A/N: So I'm sure I've already said this in a previous author's note but I typically never start posting a story before I have finished writing it. But since I finished writing it today (complete with epilogue!)I figured I would treat y'all to another chapter. Hopefully this will answer some of the questions that I'm sure y'all have by now. And no, this is not the last chapter. I thought I would go ahead and clarify that since I've readers of mine in the past have had confusion about that when I said I finished writing a story. This is not the end.


While listening to the fast drumming of the heartbeat emmiting from the box, Rachel Berry felt as if her own heart stopped beating within her chest. She had wanted so desperately to believe that she wasn't pregnant when she came to the doctor's last time but there was no mistaking that heartbeat. It was way too fast to be her own and unless she was harboring some sort of alien life form inside her body, she was in fact pregnant. "Oh my God," she whispers as she closes her eyes and feels tears trickle down the side of her face.

Quickly shutting off the machine and cleaning off the gel, Dr. Stevens asks, "Rachel, are you alright?"

A sob tears through the young girl's lips as she rapidly shakes her head from side to side. "No no no no no no no," she whispers over and over again. "I can't be pregnant. I don't want to be pregnant. What am I going to do?" She just cries that much harder when no answers immediately come to mind.

The doctor gazes down upon the girl in front of her and feels a wave of sympathy wash over her. "Would you like me to give you some time to yourself?" Rachel shakes her head no. "Alright, well then I really need to have an ultrasound done on you so we can figure out how far along you are. Because of your irregular menstruation cycle I can't really go by your last period if you can't remember when it was so I'm going to have to measure the fetus. I'll need you to follow me to the ultrasound room please."

Rachel nods her head woodenly as she gets up off the exam table and stumbles out the door behind her doctor. She wraps her arms around herself attempting to ward off the sudden chill that is seeping into her bones at the thought that she is indeed 100% positively pregnant. The petite brunette just lets her tears fall freely down her face as she walks down the hallway and into another room where the ultrasound machine and a female technician are. She lays down on the table when instructed to do so and raises her shirt up once more.

Once the gel is reapplied to her stomach, Rachel just stares blankly at the screen filled with black and white static. The ultrasound technician begins to move the transducer around in the gel covering the teenage girl's belly and an image instantly appears. Despite how much she doesn't want to be pregnant right at that moment, Rachel still can't help but to be slightly awed at the fact that the image she is seeing on that screen is actually a fetus that is growing inside her and will one day become a living and breathing baby. Every few seconds the tech stops the sensor and clicks the mouse by the computer in order to capture an image or types in numbers to chart the growth of the fetus.

"Alright," the female tech says as she clicks the mouse a few more times and cleans up the gel on Rachel's stomach. "We're all done. Judging by the measurements I'd say that you're about 14 weeks along. Which according to my calendar means that the date of conception was probably around the first week of July."

"How can I possibly be 14 weeks pregnant?" Rachel asks her doctor incredulously. "Wouldn't I have shown some sort of symptoms by now?"

Dr. Stevens clears her throat before speaking, "Well as you know, since your cycle is irregular you can't go off the most obvious indicator of having a missed period. You also apparently didn't get any morning sickness so the nausea wouldn't have tipped you off either. And I believe that you have been experiencing other symptoms but that you've just been trying to rationalize them as something else because you just didn't want to believe that you are pregnant. Those questions I was asking you earlier were to try and see what you had been experiencing so far. You mentioned fatigue, soreness, weight gain, a desire to eat foods that you normally wouldn't and then becoming overly emotional when thinking about how those foods came about. So the signs have been there but you've just ignored them," she says as gently as she can.

Rachel just stares at her doctor in a state of shock as the ultrasound technician places some glossy black and white ultrasound images into her hand. The young girl glances down at the picture on top and sees her baby's profile and tears rush to her eyes again. Looking from the image to her doctor and back down again she whispers, "It's really real isn't it?"

"Yes, Rachel, it is. Now I'm going to take a guess that you didn't actually get your prescription of prenatal vitamins filled, so here's another prescription for them," Dr. Stevens says quietly as she hands the piece of paper to her. "And I'm going to need you to make that appointment that I told you to make last time."

Rachel gives a tiny sheepish smile at the gentle reprimand.

