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August 17, 2010

Rachel knew there was definitely something wrong with her. She was constantly dizzy and tired. When she missed her period, she bought a pregnancy test and called Santana.

"Talk to me." Santana answered in true Lopez fashion. Rachel took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak, but found she couldn't. All she could do was cry.

"B? What's going on?!" Santana freaked out. Her best friend never cried like this unless it had to do with Puck, Rachel's ex. When Rachel said nothing, Santana ran out to her car and drove to the Berry residence. She hung up as she was walking into the house.

"Rae?" She called. She heard crying coming from upstairs, so that's where she headed. She found Rachel sitting on the floor, holding a box of tampons and a pregnancy test in her hands. Santana sighed as she realized what was happening. She sat on the floor next to Rachel and just held her, letting her cry.

"Is it his?" Santana asked after Rachel had calmed down. Rachel nodded.

"Yes. There is no possible way for it to be anyone else's." Rachel said.

"You need to make a doctor's appointment, and then you need to call Noah." Santana said, using Puck's first name to make Rachel listen to her. Rachel flinched at the sound of her ex's name and sighed.

"I can't call him. He hates me. You heard him. I ruined his life." She said. Santana rolled her eyes.

"If you actually believe that, you're dumber than I thought." She snapped. She, of course, knew the real reason that Puck broke things off with Rachel. She pulled her phone out and opened her texts.

"You can't tell him, San." Rachel said, slowly getting up off the floor. Santana rolled her eyes again.

"No, Berry. I'm not telling him. That's your business. I'm telling you that I have proof that Puck doesn't hate you." She said as she find the messages. "Here, read them." She handed Rachel the phone.

July 7, 2010. 3:54 pm

You're lucky I don't kill you, Puckerman. -Satan-

July 7, 2010. 3:55 pm

You don't know shit, Satan. I'm doing this for her own good. She deserves New York, and Broadway, and that Tony award that she's been dreaming of since we were six years old. I'm just going to drag her the fuck down. I'm just a burden, Satan. -Puck-

July 7, 2010. 3:59 pm

The FUCK you are! You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you, Puckerman? Rachel fucking loves you, dumbass! She doesn't see you as a fucking burden. Remember the Lima Loser you were a year ago? You're no longer that fucking person, Noah Elijah Puckerman. You're Rachel Berry's Noah. You're not Puck anymore...not really. Fix this shit, Puck. Fix it NOW. -Satan-

July 7, 2010. 4:02 pm

I can't, San. Even though I want to so bad, and I love her more than ANYTHING, I can't. I told her that she ruined my life...that I hate her. She'll never talk to me again. -Puck-

Rachel couldn't read anymore after that. Noah still loved her. She was angry with him for lying to her, and for breaking up with her for something so incredibly stupid, but she wasn't heartbroken anymore. She handed the phone back to Santana and stood up.

"Where you going?" Santana asked. Rachel just shrugged.

"Come with me. This isn't something you'll want to miss." She said. Santana laughed shortly and followed Rachel to the car.

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