Rachel's pov

I wait until I see Finn walking by and then pull him into the empty, dark classroom. He turns to see who has his arm in a vice like grip and relaxes when he sees it's just me. That dopey smile I both love and hate appears in his adorably confused face.

I sigh loudly, "Finn, I love you, I really do. The time we've spent together as friends and then as partners has been the best times of my whole life and I love you so much," I start.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he yells and I flinch but don't disagree. "Why?" his voice breaks alongside my heart.

"Finn, I am a terrible person, a self-centred bitch too focused on herself to realise what she does hurts everyone around her. I'm a horrible slut who doesn't deserve you," my breath hitches and I choke back a sob.

"Yeah you can be cruel sometimes and all that other stuff you said is moderately true but everyone has flaws, I love your flaws, they prove you're human," he smiles at me and reaches out to pull me into a hug.

I know if I let myself fall into his warm, strong embrace that my resolve will crumple and I will never follow through with what must happen. "No Finn!" I say loudly, "I'm sorry but we're done, goodbye." I leave him standing in the dark, shocked and alone and allow the tears to roll down my face. I run to my car and drive as fast as legally possible back to the comfort and promised safety of my bed.

Once I find the strength and motivation to drag myself out of bed I find an old shoe box and go about placing all of Finn's things inside. I add all the little things that remind me of him, like my little teddy bear wearing a McKinley High jersey. I lastly place anything he ever gave me. My favourite perfume which was a gift from Finn slips from my shaking grasp and clatters to the floor, the once gorgeous scent spreads throughout the room and assaults my nostrils with an acrid smell. My stomach churns and I race to the bathroom to empty the days contents into the toilet. I rest on the tiled floor, leaning my heated face on the cool porcelain and weep. I continue weeping until there are no tears left, even then I drag myself up and onto my bed where hiccoughs and occasional sniffs can be heard from under my once comforting blankets. I wish I could just find a nice deep hole, crawl into it and die.

I walk into the choir room the next day and head to a seat at the back, I get a few confused eyes but nobody says anything. I look at the other seats and see couple central, Brittany and Artie, Sam and Quinn, Santana and Finn. Wait… Santana and Finn? I look over at them with a furrowed brow. Santana notices and smirks up at me as I glare at the two of them. Mike and Tina arrive and sit together, following behind them is Mercedes who joins me at the back.

"Welcome to the singles club girlie," she whispers glumly.

"Yay," I respond glumly.

Mr Schue walks in and starts droning on and on about something or other that I'd usually be commenting on but can't really bring myself to care about right now. He then starts to write something on the board. Noah walks in and takes a seat on my other side.

"What are you doing?" I hiss.

"Sitting," he responds.

"I can see that, why are you next to me?"

"You know why, we need to talk."

"No, we don't," I snap "I feel guilty enough about all this without you reminding me of it every chance you get."

"Come on, we have to talk about us having-" I cut him off before he can finish what he was saying.

"Enough Puckerman!" I yell before storming out of the room.

I'm walking down the hall when my stomach starts churning again, I have just enough time to run into the girls bathroom and drape myself over a toilet bowl. My stomach expels everything I had consumed for breakfast.

The door to the bathroom opens and I hear a soft voice "Rachel?"

I groan in response as more of my internal contents makes a reappearance, I feel my hair being gently held up as I continue hurling into the toilet. It eventually stops when I run out of food in my stomach but keep dry reaching for a few more minutes.

I wipe my face on my sleeve and look into Quinn's concerned, questioning face.

"Just had a bad breakfast," I say weakly.

"That's what I kept telling myself when I was-" she starts off gently but I cut her off.

"Don't say it."

"Pregnant," she finishes and I close my eyes tight. "Have you taken a test yet?"

"No, and I'm not planning to because I am not pregnant," I tell her.

"Rach look at me," I open my eyes "you could very well be holding the start of another human life and you have to accept that."

I just stare at her and she sighs.

"When was the last time you were active?" she asks.

"Four weeks ago, and five weeks ago," I respond.

"Okay so you're probably a month pregnant, the exact one that made your pregnant doesn't matter much." She stands up and dusts herself off.

"Yes, it does," I say carefully "they were two different people."

"Wow bitch stop right there, you cheated on your man?" "and here I thought you were a goody two shoes," someone says from behind Quinn.

Quinn helps me up and I see Santana and Brittany have also appeared in the bathroom.

"Yeah what she said," Brittany says.

"We were just going to the pharmacy to get pregnancy tests and then we may stop for food, do you want to join?" Quinn asks them and they both readily agree.

We drive to the pharmacy in the next town over and pull up on a side street. "These are small towns, I don't want any gossip spreading." I'm starting to freak out.

"Don't worry, I'll go in," Quinn reaches for the door handle.

"And have everyone think you're a slut who's pregnant again?" Santana raises an eyebrow.

"I'll go," Brittany chirps.

"Hun, do you even know what we're doing here?" Santana asks her.

"Something about pregnancy? I'm sure Chip will help me."

"Ugh, okay, I'll go. I'm in here every other week they know my preferred brand," she hops out of the car and sashays into the pharmacy to get me some tests. This is it, soon I will know if I'm pregnant. I could be pregnant with my jilted ex or my revenge one-night stand.

Oh shit.