A/N: For the guest that talked about coffee; I thought the same thing, but I researched it and found at least four sites where science has proven that only an excess amount of coffee every day, about four cups or more, was detrimental to the health of the baby. Rachel only drinks it once a day, and she mixes it with a good amount of milk and chocolate creamer. I have researched what pregnant women can and cannot eat and drink, so this should be fairly accurate.
"What were you and Puckerman getting up to this morning after I left?" Quinn looked pointedly at the glaringly red bruise on her neck.
"Shut up Quinn." She grumbled, and adjusted her hair to better cover it. Rachel hadn't had the time that morning to change shirts, and hadn't exactly wanted to with Puck smirking at her, so she had left on the tank top and hoped that Quinn would have some experience with hiding them.
She did, but she wasn't exactly being cooperative. Quinn was too busy laughing at her to care.
"I guess it's not that subtle, is it."
"Would you please just help me hide it?" Rachel was desperate. "I think Mr. Schue was judging me when he saw it and I told him I was pregnant."
"You realize it'll make him mad, right?" Quinn pulled Rachel into the girl's locker room and glared at a few of the occupants to make them leave.
She raised her eyebrows. "I don't care if it makes him mad. It's my body and it's embarasing to have a giant hickey on my neck."
"Especially one that means you've been claimed by Puckerman." Quinn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll help you."
"Thank you!" Rachel pulled Quinn into a quick hug and moved her hair, exposing her neck to Quinn's makeup brush.
"Yeah, you're lucky that Brittany is about the same skin tone as you and she lent me her makeup."
"You told Brittany?"
"Of course not. I didn't have to. I just asked if I could use some of her concealer and she said yes. Then she told me some weird things about her cat." Quinn rolled her eyes. "That girl is dumber than I used to think was possible, but she's well intentioned. Santana, on the other hand…"
Rachel interrupted her. "Is vicious and genius."
"Exactly."
They chattered while Quinn finished covering up the hickey.
"You're good to go." Rachel stood and looked at herself in the mirror, astonished at the sight of her neck; it looked flawless.
"Thank you again!"
"Uh huh. Just remember that I warned you when it came to making Puckerman angry."
"He won't be that angry. He's a nice guy."
Quinn nodded sarcastically, and shepherded Rachel out of the locker room. The five minute bell rang, and Rachel waved.
"See you at lunch?"
"Yeah. Meet me at the stairs."
They parted ways, and Rachel stepped into Spanish with Mr. Schue. He wasn't there yet, so she settled her things in her usual seat, the very front row and far left, by the window.
Sam walked in a few minute after her, in the wave of kids that got there right before the bell rang. He slid into the seat next to her and slumped forward, his head on his crossed arms.
"Sam, are you alright?"
He lifted his head up just enough for her to see his dreary eyes, clearly still sleepy. "Yeah, thanks Rach. Just tired."
Rachel smiled at him as he put his head back down. Sure, they had broken up that summer, when he had moved, but when he and his family made it back they maintained a good friendship, even though they agreed not to start dating again.
Mr. Schue walked into the room as the bell rang, and made an embarrassed face as he went up to the board.
"Hello class, sorry I wasn't here before school; there was an emergency in the teacher's lounge involving extremely hot coffee and Coach Sue."
The class laughed collectively as he wrote the assignment on the board; Rachel's eyes widened before she got out of her seat, sprinting across the room, grabbing the trash can and flying into the hallway just in time to throw up in the stolen garbage can.
When she finished, she tied the bag and set it into the bigger can down the hall, bringing the can back towards her classroom. Mr. Schue stood outside the door, waiting for her to come back.
"Rachel, do you need to go to the nurse?"
"No thank you. She'll ask questions I don't really want to answer right now."
Mr. Schue nodded. "Wait here for a minute."
He stepped back into the room and emereged a second later, carrying a small first aid bag. Rachel protested before he opened it, showing her the box of salteens and bottles of Sprite.
"Uh, when Quinn had morning sickness last year this helped." He handed her the bag and rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I kind of just got into the habit of having it in the classroom for when kids felt sick."
Rachel was touched. "Thank you Mr. Schuester."
He nodded, placed a hand on her shoulder for a minute and went back into the classroom.
She munched on one of the crackers and took a few sips of one of the Sprite. He was right; it really helped.
"Oh, hey Rachel." Sam stepped out, carrying the bathroom pass. "Thought you went to the nurse."
She shook her head and sat down against the wall, still sipping the Sprite.
"You okay?"
Rachel bit her lip-one of her nervous ticks-and made a split-second decision. "I'm pregnant."
Sam looked like he was having a heart attack. Seemingly incapable of speech, he pointed to himself.
"No, no. It's not yours. I'm sorry to have scared you." She ate another cracker.
"Oh thank god." He slid down the wall and sat next to her. "Wait, if it's not mine, whose is it?"
"I'm not sure if he'd want me to tell you yet. He knows though. That's why I'm out here. Morning sickness."
"Wow. I wouldn't have guessed."
"I'm going back inside. Don't tell anybody, okay? The father and I need to do it." She stood up, peeling the label off of the bottle of soda so that it looked like water. Rachel threw that and the Saltines wrapper away in the now bag-less trash can.
"I won't tell. Hey, you need anything, tell me, okay?" Sam smiled awkwardly. "That's two kids that you'll have now, right? Beth and that one?"
"Yes."
"Woah." He whistled lowly, turned, and walked to the bathroom.
Rachel giggled before going back into class, Mr. Schue winked at her before she took her seat, taking the first aid kit from her.
"Thank you for this back, Rachel. Let's hope you don't need it again." He smiled. "Okay class, this week-"