**DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own a thing. Of course…

So thanks for last chapter's positive response. This one is pretty much ALL Quinn Fabray. Confused? Simply read on. It sets a lot of things in motion.

By the way, I've given Brittany a last name since in the TV show they haven't revealed that information yet. If they ever do (like in the upcoming seasons) I will go back to these chapters and edit my surname for her out. I decided to give her the last name Janssen which is a primarily Dutch surname. By the way, she isn't really in this chapter (mostly just mentioned) but I'm still planning on making her part of the comedic relief later on.

So… enjoy, my readers! Don't forget to review!

-SpringSinger

Quinn Fabray hated Mondays.

Mondays. They were cruel reminders of same god awful routine she followed and began again every week. She couldn't even find the words to describe her burning hatred towards them. It was as if the beginning of the week reminded her that she was and, always would be, a Lima Loser. A Lima Loser destined on the path of repetition and an unchanging lifestyle. It wasn't a happy prospect. Mondays. They reminded Quinn of her hopeless situation. They took away all of the relief she experienced every Friday. But the worst part of them was the disturbing fact that continuously drifted around at the back of her mind. The fact that Quinn always thought she had a chance. A chance to get out of Lima, Ohio, make something of her life and be something unexpected. She was intelligent. She had amazing grades. She was the head of a very successful cheerleading squad. She always had something going for her. Always.

That was, until she got knocked up.

And it was as of today, May 10th, 2010 that Quinn was now eight months pregnant with Noah Puckerman's baby girl.

Eight months.

To Quinn, it seemed like an eternity since the night that it had all occurred. All of the mistakes she had made, they seemed distant. Now, her one goal, the one thing that kept her sane, was her baby's due date. Tuesday, June 15th. Yeah, it seemed far away now but every day she continued to grow more and more aware of its looming upon her. But, through it all, Quinn continued to hold onto her simple intent of focusing on the future instead of dwelling on the past. Her attempt to think about the positive and not the negative.

For one, she had the support of the entire Glee club and a new budding friendship with the Black Diva, Mercedes Jones. That meant a lot. She also even had her baby daddy there to catch her when she fell. That was a lot more than many teen mother's could ask. And although her parents had completely rejected her, things were actually OK. Finally. Everything was going ... right.

Quinn even considered herself lucky. It seemed like things were pretty awful for Rachel Berry at the moment and she was damn happy not to be stuck in that situation again.

Uh. Been there, done that.

Sure. Quinn knew that Rachel was pregnant, or at least, she was pretty sure. And no. She wasn't really all that nosy. Frankly, Quinn had practically chanced by the actual proof. And though there had been one main, determining factor, there were small things as well. But in the beginning, Quinn even dismissed those little signs and signals she had been noticing because… well, it was Rachel Berry for God's sake.

Girls like that don't get pregnant. They shouldn't even have sex.

Or at least, nobody expected them to. Honestly, who do you think would get pregnant? The unpopular freak or the blonde cheerleader?

Stereotypes. They just made everything a hell of a lot harder.

At least for Quinn people might have expected her to get knocked up, despite the fact that she was the president of the Celibacy Club. She was practically a perfect fit for stereotype of a teen mother. It was harder for Rachel. Quinn almost pitied her. Almost.

But the main question most would have must be how Quinn knew about Rachel Berry's pregnancy. Everyone knew that they had never been particularly chummy towards one another. Actually, they had always been much closer to being enemies than friends.

And yet, Quinn knew. There were many reasons and factors to this but the simple answer would be that Ms. Quinn Fabray was lucky and also simply quite good at guesswork. In fact, her speculation about Rachel was created subsequent to her being witness of various signs.

First of all, in March Quinn had actually caught Rachel throwing up something awful in the school bathroom…

"Quinn." Mr. Schue's voice was strangled and the simple oddity of it caught her attention almost immediately.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Quinn glimpsed over at him, "Yeah?"

"Can you go check on Rachel?"

"Um." The pregnant teen paused awkwardly, looking around at her fellow glee clubbers. "How am I supposed to know where she went?"

"She couldn't have gotten that far," Santana drawled loudly as she examined her brightly painted nails from the far edge of the room.

