A/N: Wooo first Faberry fic ever. Okay so the basics for this are, everything up until the point where we found out Rachel was pregnant is canon, and this is what I thought should have happened after that. (Spoiler alert: Also, just so everyone knows, I totally called Brody being a male prostitute like, ages ago.) I'll try to update this regularly, as I already have the first four chapters written. I'm not sure how long it's going to be but the way I'm planning it now it looks like it'll be at least ten, maybe fifteen. So yeah, let me know what you think in the reviews k thanks
Disclaimer: I swear to god if I have to type another god damn disclaimer for something I obviously don't own
There isn't much that can wake me up while I'm asleep, but when my phone went off, playing Rachel's customized ringtone ('Defying Gravity', if you were wondering), it managed to drag me from my dreams. If Rachel was calling at three in the morning, it had to be important.
"Rach?" I answered my phone, voice low and raspy from sleep. "What's wrong? It's the middle of the night." There was a silence on the other end of the call, broken only by a sniffing and a choked sob. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as my brain raced, coming up with horrible scenarios. "Oh my god, Rachel, were you mugged? I told you that neighborhood you moved into was no good-"
"No, no, I'm f-fine," she finally spoke, interrupting me.
"Then what's wrong? Its three am, I know this isn't just a social call."
"I- I didn't know who to call, and I'm so lost and scared, and I figured maybe you could help me, and I don't know what to do and I-"
"Rachel," I said, interrupting her frenzied speech. "Where are you right now?"
"Sitting on the floor of my bathroom."
"So, then, what's going on?" There was a long silence. "Rachel?"
Another long silence. I looked at my phone to make sure she hadn't hung up, and then, reassured she hadn't, put the phone back to my ear. As I did so, she spoke in a small voice.
"Quinn, I'm pregnant."
I sat up quickly, suddenly wide awake. "Are you a hundred percent sure?"
I heard another sob as she answered. "Yes, yes, I'm sure, I've got about four pregnancy tests in front of me and they all say positive, Quinn, what am I going to do oh my god-"
"Rachel, calm down before you send yourself into a panic attack, okay? Just calm down, its going to be alright, we're gonna figure this out, okay, Rach?"
There was another silence, and I just knew she was nodding. "You know I can't see you, right?" I said with a smile.
"Oh! Oh, right, yeah, sorry, I'm just a little… frazzled right now," she said with a cross between a sob and laughter.
"I know," I said.
And I did know. I'd been where she was right now, just in my sophomore year of high school, not freshman year of college.
I pulled my blanket off of myself, qnd swung my feet to the floor. I grabbed my jeans from the floor, standing and cradling the phone between my shoulder and cheek as I pulled them on.
"Alright, I'm going to finally use that train ticket you got me, and I'm coming up there. You can't be alone right now." I pulled my jacket on one sleeve at a time, and then yanked my duffel bag out from under the bed.
"No, no, Quinn, you can't do that, you have school and work and I'll be fine, I have Kurt and B- Brody," Her voice broke on Brody's name, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "-and really, I'll be fine, Quinn, you don't-"
"Shut up, Rachel. I'm coming whether you like it or not, so deal with it. I'll figure something out with work, and my teachers all love me, so I'll be fine for a week or two. So shut up and let me pack my bag."
I threw some clothes into the bag on my bed as I heard Rachel laugh weakly, and then sniff.
"You're gonna be okay, Rachel. We'll figure something out. Don't worry." I zipped up my packed bag and slung it over my shoulder as I reassured Rachel. "I'll be up there with you soon, and we will figure this out. You aren't alone."
I pulled the train ticket from Rachel out of my desk drawer and my keys from their hook by the door as I left, phone still at my ear as I locked the door to my apartment behind me.
"Rachel? Still with me?" she had been silent for a very un-Rachel like amount of time.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm still here." Her voice was thick, and I could tell she was crying again. "Thank you, Quinn," she whispered.
"I'll see you soon, Rachel." I heard a sob just before she hung up, and my heart ached.
The next few hours passed in a blur of traffic, train stations, and taxis, and the sun was peeking over the horizon as I finally rapped my knuckles against the door to Rachel and Kurt's shared loft.
I waited for a few minutes for an answer, and I was just about to knock again when the door slid open to reveal a yawning Kurt, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt.
"Quinn?" he said in a hushed exclamation. "What are you doing here?" He ran a hand through his hair, which I was seeing in disarray for the first time ever.
"Rachel," was all I said in explanation, pushing past him and into the loft. I dropped my bag onto the couch and headed for Rachel's corner of the loft, Kurt following.
I pulled back the curtains to find an empty bed. "Where's Brody?" I asked as I turned to Kurt; I figured Rachel was still on the floor of the bathroom from which she had called me.
Kurt shrugged. "Sometimes he just skips out really early. I've never really asked." He put a hand on the back of his neck and looked down at the floor. "I hate to be rude, but… seriously, Quinn, what are you doing here?"
I was already heading for the bathroom, where I was sure to find Rachel. "I already told you, Porcelain: Rachel."
I left Kurt bewildered, and I stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
There was Rachel, dark hair pulled into a messy ponytail, eyeliner slightly smudged, sweater pulled down over a shoulder, only one sock on.
Oh, and she was also fast asleep, curled up on the bathroom rug, pregnancy test sticks and boxes scattered near her head. I bent down and gathered them all in my hands, throwing them behind a stack of toilet paper in the cabinet underneath the sink. I'd deal with those later.
I turned back to Rachel, sinking down to my knees onto the floor. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. I hated to wake her, as she probably hadn't gotten more than an hour or two of sleep, but she couldn't stay on the bathroom floor.
I pressed my palm gently to her cheek. "Rachel," I breathed. Her eyelids fluttered, and then snapped open.
"Quinn," she rasped, and she pushed herself up from the floor quickly, shooting to her feet in a panicky way. I followed suit, pushing off the floor to grab her shoulders. I could tell she was about to start panicking, and I needed to derail that train before it even got started.
"Rachel, clam down, its gonna be okay, just take deep breaths," I urged, gazing into her eyes. I watched as they filled up with tears, and then without warning, Rachel was sobbing into my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around my neck and squeezed me close, and I was frozen for a moment, until my brain finally started working again, and I managed to put my hands around her waist.
Now, I've seen Rachel cry before, don't get me wrong. But this wasn't the typical Rachel Berry signature dramatic, weepy, attention-seeking cry. This was different. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as her tears stained my sweater, and I felt as though I was intruding upon a very private piece of Rachel.
"What do I do, Quinn?" she managed to choke out.
Neither one of us heard the bathroom door open behind me, but as I opened my mouth to respond to Rachel's pleading question, Kurt's voice rang loud in the echo-y bathroom.
"What the hell is going on?"
