AN: Hey guys! This is my second fan fiction! Don't go looking for my first one though, I deleted it! It was called "This is a story of a girl". I got pretty good reviews about it but I really lost interest in the story so I deleted it so people would stop asking for updates! My name is Teenworlf987 because when I started fanfiction I wanted to only do teen wolf stories but then I started watching glee, lol! So this is just off of the top of my head and won't really follow the plots in the shows besides Quinn getting pregnant and telling Finn the baby is his when it's really Puck's. So enough of me rambling, enjoy! And no flames please! I'm still pretty new at this. Btw sorry this chapter is short it's really just a preview to see if you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters, sadly. :(

Chapter one: whispers in a choir room

Rachel's POV.

Today was just like any other day, until I got to school that is. I was about to put my books in my locker when I hear people talking in the choir room. Usually I would just ignore it but in this case I didn't. It was Quinn talking. Quinn. Just her name makes my blood boil. Quinn is my enemy. Quinn is having the love of my life's (Finn Hudson's) baby. Of course Finn would choose Quinn over me. She's perfect. Perfect hair, perfect nose, perfect body (until she starts showing) and now a perfect boyfriend. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Quinn raising her voice.

"Gosh Puck just leave me alone! You aren;t having any part of the pregnancy or my baby!" Quinn yelled at Noah.

That's weird. Why would Noah want anything to do with Quinn and Finn's child. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a wave of nausea. I put a hand over my mouth and ran quickly to the girl's bathroom. I ignored the funny looks and snickering. My only goal was to make it to the bathroom in time. I quickly entered the bathroom stall. I was just in time. As soon as my head was above the toilet I vomited. This wasn't out of the ordinary. I've been vomiting every morning for a while now, about two weeks. I think I have a stomach bug or something, nothing to serious. I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. I pulled out my tooth brush and travel tooth paste out of my purse. Like I said, this wasn't unusual so I was well prepared. I quickly brushed my teeth.

I looked at my self in the mirror. No wonder Finn chose Quinn. She has beautiful blonde hair the color of sunshine while I'm stuck with brown hair. She has pretty green eyes while I have boring brown eyes. She has a perfect nose. It suits her face so well. I have an abnormally large nose that catches everyone's attention. I sighed. When will I ever get my happy ending? I was startled when I hear a voice coming out behind me.

"Throwing up again man hands?" Santana smirked. "What do you mean again?" I asked, eyebrow raises. "Please every morning I see you run down the hallway with a hand over your mouth. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you're pregnant" The latina casually replied while touching up her makeup. I rolled my eyes. After I moment I realized what she had said. "Wait, I am NOT pregnant" I told her. Who would think such a thing? "Don't play dumb Berry. Morning sickness, extra emotional, and we all know that you and Finn did the nasty at Puck's party last month." and with that, she left me alone in the bathroom.

FLASHBACK

After having way to much to drink I noticed Finn coming up to me. "Oh Rachel, you look so sexy tonight. Has anyone told you that?" I had way to much to drink and wasn't thinking clearly. "why don't you show me just how sexy I am." I asked him with a wink and stepped closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me deeply. I eagerly kissed back. I had been waiting for that moment since the moment I met Finn. We continued to make out for a while. Suddenly he led me upstairs and into Puck's bedroom. Things took off from there.

BACK TO PRESENT TIME

Santana had a point. Every morning I was sick. I was also extra emotional. I yelled at my dad yesterday when he told me we were out of cookies. Also, when I started crying my eyes out when the humane society commericial came on the other day. My temper was extra short lately. Even the smallest things making me angry. Maybe I was pregnant. Well, there was only one way to find out.