Disclaimer: If only I owned anything. Dramatic Sigh.

Author's Note: Yet another one of my long, ranty, chapters. Seriously., I really will never end the story if I only write a couple of days a chapter. Next chapter is going to have some time jumping in it. Let's get this pregnancy moving along, sheesh!

Thank you, so much, to everyone who reviewed and alerted and such, it's so amazing. You guys are so fabulous!

A few side notes. Rachel is being written as a confused, hormonal, scared, sixteen year old. I may be twenty three and have only come across pregnant woman at work and a friend here and there, but if I remember correctly, NOT pregnant, I was a hot mess at sixteen. Hormonal, people had to watch themselves. Rachel is NOT using Puck or Finn. She likes both of them, and she is coming to terms with those feelings. Puck and Finn WANT to be there for her. So, the girl is a hot mess and some of the moments are a little touch and go, but at least I don't have her lying to Puck that he's the father while crushing on Finn.

I love Kurt btw. I'm sure I wrote him a wee bit eccentric, but that's ok, because I love, love, love, some of the moments I have with him in this chapter. Since he is in the Know now, my Kurt will be playing a bigger role.

I'm going to attempt to write in some Glee moments, as well as a Quinn/Rachel enemy interaction, thing. We'll see how that works out. Cross your fingers.

I still don't know if it's DEF a P/R or a R/F, I go back and forth everyday. You can blame life for that indecisiveness. This chapter has more R/F then P/R. HOWEVER, I need some feedback on if we think it is ok to explore the P/R even tho she's pregnant with Finn's baby. Nothing like they fall into bed with each other, but some secret kisses? Dates? Little tiny, miniscule things. IDK. (The indecisiveness is getting annoying isn't it (hence the speeding of the time line)) I just want some feedback (nicely stated please, no bashing the couples we don't like).

…I'm sorry for that good fun time. Forgive me? Anyway, Happy Readings and R&R!

November 9th, 2009, Monday

Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina were seated in a line in the choir room. Rachel had her head back and her eyes closed. Mercedes was filing her nails. And Tina sat with a scowl and her arms crossed.

In front of them, marching from one end to the other end of the choir room was a ranting Kurt Hummel. He had been ranting and raving (non-stop) for the better part of an hour. They were pretty sure it was due to him holding in all his unsaid mishegoss over the course of periods six through eight. They did not care to ask him how he had managed to stay silent for the better part of two hours, however.

Artie, who had simply rolled in to get his guitar, was also witnessing Kurt's psyche breakdown about the girls harboring a secret such as teen pregnancy right under his nose. So far the brown haired boy had said nothing on the subject, only holding a wide eyed, open mouth expression.

"Kurt, we get it. This is huge and we're bad people for not telling you, blah, blah, blah." Tina sighed allowing her head to fall backwards.

Kurt paused in his pacing and threw his arms in the air. "I just can't believe that all of this has been going on. I'm completely besides myself!" He made an aggravated noise and walked over to the piano to lean against it. He crossed his one arm over his stomach, placing his other elbow in the palm. "How could you deny me this knowledge?!"

"Rachel is only six weeks pregnant. It's still way too early to be making it headline news. If she sneezes the wrong way she could lose the baby." Mercedes shook her head, as Rachel groaned, her head falling forward into her hand.

"Are you serious?" Echoed the boys, their eyes moving from the black haired girl to the brunette.

"No, she's not serious. I can't lose the baby by sneezing." Rachel shot Mercedes a look. The diva merely shrugged.

"It was a nice dramatic consequence."

"You're six weeks pregnant, really?" Artie began shaking his head. "That's like, wow."

Tina brought her head up, looking at her glasses clad friend. "It is wow. And you know what? At six weeks, the baby is about the size of a sprinkle! I read it on a website."

"Really? A sprinkle?" Artie's whole face twisted into that of an amazed child. "Rachel has a sprinkle growing in her." Rachel sighed, her hand once again covering her face. "No, I mean, that's like, just really cool, you know."

"Lima isn't known for such scandal. And here it is, right in my own social circle." Kurt gently bit down on his fist. His voice dipped into a whisper. "Thank you Jesus."

"Kurt." Rachel gave him a warning tone, her eyes darting to Artie as well. "You can not, can not tell anyone about this. Understood? This is like, top secret."

"Who's the father?" Artie asked, ignoring Rachel's threat.

"It's Puck's!" Kurt shouted, pointing at Rachel. Artie gasped.

