Based very loosely off the season one Glee relationship 'Quick' (couple name for Puck and Quinn). And I say this all the time, but I flop hard at writing summaries, so you'll just have to trust me on this one (I'm not even sure I trust myself but hey-ho). :D

Also a disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or the wonderful characters. However, I do enjoy messing with them.

And yak, I hate long notes at the beginning/end of stories but just saying I hope you enjoy. The story will include the other characters, but of course mainly focusing on Emmett and Rosalie.

CHAPTER ONE: Introduction

4 weeks.

Shortly after the first celibacy club meeting of the year had ended, Alice Cullen was itching to get out of her seat and leave. Not because she didn't like the club – she did, even if she was forced into there by her parents. She just wanted to talk to Rosalie, who was the captain, since she wasn't there that day. Alice had admired Rosalie her whole life, so she loved having an excuse to talk to her for whatever reason.

When the bell signalling the end of lunch sounded, she bolted out of her seat, running as fast as she could out of the door of the math class where the meetings were held. Instinctively, she ran to the end of the hall and into the changing rooms. She hadn't been in there since eighth grade (her parents gave her a bogus note on why she couldn't do P.E.) but she knew exactly where Rosalie would be.

She muttered a quick apology to the cheerleaders who she bumped into and continued towards the head cheerleader. "Rosalie?" she asked. The blonde bombshell's back was turned, so she almost jumped out of her skin at Alice's loud voice.

"Don't do that, Alex!" Rosalie sneered, her back still turned. A few cheerleaders giggled, making Alice blush.

"It's Alice, but that's not important," she coughed. "I was just wondering where you were today. You missed the balloon exercise. Jessica Stanley's popped, it was hilarious. Mike is so–"

Rosalie turned around, shutting her locker as she did so. Even if she had known her for all of her life, she had never had a proper conversation with her that didn't include the words 'you' and 'suck.' "I'm bored. Was there anything you actual wanted to say to me or are you just going to mumble?"

"I– uh– have you been crying?" Alice asked abruptly. She wanted to slap herself afterwards, partly because of the look on Rosalie's face. She never understood the expression mad enough to spit, but there was definitely a first time for everything.

"No," Rosalie snapped. Then, she held her head high and placed a fake smile on her face. "You should get going. I hear they're having an auction of Tim Curry's clothes from Rocky Horror Show." She paused before adding, "Bye, now."

Alice blushed, again, and stumbled out of the changing rooms. It was the end of lunchtime, but students were still dotted around the halls, chatting amongst one another. Everything suddenly felt very surreal. Rosalie had a flicker of sadness, embarrassment on her face the moment that Alice called her out for crying. So why was she upset? It wasn't right for the girl who usually made other people cry to actually be upset.

And then, before Alice could open her mouth to call her best friend Bella's name, something cold, hard and wet come flying at her face, making her shriek. It was Alice's favorite flavour, which was a nice gesture, she supposed. She didn't even need to see who through it, because the booming laughter was enough to give that way.

It was just a sign that everything was normal.

…

Edward wouldn't lie; he was petrified when Rosalie said she needed to speak to him. He mulled through the possibilities of what she would say in his head, as he had been for the last hour, while Rosalie was at cheerleading practise. With the interest seemingly growing in Edward after the most recent basketball win, she might break up with him, though he doubted that, after their steamy hot tub dates every few weeks. Of course, bathing suits on. He wasn't even at second yet, but he would wait.

Rosalie walked through the changing room door, as he had suspected, and walked over to him with her shoulders hunched. She clutched her folders for dear life, and didn't even hug him back when he embraced her warmly. He feigned insult, and she didn't laugh.

Yep, she was definitely breaking up with him.

"Is everything okay, Rose?" he asked. He hoped it hadn't been because of Bella Swan, who everybody knew had a crush on him forever. Knowing Rosalie and her jealousy, though, it probably was.

"No," Rosalie leant back against the wall and sighed. She wanted to cry again, but it would cause a scene, so she just starting breathing heavily through her nose, willing herself not to make a fool out of herself. It was already embarrassing enough that a sophomore had caught her with red, puffy eyes. She hadn't suspected anything, though, which was good.

"What's up?" Edward mumbled. He felt like a little boy, even though he was much taller than Rosalie. He felt like he might shrink away any minute, any minute that Rosalie was break the news that she didn't want to be with him anymore.

Taking another deep breath, Rosalie spoke wearily, "I'm pregnant."

Oh, shit.

He wasn't just a little boy anymore. He was little boy who just got yelled at on his birthday. He was a little boy who just found out his dog had popped his football. He was a little boy who just dropped his ice cream. He was a little boy who just found out he was having a baby sister instead of a baby brother.

He was a seventeen year old boy who just found out his girlfriend was having a baby.

"Please don't be mad," Rosalie shook her head, her hair forming a curtain over her face. Edward buried his head in his hands and shook his own head, clutching the fringe part of his hair.