Narrowing her eyes, Quinn turned around and glared at her old friend.

But, for a moment, she was confused.

When had that friendship deteriorated?

Quinn could hardly remember. Was it the day that her fellow cheerleader learned she was carrying Puck's baby or was it when she had initially figured out that Quinn was pregnant?

"Santana." Mr. Schue issued a stern warning before facing the ex-Cheerio again, "I'm pretty sure that she'll be in the bathroom, Quinn."

Shrugging, the soon-to-be teen mother stood from her seat, clutching the back of it for support.

"Fine," Quinn replied, "I'll go."

Bathrooms. Of course she was the first one Mr. Schuester would think of…

Wait.

How would Mr. Schue know to assume that Rachel was in the bathroom? Frowning, Quinn walked out of the room, closing the door heavily behind her as she headed for the closest McKinley High girls restroom.

Something wasn't quite right.

As Quinn entered the cool, white-tiled bathroom, she was almost completely and immediately surrounded by an eerie silence. As if not trying to disturb the quiet, she gently took a step forward, trying not to make noise against the hard floor with her shoes. Softly, she moved over by the sink, unsure of what next step she should take.

What if Rachel wasn't even here?

Ugh. Quinn's delicate nose scrunched as she the stench of vomit wafted into her nose.

Was RuPaul throwing up? Why would she be – ?

And then, Quinn heard a loud, aching moan.

"Rachel?" She spoke hesitantly, practically faltering.

Silence.

Taking a timid step towards the stall doors, Quinn nervously grasped her wrist, "Rachel?"

Silence. Again.

She wasn't used to this. Comforting others or whatever the hell this was. Quinn just wasn't used to it.

"Y-yes?" The reply was weak, feeble. It was unnatural.

Thank God she said something.Quinn almost sighed with relief.

"It's me," the ex-Cheerio spoke timidly, approaching the door from which she heard Rachel's voice, "Quinn."

Hesitantly, she watched as Rachel's black Mary Janes shifted underneath the stall door while she stood. The clasp unlocked with a squeak.

And there she was.

She looked broken, exhausted. Her eyes were downcast.

She didn't look like Rachel Berry. Where was the confidence? The resilience?

"Why are you here?" The girl choked out. Her tone, however weak, was harsh and left Quinn rendered momentarily speechless.

Why was she here?

She didn't particularly care about Man Hands.

Sure. Mr. Schuester had told her to come but she could have said no. It was a free country after all.

Maybe it was just simple curiosity.

Well. Curiosity killed the cat, didn't it?

Quinn frowned slightly and sighed, "Well, we all just kind of assumed you were throwing up and everyone just thought since I had the most experience with that sort of thing…"

"I wasn't throwing up."

Quinn shifted uncomfortably, blinking as she glanced away from the girl. She felt as if Rachel was staring straight through her. It was like Rachel could practically the discomfort emanating from her.

"Rachel," she began quietly, "I know what vomit smells like." Trust me.

Finally, the girl broke the stare and looked away, defeated. Rachel closed her eyes tightly for a moment, breathing a deep, yet shaky, breath. Then, she blankly faced Quinn's searching gaze again and spoke.

"I didn't want you to assume I was bulimic or something. I – I think I just honestly ate something bad," the girl flashed an unsteady smile. "Thanks for checking in though."

Quinn blinked.

Rachel was lying. Blatantly lying.

Yeah, she was really good at it, but yet, Quinn could still tell.

What the fuck is going on?

No. Something wasn't just quite right.

Something was really wrong.

But the fact that Quinn caught Rachel throwing up was definitely not the only factor that helped create the pregnant teen's final conjecture. Actually, in the beginning Quinn denied all the facts and signs. Again, her opinions and views were so incredibly strong that, in her mind, it was absolutely impossible for somebody like Rachel to get pregnant.

Ok, yes. Maybe Rachel's entire wardrobe had completely changed over the course of the past few months. Baggy shirts, tunics, dresses. Sure, it was different but maybe that's what was "in" on Broadway then or some shit like that. Quinn didn't know. But, what she did know (or what she thought she did) was that even if Rachel wasn't wearing her classic sweater, skirt and knee-high set anymore, that didn't mean a thing.

