Rachel Berry looked hot, literally she had sweat shining on her face and her teeth were gritted as she sat there looking at her phone. It was mid November and Rachel Berry was sweating. Why was she sweating? Good question. She was waiting for a good friend of hers to get off the train… Quinn Fabray.
Ever since Kurt had given her that make over with his amazing boss Rachel had been receiving many advances from both sexes but she had declined them all. She dated Brody, a fellow student at NYADA, for awhile but he had a weird obsession with her rude dance teacher Miss July so that ended quickly, not on bad terms however. This was NYADA, and this was New York City, things happened to quickly here for anyone to hold some sort of grudge.
So basically Rachel had no physical or sexual contact with another person in awhile, which was a good thing. She had no distractions from her schooling and vocal practices. Except for friends and keeping in touch with old Glee club members. One old friend in particular had been there for her as she was making a hard decision about her ex boyfriend Finn Hudson. She had cried for days after the break up playing "The Scientist" by Cold Play over and over again on her laptop and singing along.
"Get over it Rachel, you were the one who dumped him." Said that smart voice one particular Halloween night. The blond eyebrow arched and the perfectly painted pink lips pursed. The blond was on the other side of the screen watching Rachel look red eyed and pathetic. Rachel snapped her head up and stared at Quinn.
"I will end this call, how dare you tell me so blatantly to get over my FIRST LOVE!" Rachel cried out dramatically flailing her hands. Quinn smirked at the theatrical diva and shook her head.
"Rach, that is a tad bit dramatic don't you think?" Quinn murmured as she watched Rachel pause then smile. "I know the Rachel Berry takes nothing lightly, and you play the scene well Berry, but lets cut it out and talk for real, how is your man candy, Brody?"
Rachel had never really answered the question but instead changed the subject to Quinn's life. She couldn't possibly fathom an answer to that question. The almost sex they had, the text messages Miss July had sent her because of him. He ended up being more trouble then Finn ever was which is why after 3 weeks he was gone.
Which is why Rachel had invited Quinn to spend Thanksgiving with her and her ultra gay roomie Kurt who was still hurting over Blaine cheating on him. She pulled her black pea coat more tightly around her body and shifted in her boots. People were doing double takes as they passed the slender brunette dressed in all black. Rachel was finally getting the attention she had always felt she deserved, leave it to her not to notice very often. Especially today as she darted her brown eyes around the train station and tapped her high heeled boot impatiently…she had dressed so well for the occasion hoping to impress Quinn and Quinn was late!
Quinn was not late at all, she was watching Rachel in awe. The slim diva in all black with waves of dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders, there was blond running through her hair and her lips were plump and ruby red. The slim diva had long lean legs and a short skirt that from this distance was black and fleece. Her black tights had designs all over them and the boots came just below her knees. Her black pea coat was buttoned and she wore a black scarf around her neck. She looked very…New York…Quinn decided.
Quinn looked down at her outfit, a Yale hoodie, blue jeans, and black converse. Ever since she had started school she had become comfortable with herself and wore comfortable clothes, now she wished she looked as good as Rachel. Either way she took a deep breath, grabbed her suitcase and walked torwards Rachel Berry.
Santana stood in her dorm room staring down at the object in her hands. She was frozen for all eternity in this one spot. Her cheerleading outfit was hanging up on her door and her phone was buzzing on her desk. She stared at the object in her hands that could change the course of her life forever and read it, it said positive.
Rachel stood there with her arms around Quinn embracing the blond with all the strength and feeling she could muster. Quinn leaned into the hug and smelt the perfume Rachel was wearing, she buried her head deeper into Rachel's neck and squeezed. Rachel gasped and smiled.
They pulled away reluctantly and Quinn was staring in awe at Rachel Berry. "Berry, you look nice." Quinn said.
"EEEk! Quinn your hair is long again! I love your sweatshirt! Did you buy me one? I am so glad you are here! We need to sing some duets together, and I have a great documentary on broadways in New York!" Rachel was rambling and her brown eyes were shining as she gripped the blonds arm and made Quinn drop her suitcase in the process of twirling her around awkwardly. "We also can go to some amazing vegan places, they taste like your meat murdering food!" Rachel continued, Quinn nodded dazed by Rachel's famous continous talk.
"Okay Rach, sounds good, how about before we go see every broadway ever made, we go home first?" Quinn cocked her head at Rachel and Rachel dropped her arm.
"Oh Quinn I apologize, you must be tired! Lets get you home, order some pizza, and.." Rachel continued talking as she seized Quinn's lone suitcase and dragged her from the train station over to a long line of cabs. Quinn looked at Rachel as she hailed a cab and they stepped in. Rachel was glowing, her tan skin had an actual shine to it, and her eyes looked less psycho then they did back at Mckinley. Her hair looked soft and wavy, Rachel looked beautiful.
"I guess New York has done good for you hmm?" Quinn raised a thin eyebrow and clasped her hands in her lap.
"I love it here!" Rachel declared.
"NYADA working out okay then? Is Kurt still applying for the spring?"
