Alright, so I was re-reading my story today and I noticed I was a bit confused on the timeline of it all. I realised that I didn't plan it out as well as I could have. If anyone else is feeling a little confused, I have just decided to do this: Rachel got pregnant the night Finn came home for Christmas, which was December 24. He had been deployed for two weeks before being declared missing. And I have decided to just say he'd been missing for four months, which is sixteen weeks. That would make Rachel around 18 weeks pregnant, which would explain fetal movement. And also, the date would be near to early to mid May. Hope this cleared it up a bit!

Also, I'd like to say i'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter, although it's a very interesting one...i think.

She woke up to the sounds of someone coughing a few seats behind her. Rachel looked at her watch and groaned when she saw it was nearly four in the morning. And Rachel was usually the type of person who, if they woke up during the night, would not go back to sleep.

And the girls were kicking madly. It kind of hurt, actually. She sighed and pulled the blanket farther up around her body and looked out the window, the early sun barely lighting the clouds. It was peaceful, and she listened to the silence of the plane. No one was really awake yet, so she got her music out and put it in her ears, drowning out the sound of the engines with The Essential Barbra Streisand CD album she had on her iPhone.

And she laid like that for around thirty minutes, absentmindedly running her hand along her stomach, trying to calm down the girls because she didn't know why they were kicking so much.

And then she had to pee, and she was hungry, no, starving. It seemed like every time she was awake, she was hungry. And she felt so fat for eating so much, but she needed to because she did it for the babies.

Rachel stood up, her legs a little wobbly, and made her way down the aisle toward the restroom. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror after she had finished. She hadn't thought much about what she looked like in months, but she knew it wasn't very beautiful. She'd been so depressed that it hadn't phased her much. And as she stood there, her hair looked a little healthier and her skin was soft and glowing. It was either from the pregnancy or the thought of seeing Finn, but she just supposed it was both.

Smiling a little, she brushed her fingers through the soft, brown curls that fell to just below her shoulder blades. It was strange, seeing this bump on her stomach. Rachel had never truly imagined what she would look like pregnant, but in her opinion, she looked like a whale. She'd just keep reminding herself that it was twins and she was supposed to be this big, but the thought in the back of her head was always there. Maybe Finn had changed while he was missing. Maybe he'd hate her.

She sighed and exited the restroom, making her way back to her seat slowly. It was good that she did, too, because just as she sat down, the light to buckle your seatbelt switched on. Then she heard the captain's voice.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it seems as though we've hit a little rough patch of weather. Please remember to keep yourself buckled into your seat at all times unless it is absolutely an emergency. We shall be passing through the storm momentarily."

Immediately, Rachel's heart rate sped up. She quickly buckled her seatbelt and put her headphones back into her ears to drown out the noise of the storm.

It was like watching a movie. The light sky outside her window had turned black. And she was scared watching it. No amount of Barbra could keep her calm about the situation at hand. Sighing, she placed her hand on her stomach and watched the silent film outside her window.

Lightning flashed in the clouds and it was so real, so close to her. She was literally in the sky, watching a thunderstorm up close. And it scared the ever-loving shit out of her. And she felt like right there she'd just fall out of the sky and this was it and she'd die before ever seeing Finn again or her babies.

Maybe she was a little dramatic, okay? When had Rachel Berry Hudson ever not been called a drama queen?

She sighed and just turned the music louder on her phone, letting her mind wander to when she was on the stage, her voice carrying loudly throughout the entire auditorium. And she thought about her last show, which was the Broadway production of Evita, in which she played the starring role, Eva Peron.

The show had done very well in it's run, and she had even been invited to attend the Tony Award Ceremony in a few months. Rachel did think she'd be nominated for some things, but she figured she was too young and inexperienced to actually win.

Sighing, she looked back out of the window. Her attempt at trying to distract herself hadn't worked that well. She was still focused on that storm. The plane shook a little, scaring Rachel even more. She frowned and leaned her seat back, trying to relax. But the rain beat down on the plane and the lighting lit up the cabin. She shut her window quickly, not wanting to think about or see it anymore.

It was no use though. She spent the next hour and a half in utter terror, though she didn't let it show on her face. The flight attendant had given her a glass of water and ibuprofen for a headache, but it didn't work. Where she wanted to be was on solid ground.

