed, burying herself within the safety of the covers.

"Hello?"

"Santana?" Rachel didn't know what she was doing anymore. Sure, Santana and she were now in some weird sort of friendship but she didn't know what going to Santana was going to do.

"Berry? Are you okay?"

"Santana, are you able to come over? I know we're not great friends but I kind of need you."

"Sure."


Santana was outside Rachel's house twenty minutes later. She didn't know what to expect when she knocked on the door, was Rachel hurt or...?

Rachel swung the door open and Santana took in her appearance with a shocked expression planted on her face. There was mascara running down Rachel's cheeks, her skirt and sweater were slightly askew and her hair was a mess.

Rachel turned and walked away towards the stairs without a word leaving her mouth. Santana closed the door and followed the brunette's path up to her bedroom where she found Rachel crawled up into a ball on the bed.

The Latina approached the distressed ball with caution. What was she supposed to do? She and Rachel weren't enemies anymore but they sure as hell weren't the best of friends. "What happened?" she asked sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Rachel rolled away from Santana; she couldn't take anyone looking into her guilt filled eyes right now, she sobbed out a broken line of incomprehensible words.

Santana gently placed her hand on Rachel's exposed upper arm, "Rachel," she said warmly, squeezing the singer's arm a little in conern.

"I'm pregnant," Rachel chocked out then turned her face more into her pillow. What was she thinking? Santana wouldn't care.

Santana's jaw dropped, Rachel Berry pregnant at sixteen was something you didn't want to hear or want to happen. Santana always knew, even when she hated the small brunette, she always knew Rachel would make it far out of Lima but not if she had a baby holding her back.

"Okaaay," Santana dragged out trying to think of what to say. What exactly do you say to someone in this situation whilst trying to maintain maximum badass- ness? "Whose ass am I kicking then?"

Rachel chuckled, 'Typical Santana.' Her laugh, just as quickly as it appeared, faded. "Would it be a bad thing to say that I didn't know?"

Santana pulled on Rachel's arm to turn her over. She searched the smaller girls eye's for any sort of hint that she was joking. All she was met with were remorseful, searching, brown eyes filled with tears.

Rachel squeezed her eyes tightly shut as soon as she locked eyes with the Latina, "What is happening to me!?" she cried out.

The raven haired Head Cheerio dropped all of her tough outer shell and pulled Rachel into her arms. "Shh, it's okay Rach, we'll figure this out," Santana cooed, "When did 'it' happen?"

Rachel pushed out of the embrace and smiled; Santana cared. "A couple of weeks ago... Remember Puck's Halloween party?" Santana nodded, "That's when."

A light bulb lit up in Santana's head, "Costumes and booze; never a good mix. To be honest Berry, I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do here."

"I'm not sure why I even called you to be honest," Rachel smiled.

Santana scoffed playfully, "Well then."

Rachel laughed as she reached behind her for a tissue. "I was thinking; I've heard you claim never sleeping after these parties in order to keep yourself from a hangover."

"I try."

"Well, the next morning I woke up alone and I was wondering-"

"If I saw anyone?" Rachel nodded; drying her eyes, "I saw lots of people leaving the next morning. Where exactly did you wake?"

Rachel blushed, "Puck's bedroom, his bed is surprisingly comfortable."

Santana smiled at the comment, "Well, I caught sight of Quinn just as she ran down the stairs and out the door that morning. Maybe you should ask her if she saw anyone else."

"Thank-you, Santana."

Santana chewed her lip nervously "Do you-uhm-do you want another hug?" she asked opening her arms again. Rachel smiled and embraced Santana; she liked this side of the normally emotionless girl. "You'll be fine, I'm sure Glee club will be here for you."

Rachel pulled away and looked seriously into Santana's eyes, "I'm sure they will but can we just keep this between ourselves for now? At least until I find out who is fathering this baby."

Santana smiled, "Of course," she whispered before pulling Rachel into another hug.


It was already ten that night by the time Santana left and Rachel's fathers' had come home. They knocked on Rachel's door only to be met with a locked handle and a muffled "I've just gotten into bed."

In the darkness of the room, Rachel was clutching onto her pillow and burying her face into its softness. The only thought in her mind was how she was supposed to talk to Quinn, especially if it involved telling the short haired blonde she was pregnant. It was bad enough having told Santana but she seemed like she generally cared, Quinn on the other hand didn't seem the type to flip sides so quickly.

