"Rachel…Rachel! Stop it! What are you doing?" Kurt grabbed the woman's shoulders, shaking her a bit. He'd come into her room to find her throwing things into a suitcase and in a state of hysteria.
"I'm going to Afghanistan!" she told him, face red with exertion. "If he thinks he's going to cheat on me, he has another thing coming!"
"Just breathe, Rachel," Kurt said, walking her over to the bed and forcing her to sit down. "Calm down a little and tell me what's going on."
"Finn's got some floozy in his room!" Rachel yelled, throwing the shirt she was holding on top of the pile she was making.
"Floozy, huh?" Kurt said, watching her.
Rachel glared at him. "Yes, floozy."
"So what if there's a girl in his room?" Kurt asked. "Did you ask him about her?"
"Well I would have, but he was in the shower," Rachel told him. "And the floozy offered to go get him for me."
"I see," Kurt said. "So you haven't talked to him at all?"
"No, but I will," Rachel told him. "As soon as I get to Afghanistan."
"Can you even go to Afghanistan?" Kurt wondered out loud.
"Why couldn't I?"
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know. There is a war going on there, you know."
"I know," she told him. "But surely people can fly in and out of there."
"Would that be…safe?" Kurt asked as he eyed her.
"I don't care," Rachel told him. "I have to kill the floozy."
Kurt took a deep breath. When Rachel got all wild eyed and crazy, it was hard to know what to say and what to leave unsaid. "Maybe you should call back and actually talk to Finn," he suggested.
Rachel looked at him, shocked. "Are you serious? So he can lie to me? To my face? Or my ear? Or…whatever?" She shook her head. "No way."
"Okay, Rachel, what the hell is going on?" Kurt asked her. "You love Finn. You trust Finn. You know that he wouldn't cheat on you."
"A floozy answered his phone and offered to go get him while he was in the shower!" she repeated shrilly.
Kurt picked up her phone from the bed and scrolled to Finn's number. "What are you doing?" she asked him.
Kurt put his finger up, silencing her. "Hello, Finn? Yes, this is Kurt not Rachel. She's here, though, freaking out." He was quiet for a minute, and nodded. "Well, I know she freaks out a lot, but this is a major freak out."
"Kurt!" Rachel shrieked, hitting him with her pillow. "I'm not listening to this," she told him, throwing the pillow down and putting her hands over her ears.
"Well, she says that she called you earlier and a floozy answered your phone and offered to go get you while you were in the shower," he stopped talking for a moment. "I know, scandalous," he agreed, chuckling. "Uh huh. Yeah. Oh yeah." Rachel kept glaring at him as he talked. "Okay, do you want to talk to her?"
Kurt held the phone out to her and she shook her head, refusing to take it. "No," she said. "I'm not talking to him."
Kurt tossed the phone on the bed. "Talk to your boyfriend," he told her. "I've had enough for a while."
Rachel watched as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. She could hear Finn saying her name over the phone, but didn't pick it up. She stared at the wall for a moment, then closed her eyes and let out a breath.
"Yes?" she said, picking up the phone.
"You mad?" he asked her, and she could see the crooked grin even though it was a million miles away.
"So, who's the floozy?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.
"Rachel," he said, sighing. "It's Mac."
"Mac?" she asked.
"Mackenzie? Puck's…uh, friend?"
"You're screwing Noah's girlfriend?!" Rachel screamed at him over the phone.
She heard voices over the other end of the line and then Puck got on the phone. "Hey, Rach, I'm not sure what's going on, but I can hear you all the way across the room. I assure you that your boy is definitely not getting with my girl."
"She was in his room earlier!" Rachel told him. "While he was showering!"
"You mean when you called?"
"Yes!"
"I was on my way up here," Puck told her. "Mac was waiting for me."
Rachel shook her head. "Noah, she offered to go get him while he was in the shower," Rachel told him.
Puck laughed. "Hudson doesn't have anything she's not already seen," he told her. "Look, Rach, things are different for women in the Army. They're a different kind of woman."
"Floozies?"
"No, not floozies," Puck told her, still laughing. "I've got to go. Just talk to Finn. And Rachel?"
"Yeah?"
"You might want to apologize."
"I'm sorry for calling your girlfriend a floozy," she said.
Puck shook his head. "No, not to me. Mac is a floozy- that's why I like her. To your boyfriend."
Faced with the fact that she'd horribly misunderstood the entire situation, Rachel cringed. "Rachel?"
"Yeah," she said quietly. "Look, Finn…I'm so sorry."
"It's okay," he told her, lying back in his bed. Before Kurt had called, he'd been asleep. "I didn't even know you'd called or I would have called you back. What's up?"
Rachel looked at her bed and the pile of clothes lying on top of her suitcase. "I'm an idiot," she said thickly. "I'm going crazy here."
"It's not that big of a deal," he told her.
"No, it is," she told him, the tears she'd been trying to hold back falling freely down her face. "I'm freaking out about everything."
"I love you," he told her. "Just try to remember that."
Rachel nodded. "How much do you love me?" she asked, wiping some of the tears away.
"More than anything," he told her. "What's really wrong, baby?"
Rachel stood up, pacing the room. "I have something to tell you. Something important."
"I'm listening," he told her, stretching his legs out.
"I'm pregnant," she told him, closing her eyes and holding her breath.
Finn shot up out of his bed. "What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Are you sure?" he asked her, his brain not yet caught up to the conversation.
"I haven't been to the doctor yet, but I'm sure."
"Okay," he said, pacing himself. "Okay."
"So…what should we do?" she asked him.
"What do you want to do?" he asked her.
"What do you want to do?" She was so afraid of his answer that she thought she might pass out. What if he started yelling? What if he told her he'd pay for an abortion? What if he got mad and blamed her for ruining his life?
Finn stopped walking and stared at the wall. "We're having a baby?" He actually sounded…hopeful? Happy?
"Yeah," Rachel said, smiling a little. "We are."
"A little Rachel?"
She laughed, still crying. "Or a little Finn."
Finn dropped down on the side of his bed. "I wish I was there," he said. "I should be there."
"I wish you were here too," she told him. "So…you want the baby?"
"God, yes," he told her. A thought struck him. "Wait…do you?"
"Yes," she told him, biting her lip. "But…what does this mean? What will happen to us?"
Finn thought about Rachel's dreams. "Rach…can you still be a star if you have this baby?"
"I don't know," she told him honestly. "But I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't."
A wave of relief swept through him when she said that. "We're going to have a baby," he said, grinning. "We'll be a family!"
Rachel nodded though he couldn't see her. "A family," she said, putting a hand on her stomach.
"I'm going to see if there's any way I can get back to the states soon," he told her. "Some sort of leave or…something."
"Okay," Rachel told him. "We'll be here…waiting for you."
"I love you, Rachel," he told her, surprised to discover that he was crying as well. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," she told him.
They'd talked for the next two hours, with Finn saying he didn't need to sleep. They discussed how they were going to tell their parents and friends, and Rachel vetoed three names he came up with. She's promised him that she would stop freaking out over every little thing. (Or she would try to, anyway.) When they got off the phone she laid back on the bed, smiling. Everything was going to work out; she and Finn and their baby were going to be a family.