"It's not Puck's!" Mercedes stated, rolling her eyes. Tina shook her head, looking at the blonde as if he was stupid.

"It's Finn's!" Rachel too was looking at Kurt with little to no admiration.

"It's Finn's!" Kurt's demeanor seemed to fall slightly. His body standing less straight and his arms falling to his sides. "It's Finn's?"

The other four stared at Kurt, all aware (some more then others) of his boy crush on the football quarterback. Rachel felt a surge of guilt flood her system. There was nothing really to feel guilty about, but she knew how it hurt none-the-less.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry." Rachel stated. The blonde soprano shook his head, straightening his back a little.

"No apologies princess. No apologies." He gave her a small smile, scrunching up his nose. "I said that I was ok with you seeing him. And I'm ok with this. Finn and I, it's over."

Tina couldn't help but scoffed, only to receive a smack in the thigh from Mercedes.

Rachel tilted her head. "Thank you Kurt."

"Why aren't you showing?" The four once again turned to stare at one of their own. Artie was transfixed on Rachel's flat stomach.

"Six weeks is not a very long time pregnancy wise Artie. She won't be showing for another couple of months." Tina shot him a look and a sharp shake of her head.

"We can go shopping for maternity clothes!" Kurt clasped his hands together. "I can finally have control over your ensembles!"

"Did you become her new maternity clothes guru? What do you know about maternity clothes Kurt?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow.

"I have it on high authority that I am a fashionista! I know all when it comes to outfits, styles, and fashion!" Kurt flipped his bangs. "I'm Kurt Hummel."

"Look Gabbana," Rachel sighed. "You can be in charge of clothing all you want as long as you promise not to tell anyone about this."

"What makes you think I would be the one to spill the beans?" Kurt had a tone of indignation. His tone turned into a noise as the other three occupants of the room looked at him doubtfully. "I never."

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that this is a big secret and until Rachel pops out a kid, we're not telling anyone." Mercedes stated, her eyes darting between Artie and Kurt.

"So we," Tina made a circle around the room, "Puck, and Finn know."

"And Mr. Schuester." Rachel added.

"Ok, so, we have an adult on our side. That's good. I guess." Tina shrugged. "He's not going to tell on you guys?"

"He said that he thinks it's in our best interest if Finn and I tell our parents ourselves."

"So that's a no?" Rachel nodded her head.

"We won't tell anyone Rachel, no worries." Artie shot her a smile. Kurt sighed, nodding his head.

"Promise. My lips are sealed."

"Thank you. I feel like all of this is just turning into one big circus."

It was at that moment that the choir doors flew open, a livid Mr. Schue walked through the door, his attention not on the five in the room, but rather the two walking in behind him.

"I really don't care what they did. You two had no right to attack them in the locker room! You caused several injuries!"

The five looked from Mr. Schue to a battered Finn and Puck (well, not battered, but well fought). Finn's cheek was already bruising and Puck was sporting a cut right above his eye.

"It's not like they didn't get in a good few swings." Puck muttered. "At least they learned a lesson!"

"At the expense of you two getting a week's detention. You should be happy that was all Figgins gave you!"

"What happened?" Rachel was staring at the two.

The three turned, staring at Artie, Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, and Rachel. Mr. Schue let out a tired sigh.

"I didn't know you guys were in here." His voice was full of regret. "Had I known--"

"What happened?" Rachel's voice heightened, her eyes roaming both Puck and Finn's faces and bodies. "What did you two do?"

"Nothing." Their voices mingled together, their eyes set on Rachel.

"Nothing? Nothing?"

"Wrong thing to say. Wrong thing to say." Kurt mumbled, talking from the side of his mouth as he focused on a spot on the side wall.

"Look, we just went to go have a talk with some of the guys that got you and Tina with the slushies." Finn shrugged.

"You went to have a talk with them?" Rachel turned to Puck.

"Yes, a talk." The mohawked boy cleared his throat, his eyes moving to the surrounding area of Kurt's spot. "With our fists."

"Seriously?!" Rachel stared at the two. "You two both know how I feel about violence!" By the looks on both boys faces neither of them were aware of Rachel's feelings towards violence. "I don't like it!"

"They threw a slushy at you!" Finn pointed towards the doors of the choir room. "What did you want us to do? Let them get away with it so they could do it again? You spent the rest of lunch in the bathroom!"

