Chapter 4
Puck, Finn, and Sam were walking out of the football team's first dance rehearsal in the Choir Room. Sam looked really exhausted.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Puck asked, Sam looked like he was gonna fall over any second now.
"Nothing. I just got a lot on my mind," Sam deflected, hoping Puck would jut leave it.
"Seriously, dude. What's going on? We're your best friends. Talk to us!" Finn demanded.
"It's personal. Leave it alone," Sam snapped back.
"I knew it! You're in love with Kurt! Rachel's gonna be heartbroken-" Sam cut Puck off.
"Rachel's pregnant. She's keeping the baby," Sam said, "Happy?"
Sam walked away, while Finn and Puck's eyes grew wider. They couldn't believe their ears!
Rachel was walking down another hallway, carrying her books. She looked really worried, just like Sam had before. Finn came out of the other hallway into Rachel's.
"Hey, are you okay?" Finn asked
"Leave me alone," Rachel said, pushing past him.
She continued walking, but Finn followed her.
"I-I just gotta know, who's the father?" Finn asked.
Rachel whirled around.
"Who told you about my… condition?" Rachel demanded.
"Look, Sam's my best friend. He told me after football practice," Puck informed her.
"You make it a habit of sleeping with your best friend's girlfriends?" Rachel asked, tearfully.
Rachel turned on her heel and walked down the hallway. To get her attention, Finn made a spectacle when he spoke, throwing his hands in the air and shouting loudly.
"Well, call Broadway! We've got ourselves another Broadway Baby!" Finn shouted.
Rachel raced back to Finn and dragged him to the nearest corridor to talk privately.
"I'll take care of you now, you two. My dad was a never around. I don't want to be like him," Finn told her.
"Look, Sam will never know we slept together and as far as I'm concerned it never happened. This baby is Sam's, not yours. You're never gonna tell him either, because that would break his heart and mine. So leave me ALONE!" Rachel spat.
Rachel ran down the hallway, overcome with emotion.
It was pouring down rain outside. Rachel came running to her pink Mini Cooper. She was crying, hard. She opened the car door, sat down in the drivers' seat, and sobbed for a few seconds before she was interrupted by a voice. Terri was sitting in the passenger seat
"How many weeks are you? From the looks of you, I'd say no more than five or six. I assume you haven't told your parents yet. After all they've done to raise you? You can't raise this baby, Rachel," Terri told her.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Rachel asked, still crying.
"I'm just somebody who wants to help," Terri said with a little smile.
"I don't need your help! Get the hell out of my car!" Rachel yelled.
"Really? What kind of prenatal vitamins are you taking?" Terri asked.
Rachel had no response to that question. Terri went searching through her purse and pulled out a bottle of prenatal vitamins.
"Yeah. Here. Three times a day, or your baby will be ugly," she told Rachel.
"I don't understand. What do you want from me?" Rachel sniffled.
Terri merely smiled.