There once was a day where Rachel was always hassled by Quinn Fabray, those days were over now. They were kind of friends now just like she was kind of friends with Santana but Santana only followed what Quinn would do mainly because they were best friends, mainly because they were both typical high school jocks.

She laughed quietly to herself as she imagined Quinn with Santana at her side as well as their other best friend Brittany. The 'Unholy Trinity' ruled McKinley, Rachel always wondered why Quinn never joined her friends on the cheer squad and instead joined the soccer team then again Rachel didn't know much about Quinn Fabray. She seemed like a typical teenager in Rachel's eyes, smart, beautiful, so unnaturally beautiful.

Exhaustion quickly overcame Rachel as she dwelled on her thoughts of the blonde. She had been crying for a good part of the day and it was eleven, two hours past her normal bedtime regime; she needed sleep.


Monday - December 3rd - Week 5

Rachel awoke groggily the next morning, choosing to skip her morning workout. It was bad enough she was pregnant, it was even worse that it was a Monday; she stood from her bed and walked into the bathroom for a much needed shower. Once she found the right temperature she turned to her mirror and proceeded to undress. She couldn't stand the broken reflection she was met with, her eyes were red and puffy, her hair was extremely frizzy and lines of mascara stained her cheeks.

Wincing as the hot water hit her tired body, Rachel thought through her plan of action for the day.

'One, track Quinn down; Santana said something about her always being in the locker room every morning.
Two, find out what she knows and who she saw.
Three, track down the boy and KILL HIM!'


McKinley was unfamiliarly quiet as Rachel walked sluggishly down the halls; emotionally drained from yesterday's activities. She stopped promptly outside the girls' locker room and took a moment to run through her plan.

"Be straight forward, just tell her and demand answers," she told herself before pushing through the locker room door.

Rachel froze as she rounded the corner of a row of lockers. She let out a surprise squeak at the site she was met with.

Quinn Fabray stood clad in a towel, water dripping from her hair onto her shoulders. She turned and faced Rachel in her attempt to find where the squeak had come from; hoping a mouse wasn't lurking in the locker room.

Both of the girls' eyes widened when they locked, Rachel had just casually been checking out Quinn while she was preparing to dry herself in what Quinn assumed to be an empty locker room.

"Rachel! What the fuck are you doing in here!" Quinn asked as she desperately pulled the towel tighter around her body.

Rachel shielded her eyes, hoping it also shielded her blush, "I apologise Quinn, I wasn't expecting you to be in a state of undress."

"It's the girls' locker room, what were you expecting? What are you doing in here anyway? Last time I heard, your only school activity other than mandatory gym was all the arts; none of which involve the locker room."

Rachel cursed herself, "I apologise again but I really must speak with you."

Quinn rolled her eyes and sighed, "Sounds important, can you at least give me a minute to finish?" Rachel nodded and smiled, Quinn was going to talk to her. "Do you mind?" Quinn raised an expectant eyebrow.

'Crap.' she had been smiling like an idiot whilst a practically naked Quinn Fabray stood in front of her. 'Real smooth Rachel.' "I'll be outside."

Rachel waited nervously outside of the locker room, tapping her fingers anxiously against the wall she was leaning against. She had gotten Quinn Fabray to have a conversation with her.

'Surely Quinn is on mind altering drugs.'

"So pervert," Rachel was dragged from her thought, "What's got you peeking on me in the locker room?" Quinn joked as she emerged from said room to stand in front of Rachel.

Rachel huffed in response, "For your information Quinn Fabray, I was not expecting you to be-well... as you were."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "As I said before, it is the locker room, what do you think goes on in there? Anyway, what do you want?"

Taking a breath, Rachel squared her shoulders and stood up straight. Quinn standing in front of her, however casual she was, was still terrifying to the small diva. "Do you remember Puck's Halloween party?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

'Oh, you know. The usual: accidental teen pregnancy with an unknown father.' Rachel honestly didn't know what to say to the curious blonde. "Well, uhm-"

RING

Both Quinn and Rachel jumped at the sound of the morning bell. Time really flew by when you were practically trapped against a wall by your 'enemy'.

"I'm sorry Berry; my class is on the other side of the school. Sit with me in Spanish and we can finish this, yeah?"

