A/N:Hey everybody. This is the last chapter that will stay on the same storyline for these guys. This is what would happen with either guy as the father, but this is where it breaks. I'll be continuing this story with Puck as the father in Something Better, and Sam will be in a story called Making the Best. I know that Rachel seems a little OOC in this chapter, but she's going through a lot right now, all within the span of two days. Please put up with me? Thank you for reading, favoriting, following, and reviewing! It makes my day.

A/N about reviews later:Hi again. I got a few questions in a review that are really good, but it was a guest so I can't message them. I'm putting it up on here instead. Rachel and Sam weren't secretly dating, they just didn't want their relationship to be the center of a lot of gossip. That was mostly Sam's doing, Rachel loves to be the center of attention, but she accepted it. They slept together then broke up because he was moving. He's come back now, after Rachel and Finn went to go get him, and Rachel feels awkward after finding out that he was a stripper instead of telling her his family was struggling. That drove a wedge between them, and they haven't really talked since, even though they both want to. I hope that answers your questions. For the people who asked about Puck, they won't remember that night at all. Sorry, and I know that it seems a little slutty, but this Rachel that I'm writing is sick of the boundaries that she set for herself, and that will lead to some things I can't tell you yet.

"Seriously not trying to be rude, but Puck and Sam?" Quinn looked at her incredulously.

She blushed, curling her legs in on herself and resting against the cool glass of the bathtub.

"Yes. I'll know when I am told the due-date. I dated Sam over the summer, and we had a sort of out-with-a-bang night that ended in bed. It was the night before school started; two months ago. We used protection, but the condom broke."

"You weren't on the pill?"

"I was, but the medicine I was taking for allergies negated it and I didn't know until the doctor told me."

Quinn sighed and sat across from Rachel, her knees pulled in the same way.

"And Puck?"

"I'm really not sure. Do you remember that party last month, the one that Kurt hosted?"

"Of course I do. I made out with Santana that night." Quinn scrunched up her nose. "I'm very straight."

Rachel chuckled, and continued her story.

"Well, Noah got really drunk, so I offered to take him home. When we got to his house, we continued drinking, and I ended up waking up in his bed. Neither of us remember the night before, and we were only wearing our underwear, so we just assumed that we had sex."

Quinn looked like she was puzzling over something, but her face cleared quickly.

Three knocks rang out softly.

"Hey, are you guys okay?" Puck asked from the other side of the door. "I only ask because Beth just woke up, and Quinn's practice starts in like, 15 minutes."

"We're fine. Come in here." Quinn called out for him, and beamed when he walked in holding Beth.

"Hey Berry, you okay?" Puck looked terrified at the notion of having to deal with some sort of breakdown, and pressed his back against the counter.

She shook her head, tears welling up again.

"Can you do me a favor?" She asked, her voice shaking.

Rachel couldn't look at him, so she focused on Quinn and Beth. They were snuggling, Quinn holding her daughter close.

"Sure."

"Would you please buy me a pregnancy test?" She blurted out, looking him in the eye after she said it. The tears started to fall, and her voice became choked. Unintentionally, she started to ramble. "I don't want to go because then everybody would know, and if you go you could be buying them for anybody, you don't have to-"

"Are you pregnant?" There was a deer-caught-in-headlights look on his face as he stared at her stomach.

There wasn't anything to see, but Rachel wrapped her arms around herself.

"I don't know." Even in her state, she managed to muster up the sentiment to roll her eyes. "That's why I need the test."

Quinn, who had been staying out of it thusfar, spoke up. "Buy her a couple. So that she knows for sure."

Puck didn't look like he heard her.

"Is it mine?" He finally managed to get out.

Rachel hid her face, so her response came out muffled.

"I don't know." She wiped her damp cheeks, and turned to address her newly found ally. "Quinn, would you mind explaining it to him? I'll take Beth and get us both ready for the day."

Not waiting for an answer but receiving a yes, she took the pajama-clad little girl out of her new friends arms and left.

She put on the clothes that Quinn had given her; a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a gray tank top, and slid a dress onto Beth. Instead of doing anything big, Rachel brushed her strait hair and pulled it into a messy high ponytail. A few strands escaped in the front, and Beth amused herself by tugging on them.

They sat on the floor of Quinn's room, Beth oddly quiet as she stared around the room, and Rachel silent as she observed Beth.

If she were pregnant, then she would have custody of another baby. It also meant that her dads would never take her back into their home.

"Hey, Rachel." Puck leaned against the doorframe, staring at her.

She turned, standing up and mirroring him so that she leaned against the other half of the frame.

"Hello Noah. I take it Quinn explained everything to you." She focused on the little girl whom she had balanced on her hip. "I sincerely hope that you're not mad at me."

"I'm not." He glanced at the baby, who was playing on the floor. "When will you know?"

"When the doctor tells me a due date." She shrugged. "I'm really sorry Noah."

"You have no reason to be. I should have learned after Beth; always use protection."

"We might have." Rachel cast her eyes skyward. "We might have even done anything. But that means that I got drunk while pregnant. Really drunk. Don't remember a thing in the morning drunk. I don't even know for sure yet."

"Oh yeah. I'm going to go buy the tests. Quinn already left for practice, so I'll just run us by the store on the way to school." He saw the panicked look on her face, and gripped the top of her arms gently. "Don't worry, I'll go in. You don't need to even look outside of the car."

She nodded, and left him with Beth, picking up her bag and coat on the way to his car.

Rachel sat inside for a minute before he came out, and they drove to the drugstore in silence.