"Not sure he loves his job and it is really good for him. I encouraged him to still get further education as a fall back of course because you never know what will happen in the fashion industry. Someone like me never needs a back up plan with my talent though. I need to keep reminding myself this in order to beat every one else, it is the attitude everyone else has Quinnie, you wouldn't believe it!" Rachel said.
"Well okay…" Quinn smiled as she watched Rachel, Rachel in her element, strong and powerful, the star. Quinn shuddered as she imagined what marrying Finn Hudson in high school might have done to this bright star. For a moment Quinn was almost thankful for the car crash she was in on her way to see Rachel get married. It prevented something that was going to make her whole life get thrown off balance for some reason. She glanced over at Rachel again and then the cab jerked to a stop.
Santana Lopez, head cheer leader at her new school, out of the closet lesbian, and ex girlfriend of Brittany Pierce. Her whole heart was broken right now. Santana stood in front of her phone and took a deep breath. She called the doctor to confirm what the test said.
Santana stood outside of a cute café and walked in. She was 8 weeks pregnant. All due to a drunk night at a party where she thought she was a failure as a lesbian for breaking up with the best woman in the world for a chance to flirt with other women? Was that even why she did it? Brittany was sort of with Trouty Mouth Evans, and all Santana wanted to do was sink a fish hook into his thick lips and throw him out to sea so she could have Britts all to herself again… Santana was an idiot for breaking up with the innocent, unicorn loving, girl. Her trust issues had risen up and she had realized that she could never give Britt all of herself here in school. Now Britts was being attacked by those huge lips and probably suffocated under them whenever they got there mack on….
"What can I get you?" asked the voice.
"A planned parenthood pamphlet." San said.
"Uh…what?"
Santana jerked out of her strange thoughts and stared up at the young waitress who was peering down at her looking stressed. " Coffee, black. Pastry, black berry."
"Is that all?"
"Ci, thank you."
The waitress walked off to get her order and Santana took out her phone and stared at the screen saver off her and Britts. Brittany was in her cheerios uniform and her high pony had been taken out, so her blond hair was curled around her face. Her innocent smile lit up the screen and her blue eyes were crinkled. She had her arms thrown around San, and San was laughing wearing a matching uniform. Taken last fall, the beginning of their senior year. Santana felt one tear fall down her cheek, and she put a hand to her stomach and thought about how she already loved this baby, because she loved Britts, and Brittany would tell her to love this baby.
Rachel Berry lead Quinn Fabray through the door into a huge and spacious apartment. It was a huge space with a bike randomly sitting in the middle of a floor and a few chairs, the "kitchen" was in one corner, and there were a few doors that Quinn assumed lead to bedrooms and bathrooms. Rachel had a hard grip on her wrist and she was chattering about plans for the vacation and muttering about a pizza place. Quinn looked on in amusement as the diva continued to chatter and lead Quinn through the large apartment to her bedroom. The door was kicked open by Rachel and opened to reveal an immaculate room with gold stars everywhere.
"This is it!" Rachel let go of the suitcase and Quinn's wrist simultaneously and threw her arms out in display as she did a twirl around the room. Quinn noticed the large bed had pink sheets with flowers and a large body pillow on it. "I hope you don't mind sharing the bed Quinn."
Quinn shrugged and sat down on the neatly made bed and looked up at the brunette standing in front of her. "Well you have a great room but why don't we eat now?" Quinn asked.
"Yes! Let me just call, this pizza is on me by the way, because you are a guest." Rachel fled the room before Quinn could object and Quinn picked up her black suitcase and opened it, looking for her slippers. She could not ignore what was happening to her right now. She was missing New Directions, she was lost at Yale, she needed solidarity back in her life. While Rachel was in the other room ordering the pizza Quinn looked up at the walls and saw pictures of the three years the New Directions had experienced together.
The one picture that caught her eye was of her extremely pregnant in a purple dress with a matching purple headband, her eyes narrowed at the camera and her hands resting on her bulging stomach. Rachel was on one side of her smiling that psychotic smile, her nose looked so big, and Finn was behind Rachel eying the two young women with suspicion. Santana and Brittany were on the other side of Quinn linking pinkies and wearing matching Cheerios uniforms. It was her first year in the Glee club and the year she had Beth. Quinn kept tabs on Beth and visited sometimes. She emailed Shelby frequently, Shelby was a great mother to Beth and Quinn knew she had done the right thing in giving up Beth for adoption, to this woman at least.
Quinn stared at the one picture with sadness and almost missed being painfully pregnant, she reached out and touched it, when Rachel walked in. "Remember that day? You had sung that beautiful song, it was amazing!" Rachel murmured as she kneeled next to Quinn.
"I do, we were a great team back then, I wonder what happened to it since we left?" Quinn pondered.
"Finn replaced Mr. Schue." Rachel said.
Quinn snapped her head up so quickly it gave her whiplash, "WHAT?"