Rachel only managed a nod as the soccer captain practically ran from her. Did this really just happen? Did Quinn 'Head Bitch in Charge' Fabray just order Rachel 'Man-Hands' Berry to sit with her? Not as much as order but ask nicely.

'She must be on drugs.' Rachel thought before moving to her morning class.


Her first class ticked by incredibly slowly; surely God was testing her patients. Rachel just wanted to get the Quinn interrogation over with quickly which is probably why she practically sprinted to Mr Shue's classroom.

She stopped in the doorway and surveyed the room for Quinn.

'Azimo, stoner kid, Brittany, Santana... Quinn!'

It took Rachel a good minute to spot the blonde in the back row. Normally Rachel would protest to such a seating arrangement but given the conversation topic she was about to have she didn't really care; much.

"May I sit?" Rachel gestured to the empty seat next to Quinn.

The blonde looked up from her textbook and smiled, she smiled! 'Yep, definitely drugs.'

"I said you could, remember?"

Rachel nodded before smoothing the back of her skirt and sitting. How would she bring up the conversation from this morning?

"So, what was it about Puck's party?"

Okay, so Quinn was obviously still stuck on the subject as well. "Well, just that-well." Rachel's hands shook as she set them atop the two person desk.

Quinn watched her carefully as she brought her hand to Rachel's to steady it, "Rachel?"

"Did you happen to see me with anyone?" it came out more as one word. To say Rachel was nervous was an understatement.

"Anyone in particular?"

Rachel took a deep breath which felt like heaven, when had she stopped breathing? "I had sexual intercourse that night," she mumbled.

The soccer star leaned away from her. Rachel took in her reaction, the girl looked scared and nervous more than shocked.

"And?" Quinn eyed her suspiciously.

Rachel swallowed the enormous dry lump in her throat. It was getting hot in that room. "Well, I'm... I'm pregnant," she choked out, trying to stop tears from flowing. She had cried enough yesterday, she didn't need to now.

Quinn's jaw dropped; the reaction Rachel was expecting when she had said she had sex in the first place.

"It's not like I don't remember doing it, I just don't know who it was." Deciphering who was dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow was harder than it looked; 'So much make-up around the eyes!'

Rachel took Quinn's silence as the blonde trying to come up with a sufficient insult. What else would Quinn think when it came to Rachel?

"I'm sorry Quinn, you don't need to know my prob-"

Quinn shook her head, coming out from her thoughts. "No, I'm sorry I just..." she trailed off.

"Did you see me with anyone?" Rachel's tone resembled somewhat of a beggar on the street. She was desperate now; she needed to know who was dressed in that pirate outfit.

"I, uh-yes but..." Quinn stammered. She looked as nervous as Rachel did, but why? Quinn's eyes darted around the room; looking anywhere Rachel wasn't.

"Quinn?"

Quinn began to gather her things, it was the middle of class; what was she doing? "Mr Shue, I have to go. I'm not feeling too well." And without another word or look from the blonde, she was gone.

Rachel sat frozen in her seat, a million thoughts running through her mind. What had happened? Why did Quinn look so nervous? Upset? Worried?

"Rachel?"

She snapped her attention to Santana who had taken the seat next to her. Rachel couldn't hold back the tears anymore and the day had only just started. Santana's arms wrapped around the small diva and excused them from class. With a confused nod from Mr Shue, she led Rachel to the auditorium.

"What happened?" Santana asked as they sat in the back row of seats. Rachel looked through her tears to the stage, although no one was using the area it was illuminated by the many lights that hung from the ceiling.

She cried harder, the stage was her life. She didn't know what she was going to do. Would she keep the baby? Abortion wasn't an option in her mind, she didn't like the slaughter of animals; how would she be able to handle the premature killing of her baby? Adoption was her best chance or keeping and raising the baby herself; she would have to discuss this with her fathers'.

'Oh God, Dad and Daddy,' she thought burying her head further into Santana's neck. The Latina held her tighter when the fresh round of tears began.

Santana kissed her temple, "What happened?" she reiterated.

Rachel shook her head, "Nothing, nothing happened. She just stood up and left, she didn't tell me anything!" she sobbed, "She knows something though, I could see it."

"Just stay here until lunch, okay?"

Rachel nodded, knowing Santana was in her next class and that she would tell her teacher why Rachel wasn't there.

