A/N: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews last chapter! It means a lot. Now, onto important news. I have to take my laptop in to get some things fixed/inspected because my warranty is coming to an end soon and certain things need to be looked at. This means that I don't know when I'll have it back to be able to write and update. I'm hoping not too long because I need my computer for others things than just writing. I'll try to use other computers but it might be hard, so updates on my stories may be lacking. Anyways, just thought I would let you all know.

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The next morning, Will thankfully woke up before Emma. The constant interruption of his thoughts left his mind to ponder and not turn off, a constant replay going through his head driving himself to a sleepless night.

After sometime, he finally reached over for his phone and texted Rachel, telling her that he would be going over to her house soon to tell her dad's the truth. This worked perfectly because Emma would believe they would be at coffee together to catch up, reuniting together as friends.

He waited for her response as Emma shifted next to him, running her hand lazily over his chest. She was awake, but was showing no sign of opening her eyes. Will, let her continue her pattern, while he waited for Rachel's text.

He sat there in shame as he let his fiancé shower him with love while he waited for another woman's text. He closed his eyes and just wished that his nightmare was over. He knew telling the truth was going to be the hardest part, he didn't realize how hard it was actually going to be.

The beep on his phone indicated that Rachel had written back and she told him that it was okay for him to come over. He felt his stomach clench as he wrote his reply, saying he would be there shortly.

As he finished, he looked back to the phone and then to Emma, and had to in that moment, decide if he was going to wait, or be a man and tell her now. His head said wait, but his stomach said now.

Will decided after contemplating that it was too soon and too early in the morning for him to break something this big of news to her. He berated himself at how he was a coward, and at how he couldn't just say it. Instead he had to still pretend nothing was wrong and act like he was going to be having a lovely time with Rachel at the Lima Bean.

"Emma," Will whispered softly, stroking her hair, taking in the feel that it was probably going to be the last time he would be able to do this.

"Hmmm," she murmured out, slowly opening her eyes to who she thought was the most gorgeous man on the planet.

"I need to get ready to meet Rachel, but while I'm out, is there anything you need?" Will asked but immediately felt stupid for his asking. It was just in his nature though and he couldn't help but be considerate towards others.

"No, I'm okay. You go get ready," Emma said as she kissed his shoulder, now resting fully against the headboard.

"Okay, thanks love," Will said as he returned the gesture by placing one to her forehead.

He climbed out of bed and stretched, hoping the stress would come out of his body through his movements. It wasn't having the effect he had hoped and wished he could go on a run, because that would help not only ease him, but his thoughts. The overpowering music playing through his headphones would cancel his own thoughts out. He knew he didn't have time though and instead, made his way to the bathroom and into the shower.

As he scrubbed himself, hoping to ease some of the imaginary filth that he now constantly felt over his body, he thought about Rachel's dads. He had only ever seen them at glee performances and met them once at a teacher conference. They seemed nice, but that was when he was just a normal teacher, not now when he was going to tell them that he was having their grandbaby.

He shivered at the thought, even though the water was steaming hot. He scrubbed harder to rid him of his worries and when he stepped out, his skin was rubbed raw. He decided that a long sleeve shirt would be suitable to cover the redness, even though he knew it would eventually be going away. He just didn't want Emma to notice for the time being.

Once done with his shower and change of clothes, Will looked into the mirror. He stared into his reflection and let out a deep sigh. He was really going to do this. He was finally going to confess the truth, even if he had only known what was going on for a week. It didn't seem fair, but he knew he couldn't change the past. He only had the future to look forward to and even now, it looked as it was going to be grim.

He was going to be hated by so many people and his reputation that he had worked so hard to keep clean, was going to be crumbled down and resulted to the town scum, a cheater, a liar, a man whore. Any word that could make him feel more horrible about the situation would be whispered around school, in the grocery store, maybe even at the panel. He felt a tear trickle out of his eyes at what he had become and sniffled quietly, not wanting Emma to hear.

After a couple of minutes, he whipped his face with a tissue, fixed his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. It was time. There was no going back.

"Okay, Emma, I'll be back later but I also forgot to tell you that I'm meeting with the glee club at noon to discuss things that have happened while I've been gone. I hope that's okay. I forgot to tell you last night," Will said as he rubbed a hand over his neck, trying to hide his shameful eyes.