"Now if you have no other questions, I'll see you in six weeks time for another check up and ultrasound. If you're interested we should be able to find out the gender of your baby at that time."

Rachel startles at that information, "So soon?"

Dr. Stevens gives her a small smile, "Well you did manage to make it through your entire first trimester none the wiser to the fact that you're pregnant so it's not really that soon. But I can understand how it would seem so to you. Do you have any questions for me?"

The brunette just shakes her head slowly as she stares at the photos in her hand.

"Alright, well then I'll see you in a few weeks," she says as she walks out the door.

After she makes her appointment for six weeks in the future, Rachel makes her way to her car in a daze. Acting on auto pilot, she unlocks the doors, gets in and buckles up but doesn't start the engine as she just sits there in silence trying to figure out how this happened to her. Remembering that the ultrasound technician said that she thought the time of conception was around the first week of July, Rachel tries to jog her memory of what she was doing all those months ago. The only thing that she can think of that was unusual for her is that she went to a fourth of July party at Finn and Kurt's house.

She honestly can't remember much of that night anymore since it had been a few months. Rachel remembers making sure she picked out an appropriately festive outfit in red, white and blue and being welcomed by her Glee friends at the party. She had tried to stay away from the other teenagers there who she knew were less than friendly towards her. She vaguely remembers at some point in time being handed a drink in a red plastic cup and downing it quickly due to her parched throat and seeing Noah flirting with some random girl. She hadn't realized how thirsty (and apparently how not over her ex-boyfriend) she was until it was gone and she realized that it was beer she had just consumed. Deciding that she wasn't really a beer kind of girl she had drifted off to the kitchen to see if there was anything better to drink.

Things had gotten rather hazy after that point because the next thing Rachel could clearly recall was waking up in a strange bed with no clue on how she got there. Trying her hardest to remember every detail of that morning, the teenager recalls that she woke up feeling unusually stiff and sore and that she had written it off as just being tired from all of her practicing for ballet class. The brunette gasps when she remembers that there had been blood in her panties that morning. At the time, she had just thought that she was starting her period since she knew she had an irregular menstrual cycle. But when the bleeding hadn't continued, she had just chalked it up to spotting and went about her life like normal. But with the information that she was now in fact pregnant, Rachel realizes that she had apparently lost her virginity that night and had no idea who had taken it.

Safely tucked away in the confines of her car, Rachel begins to sob loudly as she came to terms with what had happened to her. All I wanted was a night of fun with my friends, she thinks to herself. And I wind up getting pregnant instead.


Noah Puckerman sighs as he pulls into the medical center parking lot. He has much better things to be doing with his afternoon than bringing his mom the dinner that she forgot. But being the good son that he is trying harder to be after the whole being a teenage father and breaking up with Rachel Berry thing, he made sure not to gripe at his mom when she had called him with her request. Puck snatches up the bag of food and starts heading towards the building. As he weaves his way through the cars in the parking lot he thinks he spots a familiar silver Toyota. Unconsciously he starts walking towards the car and that's when he sees her. Rachel Berry is sitting in her car looking as if she is having some sort of emotional breakdown.

Great just what I need in my day, an errand with a side of crazy. Puck briefly thinks about just turning around and continuing on with his mission but he can't get the image of his ex-girlfriend's shoulders shaking up and down in time with her crying. Resigning himself to the fact that he did make a promise to God a long time ago that he would be better to his fellow Jews, Puck steps up to her car and raps his knuckles on her window. He smirks briefly when he sees the young girl inside jump at the unexpected noise but the smirk falls off his face when she turns to look at him.

When Rachel rolls down the window, he leans his forearm on the roof of the car and bends down so he was a little closer to her. "Hey Berry, what's up?"

Sniffling loudly, Rachel just stares at him. "What do you want, Noah?"

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," she says with a slight quiver to her voice.

Puck snorts in derision. "Yeah because normal girls bawl their eyes out in a parking lot every day."

"Shut it, Puckerman!" she snaps at him.

The football player stands up then and replies, "Fine. I was just trying to be nice and check on you. You know, being nice to my fellow hot Jew and all."