"I was throwing up!" Rachel shot up from her seat, her voice matching Finn's.

"Because they slushied you!" Puck entered the raised voices.

"It's over and done with." Finn threw his bag down, his eyes heated. "They're never coming near you again."

"That's great. That's fabulous!" Rachel threw her arm in the air. "We're trying not to bring attention to me. Slushies are my normal way of life, you morons! By the two of you beating the crap out of them, you're just setting off more gossip. We don't want to draw attention to this bizarre situation!"

"Next time we should let them pelt you with rocks as well then." Puck shook his head. "Come on Berry, get off your high horse!"

"My high horse?! You just beat the crap out of however many neanderthals, walking out with a trail of gossip and botched up faces."

"And a week of detention." Kurt motioned to them, his eyes on Rachel. "Do not forget about the week of detention."

"That's right!" Rachel pointed at them. Puck and Finn both turned to Kurt with murder in their eyes. Kurt mouthed an 'ok' his eyes moving back to his spot.

Mercedes, Tina, and Artie were all staring at the three with anticipated faces. Mr. Schue had also made his way to the chairs, sitting a seat away from Tina. He was watching them with careful eyes, still not involving himself.

"It's a weeks worth of detention. It's not a big deal." Finn shook his head. "You should be happy that we defended your honor, or, whatever!"

"Well thank you SO much!" Rachel shook her head. "So, while you were defending my honor, getting hit in the face, and earning a week's worth of detention, was anyone thinking about my doctor's appointment on Wednesday? The one at three fifteen, directly after school?"

Finn opened his mouth, only to shut it quickly. Puck eyes were in big circles.

"That was exactly what I thought. But, no, thank you for defending my honor. It's so much more important these days. Where the hell were you seven weeks ago?" Rachel shook her head, her face dry but her voice at breaking point. "Oh, that's right. Throwing them at me."

No one had time to react as Rachel flew from the room. It had happened almost instantly.

Mercedes sighed, grabbing her things (Tina doing the same). Artie had already started rolling himself out as Kurt knitted his eyebrows together and shook his head disappointedly.

In no time at all the choir room was only filled with Mr. Schue, Puck, and Finn.

"Shit." Puck threw his arms into the air, turning so that he was facing the piano. Finn had placed his hand over his face, his head shaking into his palm.

"Well, I guess you two have your work cut out for you." Mr. Schue gave them a look, his lips pressing together. He stood up, making his way towards to the piano, papers littering the glossy top.

"Thanks for intervening there by the way," Puck stated looking at his teacher with a sour expression. "Really helped us out."

"Hey, this whole thing is between you two and Rachel. It's after hours and unless you were going to hit her or she was going to lunge herself at you, there was no real reason to jump in." Mr. Schue shook his head. "I really didn't want to be chewed out, on a personal note."

"It's just her hormones." Puck stated angrily. "Or she is just crazy."

"Puck, come on." Finn shook his head, a ticking noise falling from his lips.

"I think it was the fact that she has to go to a doctor's appointment by herself now, but that's just my opinion." Mr. Schue looked at the two. "I'm going home. I will see you two tomorrow." He began to walk out, pausing right as he got to the door. "From one guy to the next, I would give her some space."

Puck looked over to Finn who had his arms crossed, his eyes staring at the ceiling.

"This is so your fault." Finn looked at his best friend and shook his head.

"This is totally your fault."

"We did get them good though." Puck admired his bruising knuckles. "Did you see Johnson hit the ground?"

"It was actually a really good fight from an outside stand point." Finn agreed, grabbing his tossed bag. "You do realize that she's never going to let us forget this, right?"

"Dude, all I know is that you were the one who just had to take her to the doctor's appointment." Puck pointed over to him as they made their way to the door. "I can still take her to school. It's your ass on the line."

"My ass might be on the line, but you'll be in a closed space with her with no witnesses tomorrow." Finn gently clapped his hand on Puck's shoulders. "It was real nice knowing you buddy."

November 11th, 2009, Wednesday

Rachel was laying on the doctor's table, her pants loosely on her hips and her shirt pulled up to just above her stomach. Tina was sitting next to her holding her hand and flashing her reassuring smiles. Kurt was wandering around the doctor's examining room looking at the various medical supplies (q-tips, creams, tongue stick things).

It had only, really, been two days since the news of Puck and Finn's stunt with the hockey players hit the hallways of McKinley High School. And everyone was talking about it.

