A/N: Here's the second storyline idea.
Rachel Berry-Hudson strode into "Mother-Oh-My," a pre-natal class in the heart of Manhattan. The smell of Starbucks, Chanel No.5, and expensive Coach Purses perpetrated from a sage green room. The tiny brunette could make out a few figures sitting on different colored yoga mats.
Rachel made her way to that specific room, after figuring out that that was the only crowded room. She waved to a few annoyed woman, one –probably the most beautiful girl the Broadway star has ever seen- a Latino with raven hair shot her daggers with her eyes. A blonde next to her touched her leg lightly. They were both heavily pregnant.
"Hello," the blond said through the soothing rainforest music. "I'm Britney S. Pierce-Lopez." The blond, Britney, extended her hand. Rachel took it right away. Britney had long nails that dug into Rachel's fair skin.
"I'm Rachel Berry-Hudson," she announced proudly. "Nice to meet you!"
Britney smiled before returning to the girl next to her. Were they partners? Like rainbow partners? That would explain the whole Pierce-Lopez thing. The raven haired girl looked to be a Lopez. A tiny Asian burst through the French doors and ran into the room.
"Am I late?" she scanned the room. "Oh God, if I'm late.."
"Don't get your oversized panties in a bunch," the Latino retorted. "You're not late."
Rachel frowned at the woman's meanness. Rachel liked to believe that niceness was the key to a happy life. She'd met some few people that were less than nice, and well… they were all dead now. Just then, another lady walked in.
This lady was another beyond gorgeous girl that this time, Rachel recognized. Her name was different then most… Q something. Quinn? Yes, Quinn! Quinn Fabray was her name. The pretty golden haired girl was knocked up by Rachel's husbands teammate. By the rock on Quinn's finger, she could say that Quinn was engaged.
"Hello," Quinn sing songed to Britney and the Latino. "How are you ladies today?" Rachel tuned out the conversation, and focused on a picture of a growing, well… lady part. She absolutely hated that 'V' word.
The Asian moved closer, and Rachel felt eyes boring holes into her temple. "I'm Rachel Berry-Hudson," Rachel finally said.
"Tina Chang," the girl told her. "It's just like high school right? The Unholy Trinity pact and then… us. That's Santana and Britney," she pointed to two of the girls. "They're together."
"I guessed."
"Yeah, and then that's Quinn… she's the newbie. Except for you."