Happy reading everyone,

Beth

Quinn's POV

"Happy Birthday dear Quinn. Happy Birthday to you."

Another year closer and yet all my friends, my boyfriend and his Mom are singing to me as if today is a happy day. But it won't be it will be a day when I blow out my candles, eat cake and open presents with a forced smile. Everyone's eyes are on me, I need to get out of here.

"I'm sorry." I said as I sprinted out of the room.

I could hear them as I left the room. I entered my bedroom, feeling a wave of relief hit me. I locked the door and pulled out a small notebook from under my bed.

December 12th 2009

365 days

It happened again.

I don't know why but it feels different this time, like they knew. But it's impossible. I heard them. Some of them think that it's just morning sickness, but it's not because I haven't felt the urge to throw up in days. Others thought it was just the stress of being pregnant. I could play that one it's a believable excuse. No one had even scratched the surface of the real reason. I feel like I've had enough and this will be the last but I know in 366 days I will wake up and know that I was foolish to hope something so impossible. But then again what is impossible...

7 days later

"Hey Quinn."

Oh great the last person I wanted to see, ever.

"HI Rachel." I said hoping my fake smile had convinced her.

"Quinn, I know that we don't get along well most of the time but I know that since your birthday you've barley shown up to glee and according to Santana and Brittany you haven't shown up to any Cheerio practices. Finn is getting worried."

Oh great she's been talking to Finn again. He is my boyfriend not hers but he seems to be spending more time with her than me. And I'm his PREGNANT girlfriend.

"Well I'm fine, so you can tell Finn to stop worrying."

"I know that you're lying. Here is my phone number if you want to call me." She smiled and handed me a small piece of paper with some digits scrawled on it.

As she turned to leave I saw a number on the back of her hand.

366

I looked at my own. Wait, but that's not possible. No it's probably just a coincident. There is no way that Rachel Berry could possibly know anything. This was my battle and my battle alone.

I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand before finding the nearest trash can.

I put my bag down next to the bed that Carole had made up for me. Being kicked out by my parents was a new thing for me.

"You know I was having an interesting conversation with Rachel today." Finn said walking through 'my bedroom' door behind me.

"What was Rachel saying?" I replied in a sarcastic happy voice.

"Well she thinks that this whole pregnancy thing is getting to you an that you need a stress relief."

"I think I just need some time by myself."

I will probably update this tonight or next weekend :(