The next day was one of those days. One of those days where every hour feels like three, every minute feels like ten, and every second feels like fifty. Every noise around me made me think of a text or a phone call was coming in. The phone. That's what was driving me crazy. That bedazzled, rhinestone studded, sparkly phone was driving me crazy. I had decorated it to be another metaphor for me-shiny, glamorous, attention grabbing-but was it bad that I hated that phone, which was a metaphor for me? No, no it wasn't. I just hated the phone because it wouldn't ring. I was sitting cross-legged on my pink comforter in my green, pink, and yellow colored bedroom, which Kurt had once called it "The place where Strawberry Shortcake and Holly Hobby hooked up", staring at my phone, waiting for my mother-er, Shelby, to call back and nibbling on straight cheese. I started to get obsessed with cheese. My baby was either going to love cheese, or be sick of it because of how much I would eat it.
Jesse, seeing my distress, came in and sat down on the bed beside me and stared my bed. "What are we looking at?"
"We are staring at my phone."
"Why?" He asked, his hands supporting his head like he was getting his kindergarten picture taken.
"I'm waiting for my mom to call back."
"Shelby?" Jesse lifted up his eyebrows in surprise
"She's the only person I can relate to…"
"But didn't she also…drift off…and lose contact with you?" He said, standing up
"Well she is still my mom." I said, winning the argument.
"Ah," Jesse said leaning on the door frame "I'm going to go to Target. Do you want anything?"
"CHEESE!" I immediately barked
"Down girl, down!" He said, lifting up his hands
"And my vitamin supplements!"
"Okay." he replied as he walked down the hallway
"And some chocolate!"
"Oka-y!" He sang down the stairs
"And coffee!"
"You're not supposed to drink coffee!" Jesse called from the bottom of the stairs. I rushed out of my room and shot him a dirty look. "Coffee! Alright!" He said before walking out the front door. I had Jesse whipped like cream and tied around my finger. It was pretty funny, seeing the once great Jesse , who would make me tremble whenever he talked to me, a little frightened of me. Sometimes, I was still-not afraid-but worried about pleasing him, making him want to love me. After he left last year, a little part of me always thought that it was something I did. But I was compelled towards him, and he was compelled towards me. My life was always better with him, but whenever I thought our relationship could go no wrong, something would click in my head, and then a flood of all the bad memories came back of when I was with him, around him, our relationship was bittersweet. But I was okay with that. Having a relationship with Jesse was a hell of a lot better than having a relationship or what he thought was a relationship, with Puck. Then, what seemed to me was a miracle happened! My ringtone "Defying Gravity" played, and without looking at caller id, I flipped open my phone, my lovely, sweet phone, and yelled out "Mom?"
"I'm not your mommy Rachel." The voice was strange at first, but then my ears sensed who it was, like after you sat in the dark for an hour and someone flips the lights on. "But you're going to be one." It was Quinn. I could tell that she was smiling a Cheshire cat smile and biting her tongue, waiting with anticipation of what I could-or couldn't-say about that.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't deny it Streisand! I can tell. You got sick during glee club practice, you've gained some weight, and you had thirty pounds of tater tots for lunch."
"Sam told you, didn't he?" I said, giving up
"No. He said that he made a promise to you. He wouldn't tell me anything, even after I threatened to break up with him."
"He's a good guy." I said, thinking if Jesse would do the same
"Well he's my guy." Quinn said defensively
"Why did you call?" I asked
"When I was pregnant, my life was a living hell. People would shove me, call me names, call me fat-you know what I mean. But the you and the glee club really helped me. You didn't care that I made a mistake. In the summer, when I was trying to lose all of my baby fat and forget about Be-" Quinn paused "the baby, I promised God that if he restored my life to how it was, being head cheerleader and being the most popular girl in school, that I would be better, nicer, and never make some other pregnant girl's life a living hell."
"What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying is-" she paused for effect "I want to help you."
SOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the long wait and short chapter! I promise that the next chapter will be longer and better though!