With one last squeeze, Santana left Rachel; assumedly to go back to class but the Latina had different plans.


Santana decided to skip the rest of her class in favour of finding her best friend. She checked all empty classrooms she could find and all the bathrooms. No sign of Quinn in any of the locations.

She stumbled out onto the schools soccer field and spotted the soccer captain viciously kicking soccer balls into the practice net. Why was she so angry?

"Q?" Santana approached the seething blonde with caution in hopes to not get a ball to the face.

Quinn ignored her. She was too caught up in her own thoughts to care what was happening around her. Rachel was pregnant? How could she be pregnant? She felt someone pull on her arm and she swung her right fist at the intrusion.

Santana caught the fist. 'Really Quinn?' She lived in Lima Heights Adjacent, she knew how to protect herself and fight back if necessary, Quinn should know better. "What the fuck Q!" She threw the blonde's hand back at her.

"Just get away from me S!"

"What? No, fuck that. What the hell is your problem?"

Quinn knew it wasn't a good idea to be angry while knowing Rachel's secret, at least Quinn assumed it was a secret but she couldn't help it. "Rachel's pregnant Santana, she's pregnant."

Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "I know Q, she called me yesterday."

"What? Why?"

The Cheerio sighed, "I'm not sure but she needed a friend and besides gossip queens' Mercedes and Kurt I'm the next closest thing she has to a friend."

Quinn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "When did that happen?"

Santana didn't like where this conversation was heading. She had talked about feelings more in the past day and a bit than she had in her entire life. But she didn't care anymore, Rachel needed a friend and Q obviously needed answers as well. Quinn was probably wondering why Rachel had gone to either of the girls in the first place regardless of any type of friendship; they had made Rachel's life a living hell so far.

"A couple of weeks ago I was having trouble figuring out some things, Rachel and her fathers' helped me."

"Oh." Quinn knew about the touchy subject of the Cheerios' sexuality and she didn't want to push Santana any more than she was probably already pushing herself.

"Yeah, now tell me why you left Rachel the way you did. She desperately needs your help Quinn."

Quinn stared at the Latina, trying so hard to understand what she was talking about. Why would Rachel need her help? She couldn't possibly know about Quinn's secret so there was no reason for Rachel to suspect her for anything.

"She doesn't know who the father is Q, as far as I know you're the only one who came down those stairs the next morning."

All the air left Quinn's lungs, she felt like she had been punched in the gut. She knew she had to answer the Latina but she thought Santana would have caught on by now. Besides her close family; being her parents and sister as well as her brother-in-law, and her doctors, Santana was the only other person who knew of her secret.

Quinn Fabray was an ordinary teenage girl with one difference; she was born with a penis. A fully functioning penis that she had grown to accept over time but now she wanted nothing more than to just cut it off; as painful as that would be. She was born that way and she didn't care that she couldn't be on the cheer squad like her friends; in fear of accidental boners, she didn't care she had to wear board shorts over her bikini bottoms but now she did care that she had accidentally gotten a girl pregnant.

Quinn was Captain Jack Sparrow that night, she had hooked up with Rachel who was dressed as Tinkerbell, how could she resist Rachel in her short green dress? The soccer star was just thankful that with a fake wig of dreads, a hat and glued on facial hair as well as dark black paint around her eyes hid her true identity. She knew for a fact Rachel wouldn't have even talked to her that night if it weren't for her costume hiding her face. Quinn hadn't meant to sleep with Rachel but alcohol was a bad mix with suppressed feelings; feelings that she had tried to block out by taunting and teasing the smaller girl; whenever she had the chance.

"Fabray? - Fabray!"

Quinn was pulled from her thoughts by Santana annoyingly clicking her fingers in front of her face. "Really Santana? You haven't caught on yet... You've known me for how many years and you still haven't figured it out?"

Santana stared at Quinn, what the hell was she on about? "I have no idea-" Quinn gestured to her nether regions. The Latina's eyes went wide, Quinn couldn't be serious. "Really, Fabray?"

Quinn looked at the ground, "Yeah," she muttered.

Santana's fists clenched, "What were you thinking! I'm certain that Michael taught you how to be safe and everything! Wasn't that why he stayed with you guys a lot when you turned thirteen? Didn't your mother beg Frannie to ask him to help you! Tengo muchas ganas de golpearte ahora mismo!"