"Yes, after he came here for me, and we um, did not work out, he returned to Lima and replaced Mr. Schue. Mr. Schue left and is helping kids all over the country reignite their own glee clubs, Ms. Pillsbury almost went with him." Rachel looked down and bit her red lip.
"Oh." Quinn had questions but figured that Rachel would not want to talk about her ex fiancé much longer. So she changed the subject to one she had a feeling Rachel would love, "I bet they had a hard time finding a new Rachel Berry though!"
"Marley." Rachel said simply, her lips pulled into a smirk, "They were so frantic and then this sophomore waltzed in and apparently took the part."
"Oh.." Quinn felt lost now about what to discuss with the diva. Over the phone, or through skype was easy for some reason. But here in person looking at Rachel and taking her in for the first time since they graduated, Quinn was nervous. Quinn was so scared…so she blurted out, "I started dating at Yale!" Her eyes closed.
"Good for you!" Rachel exclaimed. "Tell me all about him!"
Quinn opened her eyes and gazed at her friend, "I can't." she shook her blond head, the hair falling around her face. "He is a she."
Rachel nodded, "Oh my mistake Quinnie…tell me all about her!" Rachel was surprised but tried her best to cover it up as she looked at the insecure girl sitting in front of her. Quinn shrugged.
"We broke up. It was a fling, but I guess it was fun. Bisexual I think?"
"The fling was bisexual?"
"No! Me!"
"I see…well okay. I personally don't label myself so welcome aboard, you won't be judged here." Rachel pulled Quinn into a hug and Quinn leaned in, Quinn was so tired it felt nice to lean on someone for a change. She leaned in and closed her eyes. The two girls stayed like that until the pizza arrived.
Santana Lopez was tearfully skyping her ex girlfriend Brittany. "Britt I want to come home but I can't!"
The blond on the screen looked away and was tearing up at the thought of separating from San any longer then they had to, she missed hugging her. "San you said we could spend time together! Lord Tubbington was excited!" She glared at the cat who was sitting on her bed.
"Something came up B…" Santana looked down at her stomach, glad that Brittany was not that bright and would not catch on to what she was going through. "I will see you in like a month. We can talk about us then, I miss you…" Santana sighed wistfully and watched the blond intently. But the blond shook her head, her high pony tail swaying, and the screen went black. Santana slammed her laptop and got up off her bed.
10 weeks pregnant.
Santana whipped out her phone and called one person she never wanted to call with help.
"Hello?" Chirped the voice on the phone, Santana cringed.
"Berry..I need help. You can't repeat a word of this or I will go all Lima Hieghts on your midget ass."
"Santana…hi…"there was a muffled gasp and Santana could hear Quinn say "Santana has your number?"
"Uhm Berry, what the hecks is going on? I needs to gets my talk on so could you two please listen?"
"It's on speaker Santana, Quinnie is here, we are eating vegan pizza, not as bad as you would think!" Berry was rambling and Santana wanted to snap the phone in half. But she took a calming breath and then Quinn said, "Santana you need to call more often!"
"Okay Juno." Santana snapped. Her eyes flashed and her breath quickened, "Listen Midget, Q, I need to come up and stay with you for the Thanksgiving break, I should be there by Friday."
Muffled conversation over the phone then the excited voice filled Santana's right ear and almost split her ear drum, "Santana you should come! Why is this so sudden though?" Berry asked.
"I..well..I might get kicked out of school I need to explore other options." Santana gulped.
"YOU WHAT? Santana Lopez you fought me so hard to be head cheer leader and you get yourself kicked out….what the hell?" Quinn's angry voice on the other line shot straight through to Santana's heart. The latina was angry and hung up the phone. She threw it on her bed and kicked her dresser. Her dormmate had already left for the break thank goodness, because Santana was mad as hell.
"WHAT THE FUCK NO ONE TELLS ME I FAIL, WHAT THE FUCK!" Santana screamed as she opened her dresser and tore out her high school cheer leading uniform. She chucked it on the floor and reached into the dresser for more clothes shouting in Spanish, people walking by her room all stopped and stared for 30 seconds then ran when they would hear a bang or crash. No one was around to help the pregnant girl as she hastily through together a suitcase. People were still calling her and it was pissing her off that they thought they could just call her after insulting her. Britts had hung up on her. She tore the picture of the innocent blond off her wall and ripped it into tiny pieces. Her heart was pounding and her eyes were blurred as she sat down on her bed shoving aside the suitcase. The turning of her stomach came on so suddenly that she vomited on the floor.
She crouched on the floor, her hair in her face, vomit non stop coming out of her mouth as she choked on it. It tasted like breakfast. It was so gross that she threw up more, her whole body was shaking. She eventually was able to stop, her brown eyes closed and she leaned against the bed. Her hair had flecks of vomit in it. She stayed in that position for hours with the smell of her own vomit coming up to her nostrils. She found she could not move, and she did not want to move. Santana was not found by anyone, she got herself up later that night and wandered to the bathroom where she jumped in the hot shower, clothes in all. She started singing a sad song and started stripping down until the hot water was scalding her naked body.