Right?

And, for a while, Quinn was satisfied in maintaining that state of mind. Truthfully, the possibility only bothered her because it simply defied all of the high school standards that Quinn had ever learned. Besides that, it honestly didn't really matter all that much to her if Rachel had been knocked up. They were practically enemies. Something that made Rachel Berry frown was something that should make Quinn Fabray smile.

But as the days passed by, there were more signs, just little, everyday oddities that she would quietly observe. It wasn't as if Quinn was intentionally trying to notice the things that she did, it just… happened.

For instance, regardless of the fact that she was a vegan, Quinn once saw (with her very own eyes) Rachel grab two soft turkey tacos during lunch. Also, Rachel had begun to have the weirdest mood fluctuations. Quinn had never noticed before, Rachel Berry was usually very good at hiding her emotions, or at least the ones that she didn't want people to know about. But now a days, it was quite a different story.

And still, despite all of the signs, Quinn's idea about the situation remained no different than before. That was, until May 10th, 2010…

Quinn's eyes flickered once again to the simple, rounded clock resting above the door.

11:56.

The period had ended one minute ago and she could guess from the room's restless atmosphere that everyone wanted to go to lunch just as desperately as she did.

Lunch. Quinn slightly smiled at the prospect, her mind drifting to thoughts of food.

Before pregnancy, she never really appreciated it enough. Food, that is.

Frowning, Quinn squirmed in her seat. What was taking so long? Angrily, she narrowed her eyes at her Mr. Schuester as he prattled on and on.

Quinn stole another peek at the clock.

Ugh.

Now it had been two minutes.

What was he trying to do anyways? Starve them all? Starve her baby? Because Quinn was sure that if her unborn child died of starvation that day, it'd definitely be all Mr. Schue's fault.

"Alright, you guys," Mr. Schuester smiled warily at his distracted students, "class dismissed."

Quinn shot up, incredibly relieved and as she swung her bag over her shoulder she kept care that she wouldn't topple over with the weight of her baby.

From behind, she heard Brittany sigh underneath her breath, "Finally."

Quinn smiled slightly. The dumb blonde had voiced her exact sentiments.

"No freaking way," Quinn groaned.

In her hurry to leave Quinn had forgotten her entire folder of Glee sheet music underneath her seat. Quinn paused in the middle of the busy hallway as the realization hit her and reached out a hand to prevent her friend from continuing on further.

Mercedes turned back around towards the pregnant, slight concern reflecting upon her expression, "What is it?"

"I forgot my Glee stuff," Quinn sighed angrily, "of course."

Frowning, Mercedes folded her arms, "Do I have to go back with you?"

"I like how you always answer the question you know I'm going to ask before I even speak." Quinn grinned, "Oh and um, yes. You do."

"Ugh." Her friend's nose wrinkled, "Fine."

And so the two friends traveled back down the hallway from where they came from, chatting continually about every silly topic that came up. As they turned the bare corner, Mercedes continued her random blather. Smiling, Quinn nodded blankly, laughing incomprehensively now and then. Her mind was somewhere else completely.

As they approached the door, Quinn's ears picked up faint, muffled tones from within the room. Quinn turned to Mercedes and motioned for her to be silent.

Settling between the two friends was a silence only broken by the soft voices from beyond.

Cautiously, Quinn drew nearer and hastily stole a peek through the door's window.

Jesse St. James and Rachel Berry.

Weird.

Not much more than a word had passed between the two since their break-up so this was definitely a curiosity worth investigating.

At the sight of the two, Quinn quickly turned and forcefully grabbed her friend's hand, dragging her down to hide beneath the revealing window.

"Quinn?"

A finger flew to Quinn's lips, "Be quiet!"

Turning, the heavily pregnant girl pressed a gentle hand against the wall for support as she lowered an ear to the door.

Eavesdropping. It was a feat that Quinn Fabray excelled at.

But… it was only a skill that could be put to use if you could actually hear something.

The two's voices and tones were incredibly light and quiet that despite the fact that Quinn was pressing her ear tightly against the door, she could hardly hear a thing.

"Who's in there?" Mercedes mouthed obnoxiously.