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes, "I know, I fucked up but what am I supposed to do?" A stinging sensation made itself known on Quinn's left cheek and her head immediately shot to the right. Santana's hand was held mid-air as she watched Quinn's face contort in pain, she had slapped her; hard. "What the fu-"

"What are 'you' going to do? What about Rachel, Quinn? What is she going to do?" Santana was trying so hard not to knock the blonde to the ground because of how selfish she sounded. "I'll tell you what you're going to do, you're going to go and tell Rachel everything."

"But S-"

"No!" Santana poked Quinn in the chest, "You are going to tell her anything and everything she wants to know. Why? Because she is going to need you, you're both at fault here and you are not going to let her go through this alone. She's already tormented enough and it's about to get a whole lot worse."

Quinn nodded, "Can it wait a couple days?"

Santana growled, was Quinn joking right now? "Why?"

"This isn't only bad for her, you know? I am a girl, Santana; one with a penis," Quinn whispered as second class was starting and people were making their way out onto the field. "It's as frightening for me as it is for her."

Santana sighed, Quinn had a point. This would be just as tough on her, not only would Rachel have to learn her secret but probably her dads' as well. Not that Santana thought Leroy and Hiram Berry would ever shut Quinn out because she was different but it's not every day in Lima where you meet someone as 'different' as Quinn Fabray.

"Please, S."

"You tell her before Friday or I'll come looking for you."

Quinn nodded; she had a couple of days to figure out how she would tell Rachel. 'This would be so much easier if I was a guy.'


Thursday - December 6th - Week 5

Tuesday and Wednesday had gone by extremely fast for the brunette. She hadn't seen Quinn since Monday and when questioning Santana about it all she was given was, "She needs some time."

What did that even mean? Why did Quinn need time? Rachel was running out of time, she still needed to schedule an appointment to confirm the pregnancy and she wanted to know who the father was beforehand.

Rachel decided she was sick of waiting by the time Thursday afternoon came around. It was a big night for the soccer team; it was a game against their rivals from Carmel High. The diva knew Quinn wouldn't-couldn't- miss that otherwise she would have her ass handed to her by the coach.

The brunette knew it wasn't a good idea to talk to Quinn before the game; she would already have enough things to think about. This is why Rachel found herself in the stands of the school's soccer field; surrounded by her loud, obnoxious and overly perverted peers. Well the boys were perverted, the girls mainly just rolled their eyes at every comment and cheered harder as if trying to make up for the boys lack of spirit.

Rachel watched Quinn intently throughout the game. Quinn was what Rachel had been told the 'Striker'. There was no denying that Rachel cheered every time Quinn scored, the blonde was just amazing. She watched as Quinn worked the ball through her legs and around the opposing team's players with great ease. To be honest with herself, Rachel couldn't deny that she was becoming a little aroused at watching Quinn play. Rachel always thought Quinn was beautiful but now; as the blonde showed off her moves, she couldn't help but wish she was the sweat trickling down the girl's chest. How she wished she could blame the pregnancy hormones but Rachel couldn't deny having harboured feelings for the soccer captain for some time now; even when Quinn ordered wave after wave of slushie and insult attacks, Rachel didn't think twice about if the blonde had asked for forgiveness that she would forgive her immediately.

The final siren rang and pulled Rachel from her thoughts, she watched as everyone made their way out onto the field to celebrate McKinley's win. Quinn was hoisted onto her teammates' shoulders and she let out a triumphant "YEAH!" while pumping her fists into the air. Rachel couldn't help but smile at the ecstatic captain, her smile soon faded as she locked eyes with Quinn.

Quinn's smile seemed to disappear when her eyes met Rachel's and the smaller girl couldn't figure out why. Why was Quinn acting so weird about her 'situation'?

Quinn was set on the ground by her teammates and Rachel swore her heart stopped when she saw the blonde make her way through the crowd towards her.

"So, you wanted to talk?"

Rachel could honestly slap the blonde if she wasn't so sure Quinn could kick her ass. "I wanted to talk on Monday but tonight I demand that you tell me everything you know."

Quinn hung her head lowly, "I'm sorry about that."

"You don't know how much it took for me to say those words Quinn then you just got up and left. It's bad enough my trust with you is non-existent but that fact that you just got up and left without a word just showed how much you really hate me."