Rachel swipes roughly at her eyes and cheeks to get rid of her tears and says dejectedly, "Whatever, Noah. I don't have time for this conversation right now. I'll see you on Monday." Then she rolls up her window, starts her car and drives away leaving Puck to just stare after her until he turns around and starts heading towards the building to give his mom her dinner and trying to figure out what in the fuck just happened.


When Rachel gets home she is relieved to see that her fathers aren't home from work yet. She isn't ready just yet to tell them about her life altering news and feels the need to wallow for a little bit longer. Walking into her bathroom, she turns on the water in the tub and adds some lavender scented bubble bath to it to help soothe her frazzled nerves. Once the tub is ready, Rachel turns on her iPod and places it in the speaker system before stepping into the tub and sinking all the way down to her neck and letting out a sigh as a few silent tears slip out the corner of her eyes.

The petite brunette can't believe that she is fourteen weeks pregnant and had no idea. Letting the warm water soothe her aching body and troubled mind, the teenager lets her mind wander. How could this happen to me? I can't believe that my night of fun turned out so horribly. I mean there are really only two scenarios that I can think of that would involve me ending up in this predicament. And while one of them isn't exactly stellar for my reputation, I simply refuse to accept the idea that I am a victim after finding out over three months later that it could've happened. No, I simply just have to believe that I apparently just got drunk and threw myself at some guy and we had sex.

And aren't there stories out there about women that knew within weeks of conceiving that they were pregnant? The young girl thinks to herself. What does that say about me? What kind of mother am I going to be if I wasn't even aware that I was pregnant until now? Her body suddenly stiffens in shock. Wait WHAT? Me...a..a mother? What in the hell am I thinking? I can't be a mother. I've never had a strong female presence in my life to model myself after to even have the first idea on how to be a mother.

But I can't get rid of the baby, she argues with herself as her hands unconsciously move to rest on her lower abdomen. I always believed myself to be pro choice but I know that I can't go through such a procedure as that. Even if I might not want to keep the baby I could never just get rid of it. I mean it's a part of me and I could no sooner get rid of myself then someone who is a part of me. I know I can give the baby up for adoption like Noah and Quinn did but I saw what that did to them. I know they don't speak about it but I can tell that they're always going to carry around that knowledge that they produced a baby together and gave her away. Even if they did it for good reasons and it was what was best for Beth, and that they have the opportunity to get to know her now since she was adopted by my birth mother of all people. I just don't know if I would be strong enough to give away my child and not share my love of music with him or her.

Realizing that her bath water has turned cold, Rachel sighs and pulls the plug to let the water drain before exiting the bath tub and drying herself off with a towel and heading into her bedroom. Hearing noises from downstairs, she figures that her fathers are now home and that there is no time like the present to break the news to them. So quickly getting dressed in a loose t-shirt and yoga pants, she grabs the ultrasound photos and leaves her room to go downstairs to have the uncomfortable conversation.

"Dad? Daddy?" Rachel calls out as she reaches the bottom of the stairs.

"In the kitchen," her dad responds. Leroy Berry glances up from his briefcase as he sees his teenage daughter enter the room. "Hi, sweetheart. How was your day?" Rachel just sniffles.

Hearing the noise, Hiram asks, "Did something happen at school today?" The brunette girl just shakes her head woodenly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Rachel looks up with tears pooling in her eyes as she stares at her dad and then at her daddy. She opens her mouth to speak but feels her throat close up as she chokes on the first word. When she tries again, she gets the same result and then her tears start to fall steadily down her cheeks. The young girl roughly swipes at her cheeks, unaware that in doing so she is flashing the ultrasound pictures at her fathers.

Leroy visibly pales when he catches a glimpse of the black and white photos. "Rachel, honey...are those what I think they are?" he asks cautiously. She gives the tiniest of nods as she cries even harder. "Oh Rachel," he says quietly as he quickly envelopes his daughter in a tight hug. "It's ok sweetheart. Everything will be ok."

"What's going on?" Hiram asks, still not understanding.

His husband gently pries the photos from Rachel's grasp and hands them to him and as he looks at the still shots of the baby and sees his daughter's name as the patient, he quickly rushes to her side and hugs both her and Leroy as tightly as he can, letting her continue to sob out all of her pain and sadness. Once she stops crying so much, he suggests that they sit in the living room so that they can talk.