Rolling her eyes, Quinn replied softly, "Jesse and Rachel."

The Black Diva nodded in comprehension, excitement of the possibility for new gossip flickering across her expression.

No. It probably wasn't a great idea to bring Mercedes along when dealing with these sort of matters as it was a well known fact that McKinley High's own, personal Beyonce kind of sucked at keeping secrets. But, it wasn't as if Quinn ever had a choice….

"What are they saying?" Mercedes' eyebrows crinkled in frustration.

The pregnant girl shrugged and pressed her ear closer against the wooden door. Eavesdropping. Or, at least trying to.

Quinn Fabray hadn't always been one to pry into other's personal matters.

In fact, she used to be a sweet little daddy's girl who would never even dare to dream of manipulation or blackmail. But Quinn also used to be innocent, though it was obvious that that was no longer the case. But as a result of her previous association with the likes of Santana Lopez and Brittany Janssen, the bitch inside her had come out. And yes, although her new relationships had begun to bring out a better side in her, every now and then her old instincts would get the better.

What could she say? Old habits die hard.

And despite her attempts not to ponder over the past, Quinn had always speculated about an alternate universe and a time in which she could have made different friends, different decisions and led a completely different life.

Would she still have gotten pregnant?

Ugh.

Quinn shook her head, trying to rid her mind of such useless dwellings and shifted her ear over to the crack between the door and the wall.

Wait. Was that –?

Noise. Voices. Words.

She could just discern a few phrases but maybe that was all she needed…

"– it a boy or girl?" Quinn could just barely hear anything although she was quite certain that the voice that had just spoken was definitely male.

"Hear anything?"

Quinn glanced towards Mercedes and held her gaze for a moment before replying, "No. Not yet."

Closing her eyes, Quinn began focusing harder.

"– 18 weeks. I wanted to know right away too."

Shocked, Quinn backed away from the door quickly, glancing nervously at Mercedes who was still desperately trying to hear into the private conversation.

18 weeks? Boy or girl?

"I can't hear a thing," Mercedes whined quietly, disrupting Quinn's thoughts.

"No shit, Sherlock," Quinn replied quietly as she shushed her friend once again.

Sighing, the pregnant girl turned and pressed her ear against the crack again.

"That sounds like you. Always the impatient one, huh, Rachel?"

"Hey. I just want to be prepared and I'd also rather not call Baby an 'it' for the next six months."

"Baby? What a creative nickname."

Quinn took a sharp intake of breath as her eyes widened.

Baby? No fucking way…

Harshly, Quinn crawled over to Mercedes and took a handful of her sleeve, dragging her out from underneath the door. She'd heard all that she needed to.

So. Rachel Berry was pregnant.

Huh.

Or, at least, that seemed to be the case.

Honestly, Quinn wasn't quite sure how she felt about the situation. On one hand, she really didn't give a fuck. It was Rachel Berry after all. Shouldn't Quinn want to torture her for this? Well in a way, she wanted to but then, in another way, she didn't want to. It was odd. For some reason, Quinn kind of felt this sort of compulsory need to guide Rachel through the rough patches of teen pregnancy so that she wouldn't have to face all the hardships that she herself had. For some odd reason, it was as if she wanted to share the wisdom gained in the past 8 months to a girl placed in the same unfortunate situation that she had been.

But the question was… which feeling was stronger? That's what it all really came down to.

Her old habitual need to ruin people's lives or the bond that now connected the two?

Well, one thing that Quinn could be certain of was the fact that this was not an easy decision to be made.

I hope you liked that chapter. There's going to be a lot more of Quinn (and frankly, all of the other characters) in the near future. She's growing and changing a lot, just like Rachel is so I thought that it'd be good for this mutual experience to bring them together.

By the way, I want to explain a couple things about this alternate timeline. First off, at Regionals, Jesse was still with New Directions and instead of 3rd they won 2nd. But, despite not winning 1st, they are going to Nationals along with Vocal Adrenaline. Nationals will be happening around 5 chapters from now. Though don't quote me on that, please. Another thing to keep in mind is that many of the same events that happened in season 1 have occurred in this story. If something is different, it will have been (or will be) stated.

Please review! :) Thanks for reading.

-SpringSinger