"That's fine sweetie. They need you right now, as I'm sure they are still upset about not making it to regionals," Emma said as she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck in the process.

"I love you," she said as she leaned into kiss him. He responded and desperately kissed her inviting lips with all the passion he had. It is so much that Emma had to take a step back to balance the weight of his body leaning into hers. When they broke away, Emma looked at him surprised and a little worried as his passion was slightly overwhelming.

"Are you okay, Will? Not that the kiss was bad or anything," Emma corrected herself as she watched a small, smile appear on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just love you so much Emma and sometimes, a simple kiss is not enough," Will said with the best face that he could manage, feeling his heart begin to slowly tear away.

"Well, I love you just as much. Don't you forget that," she said with a smile. "Now, you go meet Rachel. I'm going to work on some pamphlets here," Emma said as she began to mover her way past him and into the kitchen to get her laptop.

"Okay, bye honey," Will said as he made his way to the front door. She gave him one last wave and Will just stared at her, hoping the heaviness of the tears in his eyes would not spill over.

He quickly left as he began to feel the tears trail down his face, not able to hold back any longer. He was grateful once he made it to his beat up, blue car. It was a place where he could cry in private, which he had only ever done on one other occasion. When the group was preparing for their first regionals and he thought the club would be cancelled. However, this time was much different.

He started the car with a shaky hand and pulled out of his spot, making his way to Rachel's house. It was only a few streets away and he was surprised that he remembered where it was from the time that he dropped her off when she had been in his apartment. The time she had almost been considered obsessive for her affection towards him. It was funny how times had changed and what college could do to a person, make them more mature, more attractive.

He never would have believed her if she had said to him back in high school that she would be the mother of his child. It would just be laughable. However, that wasn't the case anymore and he had to move on because it was true.

He finally pulled into her driveway and sat in his car for a moment, texting her that he was there. She told him to come to the door and he did, felling very sick to his stomach. Grateful that she answered the door first, he stepped in, and noticed that Rachel looked just as overwhelmed as he did. It somehow made him feel comforted though, because he knew that he wasn't the only one having a hard time with this. She was too, she just didn't show it half of the time.

"Hi," Rachel said, snapping Will out of his thoughts. He looked down at her but couldn't form any words. His throat was as dry as the Sahara desert.

He took a deep breath and choked out "hi," back. Rachel saw his stress and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze of reassurance. Will smiled at the gesture and felt his stomach loosen a bit.

"Where are they?" he asked, developing the ability to form words again.

"In the kitchen," Rachel said as she turned to face the direction of where they would be sitting, probably eating breakfast as if nothing was wrong.

"Are you sure about this, Rachel?" Will asked, making sure that this was going to happen. There would be no going back once he stepped in that room and he just wanted to make sure that she was one hundred percent ready to tell the truth.

"Yes, are you?" Rachel asked as she saw the worry around his eyes. She guessed that he didn't sleep much the night before, like her.

"If this is what you want to do, then yes, I'm sure," Will said as he squeezed her hand back, giving her a gentle sign of comfort.

"Okay, follow me," Rachel said as she let go of his hand and made her way past the living room and around the corner to the kitchen. Will was right. Hiram was reading the paper and Leroy was making eggs. A typical morning for the Berry household.

"Dad, Daddy," Rachel said as both men looked at her and then over to Will, noticing his presence in the room.

"Mr. Schuester," Leroy said curiously, confused to see Rachel's former glee coach in their kitchen at a rather early time in the morning.

"Hello," Will said, simply, not wanting to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. He had to be careful with his wording and timing, or else the situation could go terribly wrong.

"What's going on here?" Hiram asked as he looked up from the paper, sensing a vibe forming between the two people in front of him.

"I have something to tell you both," Rachel said as she glanced between fathers. Will took in the expressions on their faces, noticing that they looked utterly lost.

"What is it, honey?" Hiram asked, focusing on Rachel, with a look of concern.

"I, well I did something and it resulted in something huge, life changing even," Rachel said as she took a breath, waiting for her father's reply.