Quinn pulled Rachel along with her to sit back down on the stands. The cheering, excited crowd was dispersing now and she couldn't wait to be alone with Rachel. Actually, she could because then she wouldn't be so inclined to tell Rachel everything. "I don't hate you."

"Oh please, you do Quinn. You don't think after three years of torture I wouldn't have picked up on it by now? I'm just glad I have Santana, she stayed and talked to me, held me even, and all I was asking from you was a simple name."

Quinn took Rachel's hand in hers, "I could never-" Rachel yanked her hand from Quinn's so fast she thought her wrist was dislocated, "-hate you."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "So the slushies are how you show friendship? The names you created were just pet names?" The brunette just couldn't for the life of her understand Quinn's angle. Did she even have an angle? 'These must be some hard-core drugs.'

"I will tell you everything you want to know but you have to have an open mind and you have to listen." Quinn could be home right now, celebrating with her mother; but no. She was here with a pregnant Rachel Berry because of her crazy Latina best friend because in all honesty, she scared the hell out of her. 'Freaking razor blades in her hair.'

Rachel sighed and fidgeted with her fingers in her lap, "I just want to know who you saw Quinn, you obviously saw someone with the reaction you gave me. Is he really that bad? Oh God, please tell me it wasn't Karofsky or Azimo because I swear if it is I am going to-mmphmmll."

Quinn clasped her hand over Rachel's mouth, "Calm down, it wasn't either one. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't know how to be as good as Captain Jack Sparrow."

Rachel's eyebrows rose, "So you do know who it is?"

Quinn nodded, "I do."

The small diva groaned in frustration, "Can you get on with it please, so I can go and cut their privates off!"

Right now Quinn was juggling her options between Santana kicking her ass or Rachel cutting her privates off. She sighed, this was it; it was time. This would change her life forever, it wasn't everyday she told someone her big secret. Santana only had found out because of some morning wood at a sleep over at the age of thirteen. That was when Frannie's boyfriend; now husband, who her mother and Quinn adore like their own family was called into introduce Quinn to the world of adolescent male hormones.

"Can I tell you a secret Rachel?"

Rachel's expression turned from angry to confused to just plain curious, "Of course Quinn, I did share one rather large one with you so it would be good to have dirt on you for leverage purposes."

"Ihaveapenis!" Quinn knew Rachel wouldn't have caught that on the first go and by the look on Rachel's face she was correct.

"I'm sorry?"

"I. Have. A. Penis," she had to say each word with small breaths between; she knew if she had tried at normal pace it would've came out like the first time. "I was born with a penis Rachel; I'm a female with male parts. Down there," she whispered the last part as if she were still surrounded by people; she just wasn't used to saying the words out loud to anyone before. Sure, she had said it to herself in the mirror a lot in the past two days in preparation for when she told Rachel but this was the real deal. Rachel was sitting in front of her right now and her whole future involving the baby was entirely up to Rachel's reaction.

Rachel froze in front of Quinn, eyeing the blonde suspiciously. Surely this was some cruel joke; Quinn could not be serious right now. Quinn 'All the Boys Want Her' Fabray could not have a penis hidden under her soccer shorts. Just the thought of this made her crack up in hysterics; she clutched her sides in a desperate attempt to stop them from splitting because she was laughing so hard.

"This isn't funny Rachel," Quinn was feeling extremely uncomfortable and more self-conscious now, "It's the truth."

Rachel wiped away a tear that she had shed during her laughing fit, "Oh yeah, and I'm really Tinkerbell," she giggled.

Quinn's expression turned from light and vulnerable to frustrated and mad. Her cheeks were so red Rachel swore she was going to explode. "You want proof!" Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand again and cupped it over her privates, "There's your proof!"

Rachel gasped as her hand came into contact with Quinn's crotch, mainly because Quinn had placed her hand there but then she felt it. She felt the usually unnoticeable bulge as Quinn squeezed her hand in turn making her squeeze-well-Quinn.

Wide brown eyes met serious hazel ones. What was happening? In the space of five days it seemed as if Lima had been pulled into a worm hole and everyone turned crazy. She was pregnant and Quinn has a penis. 'QUINN HAS A PENIS!' Rachel tore her hand from Quinn's for the second time that night as if the unexpected bulge had burned her. Had it?

"Why are you telling me this?" Rachel questioned, her brown eyes searching Quinn's for something, anything to tell her she was crazy for her sudden thoughts.