"I don't understand, we didn't even …" he stopped, looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Is it even mine?"

"Of course they're yours!" Rosalie punched his arm. "When was the first time we made out in your mom's hot tub?"

Edward's shoulders dropped. "About a month ago. I don't know."

"Well, there's your answer, then. You must have done something. You must have …" she trailed off. He had her attention, and she knew that his mind was racing with whatever happened that day. Maybe he had released a little early. Before he could remind her that they were wearing swim suits, Rosalie said, "Something about the heat. It helps the … it helps the sperm swim, or something. I read about it."

"So it's mine?"

"He or she is yours," she corrected him. Edward didn't even argue. He just wanted to grab his hair again and scream. And run away, too. The easiest option would always be running away.

"Are you going to have an–"

"No."

The atmosphere fell silent between the two of them then. Edward even started crying, and had to wipe away the tears with the back of his sleeve. He wasn't so much worried about his parents, who would understand. Stern, but loving none the less. But Rosalie's heavily Christian, strict parents would flip shit when they find out. So Edward had a feeling they didn't know. Yet.

You can't hide a pregnancy forever.

"What about your dance and gymnastics? What are you doing to do? And celibacy club and–"

Before he could continue, a loud laughter caught Rosalie's attention. Her cheeks flaming, she said, "I've got to go," before storming away from Edward. He was about to shout after her, but suddenly lost all of his energy. He slumped back against the wall and closed his eyes, missing the sly wink that his best friend gave Rosalie as she walked past him. "Pig," she rolled her eyes, pushing open the courtyard door.

Emmett McCarty reached Edward and hit his hand across his head playfully. In response, Edward tried to push him away, but failed. Slowly, his arms dropped to his sides and he opened his eyes.

"What the hell's the matter with you?" Emmett raised his eyebrows. First Rosalie looked pissed, and now Edward looked like somebody had just died.

"Rosalie's pregnant."

Emmett's eyes widened. "Wait, what? With … you?"

"With who else?" Edward asked, his voice turning almost normal as he finally looked up. Broken, he looked. Like his whole world had fallen apart. "I just don't know what to do."

Emmett didn't answer. Eventually, the warning bell went, and they both had to leave. But they didn't, they just stayed in the same place, leaning against the wall. He felt like he had just had a slushie thrown at his face, which was, quite possibly, the worst thing that could ever happen to him.

…

"Why are you ditching practise again?" Jasper fastened his seat belt, leant back against the cool leather and tapped his hand on the edge of the rolled down window. Rosalie stiffened.

"I'm not feeling too good," she answered. This was, in retrospect, kind of true. Morning sickness was a bitch.

"Right," Jasper replied, not pressing for more.

They drove in silence. Rosalie hated the fact that Jasper had to get a ride with her, because she felt like, at any minute, she would burst out crying. Being sick was one thing, but then, to top it all off, you'd have to add raging emotions. Truthfully, she wasn't always the nicest person in the world, but the pregnancy, even though only a few weeks along, was turning her into Godzilla.

"Well, I'm going. I don't know why you wouldn't let me light up in your car" – he hopped over the edge and pulled out a packet of cigarettes – "but whatever." He flicked some grey ash on the pavement and walk away.

Rosalie muttered, "Ruins the leather," before walking into her house. Like always, her parents weren't home. They'd probably be home late, and then leave early the next morning. From the kitchen, the television was blasting SpongeBob SquarePants, and her little brother was laughing. Nosily, she peaked around the door, where her housekeeper was preparing dinner.

"Miss Rosalie," she smiled warmly. "I didn't realise you'd be home so early. I would have had dinner ready earlier."

"No, that's okay," Rosalie rubbed her eyes. Her brother, Tyler, gave her a quick wave from the couch, and she managed a smile in response. She turned back to her housekeeper and said, "Where are my mom and dad?" As if she didn't already know. She just wanted some news that would let her know that her parents weren't coming home for a long time.

Nine months, perhaps?

"Business," the housekeeper frowned. Though she didn't mind looking after Rosalie and her siblings, she still thought it was odd that Mr and Mrs Hale hardly ever showed. Quickly, a smile came to her face, as Tyler laughed at something on the T.V. "They'll be back by Thanksgiving."

Rosalie would probably start showing then. But it would look more like she had eaten a large burrito rather than gone and got herself knocked up. That could be an excuse for early on, but not later when she'd look like she swallowed a large balloon. Silently, as the housekeeper went back to cutting cucumbers and Tyler burst out laughing again, she exited the room. When she got to her room, she finally allowed herself to cry. Properly cry, not like the little sob she had in the girls' toilets earlier in the day.

She really was screwed.

AN: So I stole the 'you' and 'suck' line from Glee muhaha. :D I just love it too much. And I also stole the idea of throwing slushies at people, so yeah, all credit to Glee for those. Anyhow, this chapter was really serious in my opinion. For a high school, anyway. I hope you like it, though! Let me know what you thought.