"Did you get a part in a musical at school?" Leroy asked excitedly, but then saw that it wasn't the case by Rachel vigorously shaking her head.

"No, it's nothing with school," Rachel replied. She felt Will shift next to her and wished that he would say something, anything that would help her get the words out, but he didn't and that slightly disappointed her. However, she continued on.

"It's something between us," Rachel said as she looked up at Will, taking in his features. He had worried eyes and a clenched jaw. He was scared. She was too.

"Between you and Mr. Schuester?" Hiram asked, confused as ever. Rachel hadn't spoken much about Mr. Schuester since she graduated. It seemed odd that she would bring him over.

"Please, call me, Will," Will interjected as both men turned their attention over to him. Will felt the pressure of their eyes seeping into his and he didn't like it. He had to look away, to avoid the burning feeling he had, so he looked down at Rachel. Her hands were trembling and he wanted to reach down and grab it, but knew that it would give too much away.

"Okay, Will," Hiram said, feeling the foreignness of the man's name on his tongue. It didn't sit right with him and he knew that something was wrong in order for Rachel to be on a first name basis with her former mentor and teacher.

"What's going on?" Hiram asked, now slightly annoyed, yet curious to know what game they were playing with them.

"I, well, we, I'm," Rachel stammered out. She couldn't get the word to form the right way even though she desperately wanted them too. She needed them too in order for everything to make sense.

"Spit it out, honey," Leroy said, seeing that she was conflicted.

"I'm pregnant," Rachel finally confessed, turning her head away in shame. The only sound came from the frying pan, popping grease from the eggs that lay there.

"You're what?" Hiram asked as Will shut his eyes briefly, taking in the moment that the news was finally out there in the open. There was no more hiding. There was no more going back to normal.

"I'm pregnant," Rachel said again, a bit quieter than before. This time, though, Will reached down and grabbed her hand. He felt her fingers lace with his and he let out a breath. It was his turn to talk, to explain, to make them understand.

"I know this is not the ideal situation," Will started to say, but was cut off from Hiram.

"It most certainly isn't. Rachel is pregnant. Who is the father?" he asked, while Will stared at him confused, clearly set that his wording would answer that question.

"I, I am," Will quietly confessed, causing Hiram to bolt up from his chair and Leroy to burn his hand from the pan that had inched just a little too far away from the open flame.

"You? This can't be true, Rachel?" Leroy asked, gripping his burn carefully, trying to believe that his daughter was not pregnant with a thirty something year old man.

"I'm sorry, dad, daddy. I know I let you down, and I know you are ashamed. We can't change what we did, we realize that," Rachel said as soft sobs began to escape her eyes, stopping her from continuing on with her plea of forgiveness. Will reached over and pulled her into his side, letting her rest her head against his chest.

"I'm sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen and I understand if you can't support us, but we, we're going to work on it," Will said as best he could without the tears in his own eyes trickling out.

"Aren't you getting married?" Leroy asked in disbelief, ignoring their pleas and pointing to Will with his finger.

"I'm engaged, yes, but that will end once I tell my fiancé the truth," Will said, feeling the heat radiate off of their eyes and onto him. It made his skin burn like he had felt in the shower and he wanted to rub it off, but knew he couldn't as it was his mind playing tricks on him.

"I guess this means you two aren't dating then?" Hiram asked, feeling the frustration rise within him. They were having a baby, yet showed no sign of being in love or an actual couple. He didn't think of Rachel doing a one night stand. He, however, was wrong.

"No, not officially," Rachel said, taking the heat off of Will and back to her.

"Rachel, I just don't understand how you could let this happen," Leroy said with Hiram nodding in unison.

"It was a mistake, a onetime thing that happened after I graduated. We were not doing anything illegal," Rachel said as she felt the need to clarify that nothing between her and Will had happened while she was still in high school.

"We were completely professional up until this point," Will said backing her up, trying to make their news more valid.

"Well you can toss that out the window, Mr. Schuester. You are not a trustworthy educator like we thought you were," Leroy said bitterly, while Will felt his eyes wince in pain at the man's words. Will had expected hateful things to be said, but he didn't think it would hurt so much to actually hear them out loud.