The two men set their daughter in between them on the couch and each take one of her hands in their own as they wait for her to speak. When she isn't immediately forthcoming with information, Leroy gently asks, "Is it Noah's? Do we need to hunt him down and make him man up?"

Rachel just shakes her head as she quietly said, "No, it's not Noah's. At least I don't believe it's his since we hadn't reached that level of intimacy before we broke up."

"Alright, well if it's not Noah's, then who is the father?" Leroy prods. She just shrugs her shoulders in a very uncharacteristic manner. "What do you mean you don't know?"

The petite girl laughs mirthlessly, "Just that. I don't know."

"How can you not know? Surely you can't be that far along."

Rachel sniffles before replying. "That's actually the rather surprising part. According to the ultrasound," she glances at the pictures, "the date of conception was around the beginning of July."

Hiram quickly does the math in his head before blurting out, "That's fourteen weeks ago!"

She nods and takes a deep breath as she begins explaining about the party and what she remembers happening and how she believes that to be the night that everything happened seeing as how she knew that she and Noah never had sex while they were dating and that she certainly hadn't been sexually active since the party. "I just...I'm so confused. My doctor told me that I was pregnant a few weeks ago but I didn't want to believe her because it just didn't seem possible but then I heard the heart beat and there are these photos. And I just can't deny it anymore. What am I going to do?" the young girl starts crying again as she is once again overwhelmed by the reality of her situation.

Leroy wraps his arms around her and does his best to console her while Hiram goes to get her a large glass of water. Returning to his small family on the couch, he hands the glass to his daughter and watches as she takes large gulps of water and tries to calm down. "Well sweetie, we're definitely not thrilled with this news but we're not mad at you. Accidents do happen and the important thing right now is to focus on keeping you and your baby as healthy as we can."

"I'm so sorry," Rachel says as she finishes off the water in her glass.

"Shh, it'll be alright. Somehow it'll be alright," Leroy tells her with as much calm as he can muster. "What do you want to do with the baby?"

"I don't really know. I know I can't possibly get rid of it. I know I'm much too young to be ready to be a mother and that adoption is of course an option but I'm just not sure if I can go through the process of giving away someone that is a part of me. Not after everything I went through with reconnecting with Shelby only to have her tell me that I wasn't what she was looking for after all." A few more tears fall from her eyes as she briefly thinks about her birth mother who is now living in Lima and teaching at her high school of all places.

"Alright. Well, you still have some time to figure out what you want to do. But just remember that your father and I will support you with whatever you decide to do and that we love you very very much," Leroy tells her before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Rachel turns her teary eyes to look at her daddy as Hiram has been relatively silent during this whole discussion. While she loves both of her fathers equally, she has always feared disappointing her daddy more than her dad. She can't really explain it to herself but that's just the way it was. "Daddy?" she whispers.

Seeing his daughter's red, puffy, blood stained eyes and her cheeks covered in tear tracks, Hiram Berry gruffly pulls her to his chest and holds on to her tightly as she starts crying all over again. "Your dad is right, Rachel. We love you and we'll support you through this. You just need to make sure to keep us informed on what's happening with you and this baby. Know that we're always here to talk to or even just to listen." Pulling her body gently away from his own, he swipes his thumbs across her face to wipe away her tears and places a kiss on the top of her head before saying, "Now how about we get something to eat? What would you like?"

Rachel's face breaks out into a small smile, feeling somewhat better now that her father's know her secret and that they apparently aren't mad at her. "Chinese?"


A/N: So there you have it. The big reveal on what happened. Except for it's kinda like I was explaining to a reviewer, that it's almost like one of those Choose Your Own Adventure books (which I never actually read as a child). So you could say that it's a Choose Your Own Pregnancy Method or something like that. Haha. I don't know, it was just something that I was thinking about and amused me.

Oh yes, and let's also just all pretend that we live in a world where Rachel is one of those stupidly lucky girls that doesn't have to deal with morning sickness while pregnant. I was sadly never that lucky in either of my pregnancies. And also keep in mind that there are women out there that have irregular menstrual cycles (so their Aunt Flo doesn't visit them as often) and who can apparently go for a long time without knowing that they are pregnant. Although I've really never understood how one can literally go 9 months without knowing that they're pregnant but whatever.