(A/N: I was planning on updating this weekend but instead I took a trip to Mall of America. It was fun, but back to business now. Happy Labor Day and hope you enjoy this chapter! I'm pretty proud of it, I made it a little longer, hoping to make up for the wait! Please rate, review, follow, all that good stuff :D)

New York ~ Kurt POV

"Blaine?" His eyes caught mine and he set his coffee mug down on the table. "I missed you so much. I feel like I'm dying on the inside without you, you know?" I didn't pause to let him answer.

I felt my face flush and I laughed, embarrassed. "Sorry, God, that sounded like it was from some cheesy romance movie. What I meant to say, er, ask, was... Do you think we could try the long distance relationship again?" This time I ignored the blush I knew was spreading on my cheeks and kept rambling.

"Maybe it will work out. We only gave it one shot, maybe it needs another. Like Rachel. She belongs in NYADA, but it took her two tries to get there. When we first tried it, I was new to this city, distracted. It was impossibly big and I was still exploring. You know I didn't mean to tune you out. I was caught up with trying to fit in and make my own path that I forgot all about what is really so important to me. And I'm sorry. But after all this, I don't think we can go back to being just friends. It would be too painful." I grabbed for his hand. It was unusually sweaty.

"Blaine, say something please! You're freaking me out!"

"Oh my God, of course. I'll move to New York with you once I graduate, we'll get married, live the New York dream! Oh, I love you so much, Kurt!"

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you." I paused for a second to add a dramatic effect. "You're super cute when you're singing to me." I winked.

Meanwhile, NY, Rachel POV

"Rachel, can you come here?" Santana called.

I stood up and followed Santana to the bathroom. Before I had time to see what she needed me for, something was thrown at me. I bent over and picked up what I had failed to catch. My eyes caught on the face wipes and toilet paper all over the floor. "Santana, I hope you don't expect me to clean those up for you."

"No, I don't even use you and Lady Hummel's 'beauty products'. Just tell me what in God's holy name that is?!"

The object Santana had decided to whack me with was my nightmare from three nights ago.

~ Flashback ~

My calendar was stocked up on dates with Brody and ballet sessions with Cassandra. The kitchen really could use some cleaning. But it could wait. I started adding up days. Some may call it procrastinating, but I was just revisiting my second grade math skills. Then I started looking for trends and symbols. There weren't any dots on this month. I was late. My period was late.

After a quick trip to the nearest drug store, which was surprisingly far away, I ripped open the package before I had stepped foot into the apartment. The directions seemed simple enough. My phone timer ticked by slow as ever, resting on a bench in front of me. It seemed to go slow I could keep track of the milliseconds that passed. The alarm sounded which had the same sound as the incoming call alert, which made me jump. I did not need anyone knowing what I was doing. I breathed in deeply through my nose and flipped over the pregnancy test. Two lines. Positive. I was pregnant.

~ End flashback ~

"I never knew that's what you did all night! That's disgusting, Berry!"

To be honest with myself, I had forgotten about that test. But soon it would be all too real. At least I wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of finding a way to tell Santana now. But she didn't need to know! Not yet at least.

"San-Santana, go away! No need to search through all my belongings! Get out of my apartment!" My voice cracked on the last sentence and I began sobbing. I dropped to the ground, banging my head on the cabinet on my way down. I yelped, still sobbing, as I cupped my hands to my head. My breathing struggled as the tears spilled out, blurring my vision so bad I couldn't make out colors or shapes. Hands were lifting me up and I was set down on what felt like Santana's legs. "Rachel, can you hear me?" I could only make out a few of her words and lifted my hand, groping around blindly for hers. Her hand found mine and she set our hands down together in her lap.

More of the warm liquid I registered as blood spilled down my chin. Something cold was pressed to the source of my blood. "Shh, you're okay, Shortcake. It'll all work out."

Something about Santana reassuring me calmed me down a bit. Not a whole lot, but at least I could make out colors. Red blood, Santana's dark hair, the brown bathroom cabinets traced with red blood. "I'm gonna lift you up now. Just a little warning. One, two, three."

I could make out Santana's figure and the shape of the toilet we were sitting on. The pressure increased against my forehead. I gasped for air and let it out in a shaky breath. Maybe if I could steady my breathing, I could possibly get myself to stop crying. It worked for the most part, but a few silent tears still fell.

Santana's warm brown eyes met mine. "It's all right, Rachel. That's coming from me. If I say it's okay, then it better well be." I chuckled weakly. Santana flipped my body around so I was sitting in her lap again. I sniffled many times. Santana's fingers danced through my hair for a few minutes before she spoke softly, "Will you be okay to stand for a minute?" I sniffled and nodded. I hoped she was getting tissues. I used the entire box covering up the discarded pregnancy test.

She lifted me up, as said, and left the room. I picked the toilet paper and tissues off the tile, hesitant to use the dirty tissues to wipe my nose. I decided against it and threw them away once again. Santana hovered in the doorway, her arms full of objects she slammed on the bathroom counter.

"What is all that?"

"Just some Tylenol, tissues, a washcloth, band-aids, you know, the good stuff." I took the box of tissues and sat back down on the counter top as I blew my nose. When I looked in the mirror a girl with dirty red-brown hair and a soft pink nose with puffy eyes glared back. I winced and turned back around to find a glass of water and the box of medicine. Grateful, I took the medicine as Santana cleaned my cut. It stung, but at least she was being nice. What was up with this? Did she want something?