"Dad, Will is a good man. He's in DC trying to save arts education. How can you call him a bad teacher when he helped make me the singer I am today?" Rachel said, suddenly feeling the need to defend Will's professional life. They may have not beet professional, but Rachel knew that Will would never take advantage over any of his students.

"Still, people are going to talk. They are not going to want to trust this man with their children knowing that he is having a baby with a former student," Hiram said, angrily and upset at the whole ordeal.

"Please, nothing happened while Rachel was still in high school. This was a decision that we made together after she had graduated. I know you have lost trust towards me, but, please, understand that I know what we did was wrong," Will said, seeing the Berry men trying to piece everything together. Silence crept into the room as Will still held Rachel to his chest, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"How far along are you?" Leroy finally asked to break the silence. He felt a little calmer and decided to ask the more important questions regarding their grandbaby.

"Not long, only about three weeks," Rachel said, while she saw her father's shake their heads in disbelief, still trying to figure out where they had went wrong with their daughter. Looking for where they had made the mistake in her upbringing to make her have this behavior.

"And have you decided on your options?" Leroy continued to asked.

"We have, and we're going to keep it," Will said with as much courage as he could. "This baby didn't do anything wrong and although it is an inconvenience from something that shouldn't have happened, we want to keep it and to raise it as parents," Will added, feeling the sense of being a father spread throughout him. It warmed him as well as calm him down a bit.

"You are in for a long ride, especially if you two don't love each other," Hiram said bitterly, yet calmly. He was keeping his voice as even as he could and was trying to understand.

"We know, but we are strong. I know we can do this," Rachel said, firmly, now crossing her arms over her chest, making a stance that she wasn't going to give up.

"I hope you are," Leroy said, matching her position.

"We are," Will said, reassuringly, which made Rachel smile.

Silence crept back into the room as everyone was still taking in the reality of what had just been revealed. The truth was out, but only to two people. However, Will still felt brave for telling the truth, and that things hadn't gone as horrible as they could have. He knew it would take time for her father's to trust him again, but they could work on that. At least they weren't cutting Rachel off completely or shunning them from their home.

"I, I should go," Will said, finally breaking the silence. He knew he wasn't wanted there much longer and he didn't want to stay anymore if that were the case.

"You don't have to," Rachel said, although she knew her father's held a different look.

"I think that's a great idea," Leroy said with Hiram nodding, while Rachel scorned them. Will noticed and smiled at her but shook his head at the men across the room.

"It's okay, I'll call you later. You guys need time together to adjust," Will said as he considered placing a kiss on her forehead. He decided against it though as he remembered her father's facial expressions from before.

"Okay, I'll walk you out," Rachel said as she glanced back to her father's, still slightly upset with them for their reactions, although understandable.

Rachel opened the door first and followed Will out to the brisk, November morning. The cold felt good against his flushed and heated face.

"Thank you," Rachel said as she looked at Will directly, grabbing his hands in hers.

"You're welcome," Will said knowing what she was thanking him for. She didn't need to say anything. They were both in that room, and they both knew what had happened and they both new the results.

"It's going to be okay," Will said as he let go of hers and placed his hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing it in a circular pattern.

"I know. It'll get better with time," Rachel said with a hopeful smile, while Will nodded at her. "Where are you going?" Rachel asked as she realized Will never told her where he was off to.

"Glee club," he said, simply.

"Are you telling them today?" Rachel asked, searching his face for the answer. She couldn't find one.

"I'm not sure. I was planning on it, but with the stress of your dad's, I think they can wait a little while longer," Will said as he caressed his neck with his hand.

"Okay, it's up to you. Let me know if you do though, okay?" Rachel stated, making him nod in return. "And when you tell Emma. I know you probably want to do that on your own and I can agree to that," Rachel said and Will smiled at her, thankful that she had changed her mind about wanting to be there.

"Yes, I think that would be better. I'll let you know how it goes though, okay?" Will said as he finally bent down and gently kissed her forehead. Something he couldn't do while he was under interrogation from her father's.

"Okay, bye," Rachel said quietly as she watched him walk away to his tiny, blue car.

He waved at her once inside, and she saw him let out a breath. He then shook his hands and his whole body to rid of what just happened. Once he thought he was okay to drive, he backed out of her driveway and onto the street, headed straight for McKinley.