Rachel had never heard her name dropped so many times in the span of an eight period day. At least if everyone had thought that Puck and Finn were standing up for the Glee club, then Rachel could slip under the radar. The problem was that since she had been specifically involved and, as of late, both Puck and Finn had been so doting on her, Rachel did not get the luxury of being invisible.

So, for the past two days, Rachel made it her lot in life to avoid Puck and Finn ("At least until the debris settles, right?" -Tina). Kurt had picked her up and dropped her to and from school. Artie had made it clear that Puck and Finn's presence was best missed at the lunch table. And finally Tina and Mercedes had made it their job to keep the boys from hanging around her locker. It was a logical solution to the gossip problem. Because all Rachel really wanted was to go back to being a nobody, a blip on the doppler.

Her eyes roamed across the light blue and white of the examine room. What she really wanted, was definitely not going to come true.

"These would be perfect for doing my cuticles." Both girls turned to look at Kurt who was staring into a metal tin.

"Kurt, you can steal from my doctor another time." The blonde looked over at Rachel and then Tina, gently placing the lid back on with a 'clack'.

"I was just saying." He sighed and turned so he was full body facing the girls. He flipped his bangs and crossed his arms. "So, should I expect to see like this little tiny human being in your stomach? Or is it going to be blurry?"

Tina sighed, covering her face as Rachel shook her head. "This is exactly why I think they're not teaching us enough in Health class. Right here."

"Kurt, I explained this to you in the car. The baby is not developed yet." Tina turned back to Rachel, her reassuring smile back in place. "It'll be ok."

"I know. I know." Rachel groaned. "I just want to get this over with."

"You're upset Finn couldn't be here?"

"I'm upset that Finn can't be here. Yes. Not because I want him here." Rachel made a face. "Oh, no, I am still so mad at them. He really did want to be involved though. He's still ansy about Puck going to the first doctor's appointment."

"I thought Puck waited in the waiting room?" Kurt stated. He had crossed the room and was now looking at other metal tins.

"Yeah, he did. That's not exactly what Puck told Finn though." Rachel bit her bottom lip. "I should really correct that situation."

"Why?" Kurt popped open a tin, shoving his face to see what was in. "It's much more fun this way." Rachel and Tina were once again staring at him. "Puh-lease." He smirked. "Puck and Finn, fighting over Rachel's uterus, it's what dreams are made of."

"They are not fighting over my uterus! And what did I say about you being so frank when saying those types of words."

"If they're not fighting over your lady parts, then what are they fighting over?" Kurt's smirk widened as Tina lowered her gaze and Rachel began to chew on her bottom lip. "See, much more fun my way."

"AH! More people to meet!" Dr. Bernard walked in, his smile lightening the room. "I was expecting to see Noah or at the very least the father." He held a hand out to Kurt. "I do love meeting new people though."

"Kurt, I'm the fashionable one." He smiled and shook the older man's hand.

"Tina. The godmother." Rachel groaned again, her hand moving to cover her eyes.

"Well it is a pleasure meeting both of you. I am Dr. Bernard, Rachel's ObGyn. And today we have our very first ultrasound."

"Will that tell the gender?" The girls, for the one millionth time, turned to Kurt.

"How many times did we go over this?"

"You are not a doctor, Tina."

Before anything else could be said, Dr. Bernard gave a hearty laugh, sitting himself next to Rachel and turning on the machine.

"Well, my boy, this won't tell the gender of the baby, because Rachel isn't far enough along. All this is going to do is check to see if the heartbeat is loud enough for us to hare, and if it is, how strong or weak it is. We'll also get a glimpse of the fetus, but it'll be rather small."

"That's actually very cool." Kurt stated, walking to stand behind Tina and get a clear shot of the screen.

"It is cool." Dr. Bernard laughed. "Now, this is going to be a little cold." Rachel simply nodded, her hand squeezing Tina's.

Various sounds started as the machine turned on. Dr. Bernard turned to Rachel's exposed stomach, squirting gel over her skin.

And then, right as Dr. Bernard took one of the instruments attached to the machine, a picture flared to life over the screen.

"That my friends is the inside of Rachel." He looked at the three awestruck teenagers.

"So totally cool." Kurt mumbled, leaning into Tina's back.

"Let me just," he turned a dial on the side of the screen. A faint sound reached their ears. "We have a heart beat!"

"Yay!" Tina whispered excitedly, her smile mirroring that of a Cheshire cat's.

