My head was throbbing. First Jesse became Coach Sylvester's assistant, and now he was the co-director of glee club? I mean, it wasn't going to be that bad. I could see him more often now! But then I remembered the faces of my fellow glee clubbers. He practically ruined glee club when he betrayed us and jumped ship back to Vocal Adrenaline right before Regionals. How were they supposed to feel about this? It was going to take a hell of a lot to convince them that Jesse was good again.

"Rachel?" I heard a knock on the door. It strangely wasn't Jesse or Mr. Schue's voice. I opened the door and saw Sam with a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay? You darted to the bathroom pretty fast."

"Yeah just a little morning-" I caught myself "just a little morning stomach ache."

"Oh. I was wondering if you could tell me what's going on in there though. I'm a newcomer, and no one is telling me what the hell is going on."

"Do you really want to know?" I asked, a little happy that I was the first one to tell him and not Quinn, so he wouldn't hear any dirty lies. "Did you ever know that Finn and I dated?"

"Yeah." Sam said "Who didn't?"

"Well last year it lasted about a week, and Finn broke my heart." I remembered that feeling all too well. "Our assignment for the week in glee club was a song with 'Hello' in the title. So, I went to the record store to look for good songs, and that's where Jesse and I met. I knew him because he was the star of Vocal Adrenaline, and he knew me because I was the star of New Directions. We sang a duet to Lionel Ritchie's 'Hello', and I was in love. The next week, so that we could stay in the relationship, he moved to our district and joined New Directions. I made him angry with a video project including him, Noah, and Finn, but that was the only time we broke up. Then the week before Regionals, he and Vocal Adrenaline performed a number in our auditorium. He had gone back to Vocal Adrenaline. Then he and his twenty-six friends from Vocal Adrenaline threw eggs at me and, I'm a vegan, I had horrible nightmares about the mothers of the baby chicks coming after me for revenge for days."

"Oh my god."

"But then, he changed. He came back from college and appeared at my house, wanting me back. I took him back because he couldn't turn on me again, and I know that he's good again, and he's helping me with my baby and-" Sam's face went white as a ghost. I brought my hand up to my mouth, as if trying to take the words that I had just spoken back into my mouth. "Sam, oh my god, PLEASE! Please don't tell anyone that I told you!"

"I-I won't. You can trust me. Pinky-swear." He smiled, holding up his pinky. I tied my pinky around his, which made me smile like a child.

"Rachel?" Jesse appeared in the doorway

"I'm coming. Sam was just helping me. I tripped." I lied. It felt good to have someone know about it, and someone I could trust. He lifted me up from the spot outside of the bathroom we were sitting at and we three re-entered the choir room. The same expressions were on the glee club's faces, only Quinn's looked like she wanted to kill me.

When Sam re-joined her at his seat, I heard her hiss "What were you doing with her?"

"Nothing. I was just checking to see if she was okay." Sam held her hand tight. She was still staring at me though.

"Okay then!" Mr. Schue said on a higher note "Let's start with today's lesson. Today's lesson is about co-existing. Now, I see that some people have started to go against each other, make fun of one another, bring people down" Brittany, Santana, Puck, and Quinn both smiled with guilt. "Throw people into dumpsters," Mr. Schue directed towards Puck "So, this is going to get all of the feelings out on the table and then after this song, I want to see everyone make an effort to be nicer to one another. Jesse?" He handed the sheet music to Jesse, who passed them out and then took a seat beside me and slipped his hand between mine. I held on tight, and he whispered "I love you.", and made me melt. Life seemed perfect at that moment, until the recurring fact that I was pregnant hit me.

"Rachel," he whispered into my ear "Are you okay?"

"With you, I'm not." His face hardened "With you I'm amazing, perfect, wonderful, and brilliant-happy." His face lit up like the sky on Independence Day when I said that, and I leaned over and gave him a long kiss.

Out of my foresight, I saw Finn bite his lip. Maybe it was to hold back the urge to sweep me off my feet and take me back? He had told me once that he had always wanted to do that last year when Jesse and I were kissing. Let him suffer. He made me suffer. I hope that he's the last one to know about my pregnancy. I hope that he learns in some horrible way, and cries, or commits suicide because he loves me too much. I knew that the last one wouldn't happen; I just imagined it to satisfy my thoughts. I then turned my attention to the music in my hand. I squealed with enthusiasm when I saw it was "What is this feeling?" from Wicked.

"?"

"Yes," Mr. Schue said without even looking at me "You may be Elphaba." I beamed.

"Mr. Schuester?" Quinn piped up. She didn't usually care for solos, or duets for that matter. "Could I be this Guh-lind-uh person? The-the lyrics really speak to me!" She fiddled with her gold cross and shot me an icy glare again. How could I miss it? My fathers always mistook this song for Loathing instead of the proper title, which made total sense.

"Um, sure." He replied as we stood up back to back on the center floor.