"Because Rachel, it was me. Jack Sparrow was me. It's my baby."

Rachel slapped Quinn hard. "This isn't funny anymore Quinn, that-" she gestured to Quinn's crotch as she stood, "-is fake and I can't believe you would go to this much trouble just to humiliate me. Telling me you fathered my baby is just low, even for you. Going as far as wearing a fake penis is more humiliating for you than it is for me. GROW UP!" She turned away from Quinn and began making her way down the stands stairs; on the verge of tears. Why couldn't people just be honest with her?

"Rachel!" Quinn called leaning over the safety railing in front of her, "If you still don't believe me ask Santana!"

Rachel made her way to the school's parking lot and pulled out her phone. "Santana, can you come give me a ride home?" she spoke through her sobs.

"Sure, give me ten minutes, okay?" She knew that tone of Rachel's voice. It was the same tone she was met with on Sunday when she answered the brunette's call.

"Yeah, okay." Rachel shoved her phone into her jeans pocket and sunk to the gutter, she really didn't care how disgusting the ground was right now. How could Quinn do this? Why would she? Yes, humiliate Rachel with slushies and name calling but how could she go as low as she had?

Santana pulled up just as Quinn made her way into the parking lot, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder as she walked to her car.

Rachel looked up as she caught the sight of headlights in her peripheral vision and stood up.

Santana cut the engine and hurried out of the car. "Are you okay?" she asked making her way over to Rachel and embracing her. She could tell the brunette had been crying, her eyes were puffy and her nose was a tad red.

"She's such a liar!" Rachel yelled in Quinn's direction; the other side of the empty parking lot.

Santana's head whipped around so fast Quinn thought the Latina had done some serious spinal damage. Quinn froze as Santana made her way over to her.

'Watch her hands, if they go for her hair prepare to be cut,' Quinn thought to herself as she threw her duffel into the back seat of her car.

"What did you say to her!" Santana pushed Quinn against the side of her car. Rachel immediately snapped into action, she was angry at the blonde but not angry enough to see Santana go 'Lima Heights Adjacent' on her. She ran over to the two and gently pulled Santana off of Quinn.

"I told her the truth she just doesn't believe it, I practically shoved it into her hand and she doesn't believe me!" Quinn said accusingly at Rachel while leaning off of her car.

Rachel poked Quinn in the chest hard, effectively pushing her back against her car. "And you're lucky I don't press charges for sexual harassment!"

"Okay, Berry, calm down." Santana hooked her arms up under the small brunette's underarms and pulled her back, "Did you really tell her?" she questioned, eyeing Quinn closely for any signs her best friend was lying.

"Oh Lord, you are not siding with her are you!" Rachel yelled struggling against the Latina's hold.

Santana sighed, keeping her restraint on the diva easily. "I'm not taking sides Rachel, what did she tell you?" she questioned leaning a little to the side to see the girls face.

"I'm out of here, I'm sick of being called a liar and I have plans to alter now that pertain to my future," Quinn mumbled opening her driver's side door and collapsing into the seat. She slammed the door and started the car, with one last look at Rachel she backed out of her parking space and drove off. Quinn had desperately tried tonight, she was honest with Rachel for the first time and she was laughed at. She was laughed at for confessing her one big secret and now she finally felt how she had made Rachel feel; humiliated, scared, alone and helpless.

Santana released her grip on Rachel and turned her so they stood face to face. "What did she tell you?" she asked again, ducking her head a little to match Rachel's eye level.

Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, "That she's the father; I'm beginning to think Quinn has a drug problem. She told me this stupid little story of how she is intersex and that I'm having her baby. She even went as far as buying a strap on in attempt to have me believe her," Rachel scoffed, "I can't believe she made me cup it like that."

Santana ran her hands through her hair; Quinn had told Rachel everything and had gotten it thrown back in her face. Yes, Rachel had no reason to believe Quinn with the way she and herself had been treating the smaller girl over the past couple of years but she did need to know people weren't going to push her away because of her secret.

Rachel studied Santana's features before raising an eyebrow, "You believe her?"

"It's hard not to."

"What is wrong with-"

"I've seen it Rachel, I've seen it."

Rachel dropped her arms by her sides, defeated. "Really?" If this was true Rachel felt really bad now, she laughed at Quinn's story; she laughed!