"The reading is giving me a hundred and twenty beats per minute. That is excellent!" Dr. Bernard turned and gave Rachel a large smile. "And if you look right about," he paused as he leaned towards the screen and pointed to a spot, "here, you can see the fetus."

All three teenagers leaned forward.

"I don't see anything." Kurt stated, leaning closer.

"It looks like something from the chemistry slides." Tina cocked her head to the side. "Actually, I don't think I'm really seeing it either."

"I think I see a little, tiny, speck. Which could be from the picture itself or from the screen. Was it cleaned recently?" Rachel's voice was panicked.

"It's cleaned after every ultrasound." Dr Bernard patted her hand. "It's still very early, kids, the fetus is barely grazing a quarter of an inch. But that little tiny speck is your baby."

"I can barely see my baby." Rachel sucked in both her lips. Her eyes began watering.

Tina and Kurt both leaned away. "Hormone surge."

"That's perfectly normal." Dr. Bernard reached over and grabbed the box of tissues from the table next to the machine. "Well, to what you told me and the nurse, and from your stats and everything, you are doing a wonderful job." He shut off the machine and grabbed a thicker tissue to wipe away the gel from her stomach. "How's the morning sickness?"

"It's still there, but I've been doing much better with eating. Especially things with protein."

"Good, good. And everything else is ok?"

"Yep." Rachel pulled down her shirt, nodding her head. She sniffled slightly, her eyes lingering on the machine.

"Well, I do not have to see you for a month. And the next ultra sound won't be until week eighteen or twenty, depending, ok?" Dr. Bernard gave her a smile and another pat on the hand. "You are doing a great job Rachel, and if you have any questions or concerns do not hesitate to call me, ok?"

Rachel nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem. And this," he leaned down and picked something up from the machine, only to take out his sharpie from his pocket, "is a little gift."

Rachel took the freeze frame of her ultrasound and smiled at the circled speck. "Thank you, so much."

"Of course, of course. It was nice meeting you Tina and Kurt. You guys have a great rest of the week."

"Thank you." Tina and Kurt echoed, their eyes falling over the picture in Rachel's hand.

"I have a speck." Kurt looped his arm around her arm.

"Yes, you have a speck. It's very exciting." Tina smiled at Rachel, throwing her arm around her shoulders.

"It really is exciting."

Kurt pulled up to Rachel's driveway. They both stared at the porch where Finn was currently sitting.

"You want me to run him over?" Rachel threw a look at Kurt. "What? We can get him and then go track down Puck."

"It's fine. He probably just wants to know how everything went." Rachel leaned over and gave a quick hug to Kurt. "Thank you for coming with me."

"Well, come on Rach, how were you and Tina going to get there, walk?" Kurt hugged her back. "I expect a full detail report after he leaves. I'll call Mercedes and let her know how everything went."

Rachel gave him a smile and the slid from the passenger seat to her driveway. She gave Kurt one more smile and wave before he backed up.

"Hey." Her attention was now on the six foot three football player who had stood up and walked over to her.

"Hey." Her voice was low but she managed a smile. "How was detention?"

"Puck and I played paper football through most of it." Finn started nodding his head slowly. "It's really not that great of a punishment." Rachel simply looked at him. "I'm sorry. How was the doctor's appointment?"

She shrugged, walking up the two stairs and opening her front door. She waited until Finn had walked in behind her before closing the door.

"We can talk in my room. My dads shouldn't be home until about seven."

"Ok." Finn gestured for her to go first, following her up the stairs and down to the end of the long hall.

He walked into her room, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Rachel reached into her book bag and pulled out the ultrasound picture. She handed it to him before walking over to the bathroom and turning the water on to warm.

She washed her face, waiting for him to say something. It wasn't until she had dried her face, turning to lean in the door way, that Finn was able to drag his eyes from the photo.

"Is this the baby?"

"The speck in the middle of the circle is the baby. Yeah. Everything looks really good, I got to hear the heart beat. It's barely a quarter of an inch long."

Finn turned back to the picture. His eyes were staring at it, his lips in neither a frown or a smile.

"It's not a speck, it's like a dark bubble. It's darker then the rest of the picture. See." He held the picture up, showing Rachel what he meant. He sighed and brought the picture back to where it was in front of his face. "It's our baby."