And that's when the captain said they had to make an emergency landing. He didn't say anything about complications, but Rachel opened the window to look out. And she nearly had a heart attack when she saw the red. The flames licking at the left wing. She began hyperventilating, shaking her head and screaming that the wing was on fire. A flight attendant quickly rushed to Rachel and tried to comfort her. But that's when the plane became chaotic. People were screaming and it was so loud. She couldn't even think straight.

Lights flashed on and off as the power flickered on and off. Rachel clutched her pillow and tried to breathe in and out. The flight attendant had to leave to tend to other rowdy passengers.

And that's when the plane began it's descent. Sharp and fast, it sped toward the ocean. Rachel's heart beat so fast, she swore it would fly out of her chest. A loud, whirring noise indicated the descent into the ocean.

That's when she felt the warm liquid between her legs, and she thought for a second she'd peed on herself. And she was embarrassed, and felt her cheeks flush pink. But the feeling was weird, and then a sharp pain in her side let her know it was not urine. She yelled out in pain and gripped the arm of the chair tightly.

Rachel looked around the cabin and tried to find someone who was not screaming or running around to help her. "Help!" she screamed, still gripping the armrest, "Help me! My water just broke!" She cried, tears pouring from her eyes. The pain in her side subsided, but was still lingering. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. She was only eighteen weeks...there was no way the girls would make it if they were born today...

"Someone please help me.." She asked, holding her abdomen.

A few minutes of screaming brought a man to her. He seemed unusually calm for the situation at hand, but he bent down next to Rachel and took her hand in his.

"Everything is going to be okay. I'm Dr. Parker. I'm an OBGYN and I need you to stay calm, okay? Can you tell me your name?"

"R-Rachel Hud-Hudson." She stuttered, looking into the man's eyes and feeling a little calmer already. "M-My water broke and I don't know what to d-do. I'm only eight-t-teen weeks..." She told him, worry lines etched into her forehead.

"It's going to be okay, Rachel. I promise that everything will be fine. Now, have you felt any pain in your side, like a contraction?"

She nodded, scared of what his reaction would be.

Dr. Parker bit his lip gently upon hearing the news, but he stayed calm.

"Alright, I'm going to need you to drink the rest of this water here. Okay? Drink all of the water and just take deep breaths. I'm going to stay right here with you."

She did as he said and drank the remainder of the water in the glass. She didn't dare peek out the window at the sight that she feared she would see. "Am I going to have to deliver the babies?"

He shook his head, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Rachel. I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to be very calm about it, okay?"

She nodded at his words and took a deep breath.

"The plane is going to have to land in the water. I don't have enough time to deliver them, Rachel. I need you to just sit here and try to stay calm."

She nodded, the tears leaking from her eyes.

A sudden, sharp jerk downward made her heart drop to her butt, and it took everything she had not to throw up. Dr. Parker had stayed with her, holding onto her hand to comfort her. "You're going to be okay, and so are your babies, Rachel."

Then, there was another jerk and a hard slam into something, which she assumed was the water. Her body lurched forward, and her head slammed against the seat in front of her.

And then she fell to the floor when her seatbelt broke. She was knocked out, and laid there for a good five minutes before her eyes fluttered open. She rubbed her head slowly with her hand, feeling the sticky blood on her forehead.

Rachel tried to sit up, but cried out when she felt an incomparable amount of pain in her abdomen. It was different this time than the last...more severe...not as natural. And then she saw the blood on her yoga pants.

That made her scream with fear, and Dr. Parker had a grim look on his face when he saw it. That was bad, very bad.

Water began dripping in through the windows as the plane submerged into the ocean. People were evacuating the plane, but Rachel was too hurt to move. Rachel let the freezing water run over her body, soaking her to the bone. And she cried so hard when it got hard to breathe. She sobbed when the water level rose, filling the cabin.

And then it got too hard to hold her breath. She began to choke. Her lungs filled with the icy seawater and she couldn't hold on anymore.

She blinked and looked around, through the watery tears that coated her eyes and cheeks. Her heart beat fast and hard, but she was dry.

She could breath, and the cabin was dry. There was no water anywhere in sight. The sky looked clear as could be, she said, smiling a little. It had all been a nightmare...a pretty horrific one at that.

Rachel sighed and took a long sip of water. She quickly looked down at her pants, relieved to see that they were not bloody or wet.

"Oh god." She sighed, looking around the plane. Everyone seemed to be calm and awake. They'd be landing in about an hour.

And that is why she hates planes.

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