Quinn: Dearest darlingness Momsie and Popsicle,

Rachel: My dear father,

Both: There's been some confusion over rooming her at Shiz,

Rachel: But of course I'll care for Nessa,

Quinn: But of course, I'll rise above it,

Both: For I know that's how you'd want me to respond, yes; there's been some confusion for you see my roommate is:

Quinn: Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe *glee club laughs*

Rachel: BLONDE *glee club laughs harder*

Quinn: What is this feeling, so sudden and new?

Rachel: *looking at club* I felt it the moment *turning to Quinn* I laid eyes on YOU.

Quinn: My pulse is rushing

Rachel: My head is reeling

Quinn: My face is flushing!

Both: What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Ye-ES! LOATHING! Un-adulterated loathing!

Quinn: *making mean faces* For your face!

Rachel: Your voice!

Quinn: *looking up and down body* Your clothing!

Both: Let's just say *looking up and down at each other* I LOATHE IT ALL! Every little trait however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl! With simple utter loathing, there's such strange exhilaration, in such totally detestation, it's so pure so stro-ng! Though I do admit it-came-on-fast, still I do believe it can last! And I will be loathing, loathing you my whol-e-lif-e-LONG!

Club: Dear Glinda you are just too good! How you do you stand it I don't think I could? She's a terror she's a tarter, we don't need to show a biased but Glinda you're a martyr!

Quinn: *fluttering eyes* Well, these things are sent to tr-y-y us!

Club: Poor Glinda forced to reside with someone so disgusting-ified, we just want to tell you, WE'RE ALL ON YOUR SI-I-DE! We share your LOATHING!

Both: *club will be in parenthesis* What is this feeling, so sudden and new? (un-adulterated loathing) I felt it the moment, I laid eyes on you! (for your face, your voice, your clothing) My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling, my face is flushing, (WE LOATHE IT ALL) Oh what is this feeling? (Every trait however small) Does it have a name? (makes my very flesh begin to crawl) Yes, oh! Loathing! (loathing) There's a strange exhilaration! (loathing) In such total detestation! (loathing) It's so pure so stro-ng! (strong) Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last! And I will be loathing, for-forever, loathing truly, deeply loathing yo-u-u, my whole life lo-o-o-ng! (loathing! Un-adulterated loathing!

Rachel: Boo!

Quinn: Ah!

"That was AMAZING you guys!" Mr. Schuester clapped "Now lets see you too hug it out!" The room fell dead silent when he said that. Quinn and I had both sincerely expressed our feelings for each other in song, and he wanted us to hug? "No one's leaving until you two show that your going to be civil toward each other." We both baked the hugest, fakest smiles we could muster, and hugged, our skin barely touching

"So when is your nose-job appointment?" She hissed in my ear so only I could hear

"The same day when you get your post-pregnancy fat sucked out." I hissed back.

"Awesome girls!"

I turned on my heels sharply, and rejoined Jesse at my seat. He leaned over and whispered "Don't you two ever make nice?"

"No. I think I should pour some water on her. See if she melts."

"So who's Fiyero in this whole 'Glinda the good vs. Elphaba the wicked' fight?"

"You are, naturally. Well, Quinn has Sam anyway so,"

"What was going on outside the bathroom with Sam anyway?" Jesse asked. When he wanted to know something, he got his answer.

"He just wanted to see if I was okay. That's all." I lied again. I did that too much. I had to stop doing that to him. To everyone. To myself.

"Oh," he paused, and in a panicked voice he asked "you don't-like him-do you?"

I shook my head, and leaned over giving Jesse a peck on his soft lips. I looked over at Quinn again, who was talking to Sam. She then turned away from him, and stared at me. Her stare wasn't as icy as usual. It seemed warmer. Sympathetic and it had a hint of–UNDERSTANDING! Quinn looked away and at the white board, when Sam's gaze met mine. "Did you tell her?" I mouthed. He shook his head, taken back "No!" he mouthed, "I promised. I keep my promises." Which made me smile. It really was impossible for Quinn to know. I mean, she probably cleansed her head of everything baby or pregnancy related. She couldn't notice that I was a month pregnant! I remembered, after Quinn had first gotten pregnant last year, I went up to confront her about her truancy to glee club:

*Flashback*

"You know, I would have tortured you if the rules were reversed?"Quinn admitted

"I know." I replied

*End Flashback*

Puck, on the other hand, was still fuming over Jesse being in the room, next to me, and probably about the day we both had detention together. I still had feelings for him-small, sensitive feelings-about him being a father, again. He would have to go through the whole baby drama thing again. These were the types of things kept me up at night: Does anyone know? Did anyone tell? Can people tell? Am I showing? What will people say when I walk down the hall with a belly the size of Glinda's bubble? What would I do about Puck? Would he stalk me and the baby after he or she would be born? Would Jesse run off again? I unintentionally dug my fingernails into Jesse's hand, which made him whimper and pull his hand away. I quickly apologized, and tried to focus on other things. There was truly only one person I could ask for help: My Mother.

CLIFFHANGER! I'm sorry, I'm a meanie! First of all, HAPPAH NEW YEAR! And second, I have decided EVEN THOUGH NO ONE VOTED that the only time there will be singing in this story is DURING GLEE CLUB PRACTICE. Thank you, and keep on reading!