"When we were thirteen I was sleeping over at Quinn's. When I woke up the next morning and looked over at her it was there, just creating a tent in her pyjama pants. I woke her up and she flipped out, not at the fact that she had morning wood but at the fact I was there. She shielded herself away from me, crawling up into a ball; much like you on Sunday. I could've done what everyone else in Lima would've done, I could've called her names and told other people but she looked so fragile; and she is my best friend. She had been keeping that secret for thirteen years, only having her family and doctors to talk to." Santana was on the verge of tears as she recounted the events in her head.

Rachel looked up into the Latina's eyes, tears building up in hers as well. "What did you do?" she asked, voice cracking.

Santana smiled, "I pulled her into a hug and said, "Quinn, you're my best friend and I don't care. I will love you until the day we die, Hermana." Then I told her my big secret so we were even. I reminded her everytime we saw each other that next week of school that I didn't care because she was my best-friend."

Rachel sniffled and wiped away the tears that were flowing freely now. Quinn had told her something important, something she would probably never tell anyone who didn't need to know and she had laughed and called her a liar. She had touched it and called it fake, which if she had said that to a guy would be taken as her questioning their man-hood which was not a good thing.

"Can you take me home now?" Rachel sobbed.

Santana nodded and draped an arm over Rachel's shoulders and led her back to her car. This pregnancy was going to be a storm and if this was the calm before it, Santana didn't want to know what was going to happen next.


"I might not come into school tomorrow," Rachel sighed as Santana pulled up out the front of her house.

The Latina nodded understandably.

"I laughed at her Santana; I laughed when Quinn told me her secret. I laughed and called it fake and called her a liar and told her to grow up." The tears were starting again; they never seemed to stop anymore. Rachel longed for just one day to be drama free but she knew that wasn't going to happen for a while.

"You didn't know, she treated you - wetreated you poorly and you had every right to react the way you did."

Rachel nodded and got out of the car, "Can you tell Quinn I'm sorry...?" she said leaning in through the open passenger side window.

Santana shook her head, "I'm sorry Rachel, but if you two are going to go through this pregnancy you need to fix mistakes between yourselves, not through me." She smiled softly at Rachel before putting the car into reverse and backing out of the driveway.

Rachel made her way into her house and sighed when she realized her Daddy Hiram was still awake; the more caring, emotional of the two dads'.

"Hi sweetie; how was the game?" he asked looking over his shoulder from his spot on the couch; in front of the television.

Rachel composed herself knowing that she was still relatively close to the door so he couldn't see her. "It was great, we won!" she exclaimed, a fake smile plastered across her face. "I'm really tired though and I think I've contracted a head cold so I'm going to go to bed."

Hiram twisted further to get a good look at his baby girl. "I think your right; your eyes are a little puffy and glazed over as well as your nose being just a tad red." Lucky it wasn't her Dad Leroy, the doctor of the family and most of the town; if it was, she was sure he would have known she had been crying instead of believing she had a head cold. She was even luckier that he had been away since Tuesday on a week-long conference and there was no way he could check on her tomorrow before work or school.

"Goodnight Daddy."

"Sweetie, make sure to drink lots of water, okay? And remember, I'm going to visit your Dad and stay with him until the conference is over tomorrow." There was no doubt in Hiram's mind that his daughter was sick, she wouldn't take a day off school unless she was ill; simply taking a day off wasn't the Rachel Berry way.

"Okay," Rachel mumbled as she began making her way upstairs. This week had finally broken her, first pregnancy then the whole Quinn situation that she had gotten herself into. To say she was exhausted was an understatement. She practically collapsed before she made it to her bed after changing into her pyjamas, she was just that emotionally and physically drained.


(A/N: Hi guys! So if you have read any of my other stories you will probably notice a rather large change in my writing styles; hey, I was young. Anyway, this is my new ship. Faberry. If you don't like it leave. Also, if you don't like G!P I highly suggest you also turn back now. I wish I didn't have to warn you about that because it has probably just given everything away but yeah. So R&R and tell me what you think; I also wouldn't mind suggestions to where this story should go, I have certain parts planned but it just kinda came out of no where. So yeah, R&R and welcome to the Fairy Pirate train!)

Translation :

Tengo muchas ganas de golpearte ahora mismo! = I really want to punch you right now!

Hermana = Sister