At his words Rachel froze. She was watching him stare at the picture, her heart beating erratically. Surely, surely, this was not the first time Finn had ever referred to it as 'their' baby. But, and maybe it was a hormone surge, maybe it was her lack of sleep, maybe she was crazy, she was pregnant with Finn's child. They had a baby. There was photographic proof that there was actually something inside of her.

"I need to sit down." She moved from the bathroom door way to her bed. Her body seemed to give way as she hit the soft comforter.

"Are you ok?" Finn looked over at her. She wasn't sitting next to him but rather at a ninety degree angle, her body still facing the bathroom rather then her desk.

"I think it just hit me."

"What? The baby?"

"No, yes, not literally." She turned her head. "I'm actually having a baby."

Finn raised an eyebrow. "Did you think this was some kind of joke?"

"I think I wanted it to be." Rachel shook her head. "Noah's right, I am psychotic."

"I think all pregnant ladies are." Finn joked. He sighed as Rachel looked at him unamused. He got up, moving so that he was next to her. He lifted the picture for her to see it. "This is beyond incredible. It's scary as hell, but totally worth it." He pointed to the dark bubble/speck. "This is indescribable."

Rachel looked at him. "You're being very mature about this Finn. I really didn't expect it."

"I don't feel mature, to tell you the truth." He chuckled, his eyes falling back over the photo. "I feel really out of control and a part of me wants to scream, really loud."

"Why aren't you?"

"Because you're not." He looked at her. "You're being really strong and mature and totally Rachel, actually. I'm sure you don't feel like that, you know, what with all the puking and stuff, but, it wouldn't be fair if I began screaming and you stayed calm. And, if you want to scream, I promise I won't scream. I promise I'll be calm for you." He nudged her arm.

"I do feel a little bit like screaming. I feel more like crying though." Rachel chuckled. "This is all happening really fast. I shouldn't have told anyone. I should have just kept it a secret for a little while longer. When this gets out at school--"

"It won't get out of school. None of us are going to tell anyone. And you need us Rach. And, even though you don't want to believe it, we couldn't just let those jerks get away with doing that to you. Or Tina. Or anyone anymore."

"If it had just been Tina you wouldn't have had such a blow out." Rachel tilted her head, looking at Finn.

"Probably not, but we would have done something. It might have just been one big slushy war."

Rachel gently took the ultrasound photo from the brown haired boy.

"It'll all be old news by Monday. Right?" Finn gave her a short nod. "And I mean, the Cheerios still hates my guts? So, that's all normal."

"We'll get through this, no worries. No one else is going to find out, and before you know it, you'll be--"

"Big and fat." Rachel ran her fingers through her hair. "This is really one big circus act after another."

Finn sighed. "It will be fine." His hand reached up, pushing some of the hair from her face. "I promise."

Rachel laughed. "Sure."

Finn nodded his head, his hand pausing in her hair. Rachel turned to look at him, his eyes holding hers captivated.

Her fingers pressed together, the photo slid thinly between them. She could feel her blood begin to pump and her stomach begin to twist.

She watched as his tongue flitted across his lips and his hand moved to curve around the base of her neck. Her eyes began to lazily close as a tiny voice in the back of her head began to chant of how bad of an idea this truly was.

His lips landed on hers in a short peck, his face pulling away just slightly, possibly trying to judge her reaction.

Puck's voice entered her head causing her to pull back from Finn's touch. Puck's voice seemed to be ranting and raving about locks and irresponsibility, growing closer with each passing second.

Puck's voice was soon entering her bedroom, stopping suddenly as it got into perfect ear shot. Rachel swung her head to stare at the mohawked boy, who was standing with a scowl and his hands tucked into his pockets.

"Noah." Her voice was breathy as her blood flow increased another notch. She swung her head back to Finn who was looking over the top of her to his best friend.

"Was I interrupting?" There was a cold tone to his words and before Finn could say anything Rachel was shaking her head.

"No, you weren't." She could feel Finn pull away from her. Her eyes closing as the weight from the bed lightened. She barely felt him slide the photo from her now slightly trembling fingers.

"I wanted to see how the doctor's visit went." Puck stated. Finn made his way from the bed to the bedroom door, lingering next to Rachel's desk.

"She got an ultrasound." Finn handed the picture to Puck. "The dark bubble thing is the baby."

"Whoa."

Rachel stared at the two, her heart beat going a million miles a second. They both turned and looked at her, causing the butterflies to take complete control of her stomach.

New rule, no more allowing people into the house and always lock the door.