Rachel's P. O. V
The boys' fight distracted me from my "new" pregnancy. Why were they always so immature? Hearing that Finn threw Noah a wall was the last straw my poor mind could take. I couldn't talk to either one of them anymore, so I hung up on Finn and turned off my phone.
I honestly didn't know how much more my brain could take before it exploded. I just don't see why Finn would beat up Noah if he knew- and I was certain that he knew- about the baby.
Hold on a second… Oh. My. Glee. They knew. They KNEW. For over a week they've known that I was with child and they kept it from me. What else were they keeping from me? An evil twin, perhaps?
Ugh, I needed to sing something or to punch someone. Singing was most likely my best bet, since this night had a fight already. One more would probably kill the boys next door. I snuck out of the room (Sophia had come back complaining of being covered with the boys' bullshit so she was taking a shower) and leaned against the wall beside the door. I closed my eyes and let everything out, "Dancing bears,Painted wings,Things I almost remember,And a song someone singsOnce upon a December." "I'm pregnant, Noah! You promised this wouldn't happen! I hate you!" Great. This was the perfect time for memories to be flashing in my head. Thanks. "Someone holds me safe and prance through a silver storm."
"Finn… I can't do this! How can I be a star now? My future is gone before it ever began." "Figures dancing gracefullyAcross my memory…" "Can we go out tonight, Finn? I have an idea where to go. Just drive and I'll give you the directions, okay?" "Far away, long ago,Glowing dim as an ember,Things my heartUsed to know."
"This way we can be truly happy, babe. Thank you for everything. I love you." "Things it yearns to remember…" "Finn, what are you doing? Finn, look out!" "And a songSomeone singsOnce upon a December." Singing didn't help one bit. Now I was pissed AND confused. But, I had to take things one at a time. I wanted to start with all of the secrecy crap.
I took a couple of steps and pounded on the door, "Guys! You better open this door right now or I swear I'll do something I'll regret when it's time to compete and we're two people short!"
The door opened to reveal a very shirtless Noah, "Rachel? What are you doing here?"
"Getting much needed answers." I gave him my best death glare and tried to ignore how mouth watering his abs were, "Let me in. Now!" He stood aside and I marched right into the room. I turned off the T.V (they did not need to be distracted by Meagan Fox on a motorcycle while I was talking to them. Granted, Transformers was a good movie for a non-musical, but I couldn't stand that chick).
Finn had the nerve to complain, "It was just getting good! Come on, Rachel!"
Oh, I wanted to drop kick him. Noah and Finn were about to meet a side of me that I've only had to use once in eighth grade (let's just say the girls that were teasing my friends and me have not said a word to us since), "I don't give a shit whether it's good or not!" I crossed my arms.
His eyes widened, "Whoa, Rach…. Sorry." I saw Noah try to cover up a laugh.
Oh hell no, "And you!" I whirled on him, "Sit your Jewish ass down!" He sat on the floor immediately. This was turning out to be pretty fun! "You told me that I'm pregnant. You both have known ever since I woke up a week ago. Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?" I was yelling and my nails were digging painfully into my arms, but I didn't care.
Finn fidgeted from where he was sitting on a bed, "Miss Pillsbury told us not to tell you."
"Miss Pillsbury knows? Who else?"
"Mr. Schue. There was a rumor, but we passed it off as hockey team bullshit." Noah shrugged, "That was more believable than the rumor itself."
Well, that was comforting, "But why didn't you tell me? Miss Pillsbury had no right to forbid-"
"She just said not to overload you with too many stressors," Finn interjected, "She never said not to tell you about the baby. That was my decision."
"Why?" Oh, he better choose his next words very carefully.
"The accident."
"My baby is dead?" My eyes widened. Oh, please say no. I've come to love my baby in the past two hours or so.
Noah jumped up, "No! They're fine. Perfectly healthy."
Did I hear him right? Did he just say… "They're? How many are there?"
He glanced at Finn, "Triplets."
"I don't want them! Finn, this is my choice. I can't deal with this. Just keep driving."
Huh. That's a weird flash… I looked at Finn, "Where were we going the night of the accident?" I almost dreaded the answer, hoping it wasn't where I was starting to think it was.
"We saw Les Miserables. We crashed on the way home." He seemed like he was trying to convince himself as well as me. Hmm…
"So let me make sure I have all of the facts," I sighed. This night felt like it was never going to end, "I am about ten weeks pregnant with triplets, who I wasn't informed about because Finn didn't want to overload my brain. I'm pregnant because the condom broke and I don't remember because of a car crash after seeing Les Miserables. Did I forget anything? Long lost brother? An arranged marriage?"
Finn shrugged, "Sophia's your sister."
"What?" Oh dear God.
"That's what she said when she punched Puck in the nose."
Ha-ha. Go Sophia, "That's girl talk for best friend, babe. Sophia isn't my real sister." I rolled my eyes, "Seriously, though, is there anything important I need to know?"
My boyfriend looked slightly guilty, but it was the father of my children that spoke, "Nationals are being broadcasted on T.V." He shrugged, "But I don't think it's on a main channel."
"Okay, so no pressure tomorrow, we just can't make a fool out of ourselves because the world is watching. Finn?" I turned to him, noting the conflicted look on his face, "Do you have anything to add?"
He shook his head, "Just that you really need to sleep otherwise your voice won't be ready for competition."
I knew he was hiding something from me, but he had a point. My voice required at least eight hours of sleep to be at it's best, "All right, but if I find out either one of you is keeping things from me," I pointed at Finn, "we'll be over with," I turned to Noah, "and I'll give Sophia and Kurt full permission to torture and kill you."
Noah just rolled his eyes, but Finn paled. I would have confronted him right then and there, but he needed to learn that the longer he waited, then the worse off he'll be. So, I kissed him and gave Noah a quick hug, "Good night."
Leaving that conversation as calmly as I did amazed me. I wondered how I was able to manage not to hit one of them or worse. The answer came to me when I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.