"Thank you so much, Santana. I owe you one. You can pick the movies we watch for the next week or something. Whatever it is, I don't care. Just please don't tell anyone about this, especially Kurt?"

"All right. If you don't mind me asking.." I knew what she was going to ask. Every joint in my body tightened. "Who is the father?"

"Finn." I could feel the color drain out of my face. Santana, knowing what was about to happen, came at me and picked me up. We hugged for a while until I was set back down. I looked up at her questionably. "Sorry, I just never thought that would happen." I smiled and rolled my eyes.

"Agh, I have to go to the diner. Dani needs me. Want me to tell them you can't come in tonight?" I nodded.

I wandered out of our bathroom and into the kitchen, detaching my sweater from the kitchen chair as I walked by. "So you aren't coming?" Santana wondered aloud. "No, I'm just going for a walk." Santana raised her eyebrows but blinked and looked away.

"'Kay Shortcake. Be careful." I gave a slight nod and slid the door open.

Message to: Brody

meet me at 42nd street.. now!

The night's winds ripped against my bare legs. Determined, I kept on walking. Forty-second street was just barely noticeable, due to a lack of lights. In fact the entire way here had few lights as well.

There stood Brody, waiting in the exact location I had told him. "Baby," he said as a way of greeting. He gave me a long, satisfying kiss that made my stomach squirm uncomfortably. I waited for him to pull apart, not wanting to upset him all ready. He seemed happy to see me. That smile wouldn't last forever.

"Babe, I have something to tell you." I broke apart from the beginning of another series of kisses by laying my hand on his chest. "What is it, sweetheart?" He stroked back my growing bangs.

His eyes met mine and locked mine into place. I struggled to look away. No. I had to do this now.

"I'm pregnant," I finally announced, ashamed and miserable, a tear making its way out of my eye. I brushed it away with my thumb, the way he was supposed to.

"Finn's," Brody growled through his gritted teeth. I didn't have time to respond before he broke out into song, stepping backwards. I was partly glad I didn't have to nod or answer, but afraid for what was going to happen.

"Baby I'm praying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive. Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals."

My stomach twisted into another knot. I knew what was going on.

"Maybe you think that you can hide. I can smell your scent from miles just like animals, animals, like animals-mals. Baby I'm- so what you trying to do to me? It's like we can't stop, we're enemies. But we get along when I'm inside you," he whined on the last note, bringing his voice up to an impressive note. By now, he was in front of me. Brody walked forwards, forcing me against a shop window. The glass shot a shiver up my lower back and spine, which coursed through my entire body, head to toe.

"Yeah! You're like a drug what's killing me." Brody jabbed his finger into my chest. "I cut you out entirely. But I get so high when I'm inside you! Yeah, you can start over, you can run free. You can find other fish in the sea. You can pretend that it's meant to be, but you can't stay away from me!" His serious glare met my frightened one. I was more than glad when he shut his eyes to sing the next few lines.

"I can still hear you making that sound," He shook his head. "Taking me down, rolling on the ground. You can pretend that it was me, but no. Oh!" I took off running in any direction. Brody's shoes clicked against the pavement behind me as he chased me around the tall skyscrapers.

"Baby I'm praying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive! Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals." I hid with my back to the building, attempting to recover my well-needed breath. His voice ricocheted off this buildings and echoed all around, projecting loud and clear, but drawing no one for help. Terrorized, I looked up to find Brody in one of the windows.

"Baby I'm- so if I run, it's not enough. You're still in my head, forever stuck. So you can do what you want to do." His face disappeared and I took off running again.

"I love your lies, I'll eat them up. But don't deny the animal that comes alive when I'm inside you. Yeah you can start over, you can run free. You can find other fish in the sea." Brody caught hold of my wrist. I tugged, hard, trying to get away from the source of danger, my instincts acting above all thoughts.

"You can pretend that it's mean to be, but you can't stay away from me. I can still hear you making that sound, taking me down, rolling on the ground." His grip tightened and it began to sting. "You can pretend that it was me, but no!" I kicked him hard in the back of his thigh, temporarily freeing my hand. In the time I had I ran, my hair blowing behind me. The wind ripped against my skin.

"Oh! Baby I'm praying on you tonight, hunt you down, eat you alive!" He grabbed my shoe and I fell onto the cement, my knee skinned open and bleeding. There were tears stained to Brody's shirt and the pavement.

"Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals. Maybe you think that you can hide. I can smell your scent from miles. Just like animals, animals, like animals-mals." He forced me onto my back and slid my hands under my back so I was laying on them. Brody crawled on top of me, pinning me down, his breath a cloud in between our faces. A tear of betrayal leaked onto the pavement.

He continued to sing, but I couldn't hear the words. He was slapping, punching, poking. Please, let me go. Let this be over.

I groaned in pain when his foot made contact with my jaw. My breathing struggled as I tried to steady it. That was an impossible task to achieve when you couldn't even move your hand. Black dots were overcoming much of my vision. It all became black soon, the black dots won over. My senses dulled, I couldn't hear any more of the song, not that I wanted to. Darkness.

(A/N: Suspense, Muhahaha. I hope you liked it. I will be updating ASAP, but in exchange for more story I expect reviews! Bye guys, see you all in chapter three!

Song(s) used: Animals - Maroon 5

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