"Okay, everyone! Booty camp time! Let's start with a shuffle ball change. Easy as it is, some of you definately need some work on it!" Mr. Schuester's voice echoed out to the new directions kids. "And a five, six, seven, eight!"

"Oww!" Rachel screamed as she fell to the floor.

"Oh my god, Rachel!" Finn said to his fiance. "I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" He took one look at Rachel and noticed she was unconsious. "We gotta go to the hopsital, Mr. Schuester. Fast."

"Yes, 911?" Tina said, after she dialed the emergency number on her phone and held it up to her ear.

"Rach, I'm so sorry. Please just wake up," Finn pleaded, holding Rachel's hand as she sat in a coma. Her eyes fluttered open. She gave a lopsided grin. "Oh my god, Rachel. You're awake!" He went in to hug her.

"Daddy," She said, smilling.

"Oh, of course. I'll go get him. You want dad too?" Finn asked, knowing she would probably want to see him too.

"Daddy," She repeated smiling bigger.

"I'll just take that as a yes," He said, walking out of the room.

He returned a few minutes later with Hiram and Leroy Berry behind him. Hiram was African American and Leroy was not.

"Sweetie," Hiram, her daddy, said, going up to hug her. She started to whimper. The whimper turned into tears and soon she was non-stop bawling. "What's wrong princess?" Rachel's frown and tears would not stop until Hiram stopped hugging her and walked away. Her eyes landed on Finn again and she started smiling.

"Daddy!" She said, with another lopsided grin.

"Oh lord no," Leroy said. "She thinks Finn is her dad."

"Rachel, I'm not your dad," Finn said, sitting on her bed. "I'm your fiance."

"Daddy!" Rachel squealed as he held her hand.

That night, Rachel was allowed home. She did not go home with her real dads, though. She went home with Finn.

"Rachel, how old do you think you are?" Finn asked as she sat in the back seat of his truck with Quinn in the shotgun seat next to him.

"One," She said, but Finn barely understood due to the fingers in her mouth.

"And who do you think I am?" Finn asked.

"Daddy!" She squealed, taking the fingers out of her mouth and clapping her hands.

"Finn, let me ask her some questions," Quinn said. Finn nodded. "Hey, Rachel. Who do you think I am?" Quinn asked Rachel.

"Mommy!" Rachel smiled.

"Oh god," Quinn said. "No, I'm not your mommy."

"Mommy!" Rachel squealed louder.

"Ok. Well, umm. Are you potty trained?" Quinn asked.

"No," Rachel said, shaking her head. She was taking more babyish by the minute.

"Can you walk?" Quinn asked.

"No," Rachel replied. Her response sounded like an actual one year old learning how to talk.

"How about crawling? Can you crawl, sweetheart?" Quinn asked the girl.

"I wuv crawling," Rachel said. That was rock bottom. As soon as Finn and Quinn got to Finn's house, they wrapped Rachel's butt up in a towel to be used as a diaper until they could go to the pharmacy and pick up real ones. They found Finn's old bedtime rales from when he was 5 and a mattress. They hooked up the rales and put sheets on the mattress. They put Rachel in the makeshift crib, tied her hair back into a ponytail, and took off her bra. Quinn sung a light lullaby to get her to sleep. Then, Finn went to sleep in his bedroom while Quinn slept out in the living room with Rachel . This would be a long, long process to change back, Quinn thought.