Mike and Rachel walk down the empty halls, their hands brushing together as they swing by their sides. Even after a few months of dating, she still blushed whenever something like that happened.
"What do you want to do for our song?" Mike asks her, stopping in the middle of the hall. She keeps walking for a second before she swings around and walks toward him.
"I'm not sure. Welcome to the jungle?" she suggests jokingly, and he laughs loudly.
"Maybe, it sure seems like it most the time." he replies and they both start laughing uncontrollably, neither knowing why, but not really caring either. They jump when Santana taps Rachel's shoulder, and she jumps.
"What's wrong with you guys? Are you high? Your high aren't you?"
"Santana!" Rachel exclaims, as if she couldn't believe she would even say such a thing.
"Oh, don't act surprised. It's not like you haven't heard worse from me."
"Fair."
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"Rachel?" She hears over the phone in a voice weak and quiet from crying.
"Quinn? Are you okay?" she asks, concern and worry filling her stomach and heart.
"Will you meet us at the mall?"
"Yes, absolutely. I'll be there in less than 20 minutes."
When she gets there, she's surprised she wasn't pulled over, or in a car crash. She sees them, all the glee girls, huddled around Quinn. Tina, unsurprisingly, was bawling, and all the other girls were trying to calm her down. She was hysterical, her hair in a rats nest, wearing sweat pants and an oversized t-shirt. Rachel rushes over to her.
"Quinn! What's wrong?" she is practically checking her for bruises by now, taking her face in her hands, making her cry worse.
"Finn and I broke up."
"Oh, honey. It's all going to be ok, I promise." she says, not even expecting the next thing that comes out of Quinn's mouth.
"I'm pregnant."