Here is the much anticipated 8th chapter. Hope you all enjoy…

Disclaimer: Glee is in no way mine.

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Chapter 8: An addition to new directions

Rachel's POV

She sat playing with her fingers and looking all around the room when her father spoke, "Whatever it is that you have to tell us can't be that bad. Is not like you're pregnant or anything like that…." LeRoy Berry meant it as a joke but seized talking when he saw his daughters face. She was fear struck and tears filled her eyes but Hiram Berry saw none of that, he was livid.

"How can you be so irresponsible Rachel? We trusted you. We gave you everything and this is how you repay us," he was breathing heavily trying to calm himself down but to no avail. It was like he couldn't be stopped.

"We work so hard to put food on the table and make sure you have all your clothes and luxuries, anything you ask of us you get. No I refuse to let you ruin your life like this. I won't stand for it. First thing tomorrow you are going to go to the hospital and remove that thing. I won't let you throw your future away like this." He was angry, he wasn't thinking clearly that she knew but so was she.

"Thing?" she asked vehemently. "My baby is not a thing. I will admit it was a mistake but it had already happened and no matter what you and dad say I am not killing my baby. You were saying so much about working and putting food on the table when you never stopped to think on one of you many business trips how it was affecting me. I didn't ask for you to go off for weeks on end. Maybe I wanted to see my dad's every day and to have to spend a weekend with them," she was full on angry mode.

It was a full on argument between father and daughter with LeRoy Berry in the middle of it. They shouted at each other, hurting each other with their words, with him turning his head from side to side with nothing to say. When Hiram Berry couldn't take it anymore he just glared at Rachel walked up to his bedroom stomping his feet upon every step of the staircase and slamming his door to further reinforce his point.

LeRoy Berry was left on the couch, with absolutely no idea with what had transpired, to deal with his now crying daughter, "I am sorry dad. I know what I did was wrong but he was also wrong too, I can't kill this baby." She bit her lip and wiped her eyes.

"Oh baby girl, your daddy's just disappointed and he showed it in a different way. I'll talk to him. Why don't you go up and get some rest. You have school tomorrow," he hugged tight her, comforting her as best as he could, before he followed the same path as his husband only his footsteps were much quieter and there was no slamming of the door. He had always been the more patient one of the two.

Rachel walked despondently to her room. Crying she changed into her sleeping clothes, hugged her pillow and slept all the while forgetting to call Sam and inform him of the events that transpired like she promised.

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Sam's POV

Sam had one hand at the back of his head that he was leaning on while the other held the book Puck had given him. He was in his bed with just his track pants; his shirt nowhere in sight. It was quite insightful and funny if interpreted right. The first chapter started off with a quote.

"A father is someone you look up to no matter how tall you are"- Unknown

What he read was superb, the author related fatherhood to a race, a relay to be most specific and when you run and pass the baton to the next person- your child- you are passing your life experience, insights, knowledge and wisdom which you acquired from your father and mother.

Sam fell asleep with the book lying on his chest, worried and waiting for Rachel's call.

The next morning he wanted so badly to pick Rachel up from her house but she insisted on meeting him in school in case the talk with her parents didn't go so well. Sam protested of course but he lost. When Rachel set her mind on something it was very rarely that you could manage to change it.

He waited by her locker when none other than Quinn Fabray showed up, to reprimand him for not responding to her texts or sitting with her at lunch. He would admit that he had liked her but that was before the baby, before Rachel. He felt she was misunderstood and at the end of the day was a good person but as he spent time with Rachel the affection faded. When he found out about the baby it practically vanished. "Hey Quinn"

"You never answered my texts. For the whole week you never sat by us during lunch. What is going on Sam," she said her voice concerned but Sam knew better, "Yeah I had a lot of stuff going on."

"What kind of stuff?" her green eyes sparkled in anger. Before he could answer Rachel stood in front of them. Sam turned to her in alarm when he noticed the bags under her eyes. She had been crying he took that as an indication that her parents weren't happy. He didn't expect them to be but he hoped, for her sake. They were very important to her and their opinion really mattered.

"What do you want, Stubbles?" she asked angrily with a tone of satisfaction at the nickname. Sam was going to say something to her but Rachel answered her voice meek, "you are blocking my locker. Could you move?"

Before Quinn could object Sam put his arms around her shoulder and gently moved her out of the way. Quinn enraged about what just ensued just stomped her foot and left leaving Sam and Rachel alone.

"So how did it go?" he asked. When he saw her eyes well up in tears he closed her locker, grabbed her hand and led her to an empty classroom where they could talk in private.

"My daddy hates me. I told them yesterday and he was furious. He said so bad stuff to me about wanting me to abort the baby. That made me angry and we started shouting. I have never spoken to my dad's like that. I mean we'd bicker here and there but never this bad before." she hiccupped before continuing, "This morning when I went down for breakfast. I always kiss my parents good morning, dad let me kiss him but daddy never said a word to me, just picked up his coffee and continued reading the newspaper. It was like I wasn't even there to begin with," she finished off, burying her face and nails deep within Sam's t-shirt.

They stayed in that position, Rachel sobbing in his arms, Sam with his hands tight around her encasing her in his warm embrace, like a cocoon until her sobs died down. He placed a light kiss at her temple before speaking, "We better get going. We're going to be late for class and we both know how you hate being late for class."

The rest of the day Rachel was quite. When Sam or anybody else for that matter asked her question her answers would be in one syllable's. He did know what to do to cheer her up. At lunch he tried, "you remember how when you told me everything. You understood that I needed time to come to terms with what just happened. Your parents, they need time, their lives, just like ours have changed. We have to accept that. They'll come around, eventually," he hoped they would. He would leave it till the end of the week, if Rachel was still moping around then he would talk to them and not leave until they make amends with their daughter.

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They were in glee when Sam got the shock of his life, yesterday when he looked at the doorway of the classroom, he was greeted with his three best friends (two actually, the third he had to bring with him through the door), today he was greeted with three of his friends right but they were not very close and they were of the fairer sex, Quinn, Santana and Brittany to be more exact. His eyes practically bulged out of his eye sockets and his jaw fell to the floor. He turned to look at Mike, Finn and Puck to see them in the similar position. He was suddenly scared of Rachel's reaction; here were three girls on her turf so to speak.

Damn, Glee Club just got a whole lot bigger and full of drama.

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