Here's chapter 7! Thank you for all the reviews, faves, and alerts! There's also a new poll on my page for this fanfic. It's basically a "what do you think Rachel's going to do about the baby" poll, but I won't make a poll asking you what you think she'll have (boy or girl) because I already know what it's going to be C:
Enjoy!
Rachel was standing in front of her mini mirror in her locker, delicately gliding her strawberry lip gloss across her lips. It was about one of the only flavors Noah didn't complain about under his breath every time they kissed. It was also her favorite, since it made her lips sparkle like a spot light.
Suddenly, her locker was slammed shut by her Latina friend, Santana. She had a pretty angry expression on her face. And not to mention it looked like Santana was about to go all Lima Heights on Rachel.
"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? We're like this!" she said while wrapping two of her fingers together, "Did you think I was going to blab about it to the whole school?"
"Please Santana, calm down. I don't want anyone to hear you," the brunette tried to put her hand over her friend's mouth, but she threw it away from her face pretty fast.
"Cálmate? Usted es el que debe calmarse!" Santana spat at a confused Rachel. In a way she was glad she didn't know Spanish. She took her friend's hand and pulled her around the corner into the closest girl's bathroom. Looking outside of the bathroom and under the stalls, she was trying to make sure no one would enter while she told Santana the whole truth. Since Rachel didn't tell her about the pregnancy in the first place, she deserved it.
"What, now you're going to tell me you're a lesbian? You can't be serious!" the Latina cheerleader crossed her arms in anger while looking disappointed in her friend.
"No Santana...I'll answer any questions you ask me involving this whole situation," while she said that, she looked at the floor in shame. She was about to tell her something that no one else knew except for Finn.
"Alright," Santana paced from side to side, thinking, "when did you get pregnant?"
"At your party at the end of August."
"Wait. Weren't you in a fight with Puck?"
"Yes..." Rachel shed a few tears when she answered. Thankfully she was in the bathroom, so she would be able to adjust her make-up once she finished the story. Santana's mouth let out a gasp, and she knew what her friend was talking about.
"Puck's not the father, is he?" the Broadway hopeful threw herself at her friend, now sobbing uncontrollably. The taller girl gave her friend a comforting hug before grabbing her arms and pulling her off of her, "You don't have to answer this; but who's the father?"
Rachel had to tell someone the father's true identity. It was gnawing up her insides, like a bone that a dog chewed on serveral times, "F-Finn Hudson."
"No freaking way. Pillsbury Dough Boy? Oh that poor child," that made her giggle, but it still didn't make her feel any better, "I won't say a word to anyone, I promise."
"Thanks Santana. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I should have trusted you."
"It's fine. If you need anything, text me, call me, or something. Just let me know," and with that, the two girls walked out of the bathroom as if nothing happened in there.
-complicated-complicated-
Puck and Finn were sitting in the choir room, half asleep. The guys of glee club were currently planning their mash-up for the competition Mr. Schuester was holding. The prize would be for that groups choice of a song they'd sing for Sectionals. Finn knew if the girls won, it would just be Rachel's choice with a song from Broadway or something. Even though he was almost in a deep slumber, he tried to pay as much attention as he could to the others. He knew that Puck was tired from the pregnancy, football, and knowing him waiting outside Seven-Eleven for someone to buy him some beer. Finn was also stressed about Rachel's pregnacy, because he was the real father. He hated to admit it, but once people knew that he was Finn Jr. or Rachel Jr's father, he would finally act like one.
Ok, maybe he wouldn't name it Finn Jr or Rachel Jr, but it would be something special. That is if Rachel wanted to keep the baby. She's probably want to give it up so she could be a Broadway star. Sometimes she was just too selfish.
"Dude, wake up," he felt himself being hit on the shoulder by Puck.
"You need to wake up too dude," Finn replied by giving his friend a slap on the arm too, "We both need to wake up."
"The both of you need to get a grip," Kurt rolled his eyes, "Just go see the nurse already."
"Fine. I haven't even been to math class yet, so the nurse will just think I have a stomach ache," Puck said as the taller boy started to follow his friend to the nurse. Finn wondered why his best friend hadn't come to him to talk about Rachel and their situation.
They walked into the nurse's office to see Mr. Schue's wife, who would probably want to be called Mrs. Schuester, "Hello boys. What seems to be the problem?"
"We're both really tired. Could we possibly lay down for a bit?" Finn looked over at one of the beds, wishing he was sleeping on it at that moment.
"Please sit, and tell me your names so I can put them on the record."
They sat down on the cushioned chairs, "I'm Noah Puckerman, and he's Finn Hudson." He's head shot up when he heard his name, but he was still looking at the bed that seemed to have a light beaming from it. It was like it was calling his name.
"You're dating Rachel Berry, right? You have a great skin tone. You however are rather pale," that certainly made Finn wake up. He probably should have been offended by that remark, but he didn't have the energy to care.
"Yea...anyways. Can we lay down a bit?"
"No. You two can't miss class," an idea seemed to strike her, since she opened up one of the drawers and pulled out some sort of box, "Here, you guys can take a pseudoephedrine. When I was in high school, I'd pop two of these in my mouth every morning and I'd be a fire cracker for the rest of the day. And they are safe; they are over the counter."
Neither Finn nor Puck gave any consideration into the "vitamins", so they swallowed them down with some water and hoped for the best.
-complicated-complicated-
The next thing they knew, they had the energy of five year olds. They took some of the vitamins to the others, and all of them took them like candy.
It was time to perform, and Finn was ready to sing.
Finn: This ain't a song for the broken hearted
No silent prayer for the faith departed
Finn and Puck: And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud
Finn with New Direction Boys: It's my life!
Finn: It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I'm alive
Finn with New Direction Boys: It's my life!
New Direction Boys: These are my confessions
Artie: Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
New Direction Boys: These are my confessions
Artie: If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so thrown
I don't know what to do
But to give part 2 of my
Finn with New Direction Boys: You better stand tall
When they're calling you out
Finn and Artie with New Direction Boys: Don't bend, don't break
Baby, don't back down
These are my confessions
Finn: It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
Artie with New Direction Boys: These are my confessions
Finn: I just wanna live while I'm alive
Finn with New Direction Boys: It's my life
Artie and Finn: Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way
New Direction Boys: These are my confessions
Finn: I just wanna live while I'm alive!
Finn with New Direction Boys: It's my life!
"Wow guys! That was awesome!" Mr. Schuester exclaimed as he walked over to the guys and gave each of them a pat on the back.
Rachel marched over to Finn's locker, who was swiftly picking out his books for his next class, "Cheater! Kurt told me everything I need to know. I'm going to start calling you F-Rod!"
"It's funny that you're calling me a cheater," his negative remark hurt. She knew how he felt now whenever she said something about the pregnancy, "Besides, you're just saying that because you know you can't compete with us."
"Oh yeah? Watch me," Rachel said as she strolled away from him quickly. She looked inside the nurse's office to see Terri Schuester sitting there. The brunette remembered their conversation from a week ago, and had made her decision.
"May I talk to you?"
Terri obviously seemed shocked to see her so soon, but she bobbed her head up and down as a yes response.
"I've been thinking about your offer..."
"And?" she seemed very ecstatic.
"It's probably best if I give the baby to you," she gave the much you get girl a large hug and gave her a bunch of thank yous and such. She walked out of there with a smile, but her smile a turned into a frown in just a few moments.
Was Rachel making the right decision?
The next chapter will be based around Throwdown.
Coming up in chapter 8: Rachel tries to stop Quinn from broadcasting her pregnancy to the whole school.