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Rachel Hudson: Facing her worst nightmare.

"Jesse?" Rachel said. She felt extremely confused.

"Hey Rachel," He said smoothly, leaning against the door. "You mind if I...?"

"Sure, come on in." Rachel sighed. She wanted to just kick him out. He had no business here. Jesse settled on the couch, comfortably. Rachel quickly placed a protecting hand on her bulging abdomen. The doctor had declared her as five and a half months. Had the wedding really been that long ago? She wondered. She had completely forgotten about the other presence in the room.

"So, you're pregnant, eh?" Jesse asked. Rachel nodded. Wasn't it obvious? "Finn's kid, right?" he questioned. Rachel rolled her eyes angrily.

"Jesse, what do you want?" She snapped.

"I heard your husband is gone." Jesse clarified.

"And...?" Rachel said. That wasn't a good enough explanation.

"Why are you being so rude?" Jesse cracked.

Rachel sighed. "I don't know," she began. "I miss Finn too much I guess." Rachel took a seat next to Jesse. Jesse slowly wrapped an arm over her shoulders. Rachel attempted to move, but, at the time, it felt right.

"You know, it's never too late to love someone else." Jesse whispered. Rachel immediately got up. She was no longer comfortable.

"What are you talking about?" Rachel said, dumbfounded.

"I'm talking about you coming with me." He stood, and settled his hands on Rachel's shoulders.

"Get off of me." Rachel demanded.

"Common, Rachel. We'll run away to New York. Raise the baby as a St. James. It'll be perfect." Jesse beseeched.

"Jesse, I haven't seen you in years. The last time I saw you, you cracked an egg on my skull. You can't just waltz in here many years later, telling me to run off with you."

"But," Jesse began.

"Now, you listen very carefully, pal. I have an amazing husband who I wouldn't trade for anything in the world, especially not for scum like you. Now, leave my house, or I will get authorities involved." Rachel threatened.

"Rachel," Jesse started again.

"Get. Out." Rachel demanded. Jesse quickly recollected himself, and walked out the door. As Jesse left, Quinn entered the house.

"Did you see that?" Rachel sighed.

"Every single bit," Quinn smiled. "Good for you."

Finn Hudson: Thankful.

Finn's hands were wrapped around a package of white socks. They were such simple materials, but in the past months, they had become so significant. Rachel had sent him a brown box. The contents included undergarments, detergent, hygienic items, and even some candy. Finn knew he and Puck were gonna fight over the candy soon... Or not-It seemed that Quinn had sent Puck a box too. Good. I want my candy. Finn smiled. There was some photo's in the box. Finn flipped through them, examining each one carefully. He stared in awe at the ultrasound photos. Baby Hudson-His baby-Finn and Rachel's baby.The thought tickled Finn's insides.

"Exited, huh?" Puck smiled. He had snuck up behind Finn, giving him a great scare.

"You have absolutely no idea." Finn whispered, still overcome with emotion.

"I still remember Beth's ultrasound photos," Puck trailed off.

The final picture was Finn's personal favorite. It was Rachel, sitting in the garden. She had on a simple white tank top and jeans rolled up to her knees. She had her arms wrapped around her stomach, and she was staring at it. No, she was staring at the baby. Their baby.

Rachel Hudson and Quinn Puckerman: Getting ready to leave.

The next day after all the Jesse drama, came the day for Rachel to get her monthly ultrasound. The car ride was quiet, other than the occasional cough. Both Rachel and Quinn were feeling a bit worn out. When they arrived to the doctor's office, they took Rachel in right away, and Quinn trailed into the room, right behind them.

"Go ahead and sit Mrs. Hudson. The doctor will be right with you." The nurse stated, and slipped out the door. Soon, the doctor strolled into the bright room, and dimmed the lights.

"How've you been, Rachel?" she asked.

"Same ol', same ol'." Rachel somewhat sighed.

"And Finn?" the doctor requested.

"So far, so good." Rachel smiled.

"Well, let's go ahead and begin."

Rachel lifted her shirt, like always. Rachel felt the doctor spread a thick, frigid gel on her abdomen, followed by the slight pressure of a boxy looking thing. There was suddenly a picture on the screen.

Quinn was sitting in the corner, inaudibly flipping through an issue of "People Magazine".

Rachel watched, in admiration as she inspected how much the baby had developed. There was a tiny flicker on the screen, and the sound of a pounding heart. Rachel was beaming. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of yet another flicker. Oh gosh, Rachel thought to herself.

The doctor looked at her with a courteous smile.

"Well, Rachel, it seems as though you and Mr. Hudson are expecting twins."