Here's chapter 11! Thank you for all the favs, alerts, and reviews! I know I say this every chapter, but I truely mean it! All of you make me keep writing this fanfic :D.

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It had been a week since Rachel's fathers kicked her out of her house, and she was finally happy to be in a place where there were no more secrets. Santana knew everything about the pregnancy, and her parents gladly let her stay. They even decided to help her pay the medical bills since Santana's father was a doctor. Rachel even had her own room, even if it was the guest bedroom. Once she decorated it, it looked much more like her old room. Every day since the fight though, she stared at the tape her father's gave her that tape. She wondered what it said, but she didn't want to listen just yet.

Realizing that Rachel was twelve weeks pregnant made her happy. She was finally out of her first trimester, which meant no more morning sickness. That didn't mean anything though. She still had cravings and mood swings; those weren't going to go away for a while. She just had two more trimesters to go before the baby was born. Also, now that she was twelve weeks, her risk of having a miscarriage decreased. From time to time though, Rachel wondered why she didn't have one due to the stress in her life.

"Rachel! Breakfast is ready!"

Rachel finished brushing out her hair before rushing downstairs to get some food. She smelled pancakes, which she absolutely loved. However, once she got downstairs, she felt like she was going to puke.

"Oh god..." the smell was atrocious! The brunette had to go into the living room because of that horrible smell. She read in the "What to Except When You're Expecting" book that women were sensitive to smell. Clearly she couldn't eat pancakes now because of it's smell. "Oh, why must you do this to me baby? What do you have against pancakes?"

"What's wrong Rachel?" Santana's mother came into the living room and started rubbing her back slowly.

"The smell..." Rachel was covering up her nose, hoping she wouldn't smell that again.

"I'll get you some cereal, ok?" she nodded as the older woman walked off into the kitchen and got her some cereal.

The second trimester sounds like a lot of fun.

-complicated-complicated-

Rachel sat on her usual front seat chair in the choir room, watching everyone else hang around the piano. She had her notebook open to the list of songs she wanted to sing in glee club. She looked down to see her stomach, which still wasn't very big. She wondered what it would look like, which she constantly told herself not to. Would it have her brown hair and Finn's nose? God she hoped it would have his nose.

I really shouldn't be thinking about this...Maybe I just don't want to raise this baby with Noah. I mean, he said he's willing to follow along with whatever I wanted to do. If I kept it though, he'd probably go back to his old ways and I'd be left as a single mother. I haven't even given Finn a chance. After all, he's said many time before he'd support me no matter what. I just need a distraction for Noah...that's it; Quinn. She likes him, so that would distract the both of them. Then I'll be able to get closer with Finn. Terri did ask me to babysit her sister's kids.

Once class was over, Rachel darted towards Noah with a smile, "Hey. I just wanted to let you know I'm going to be busy Friday night."

"Alright. Anything I can do?" he asked nicely.

"I heard Quinn was doing something. Maybe you could hang out with her? You know, maybe try to find the nice side of her, it'll be good for the team," the brunette gave her boyfriend a kiss goodbye while walking in the other direction. She saw Quinn walking towards Noah, and she saw him instantly spark up a conversation. Rachel smiled before walking in the other direction, and saw Finn standing by his locker.

"Hey Finn! What are you doing Friday night?"

"Well, I was going to play Call of Duty and try to get to level 30. Why?" he answered. He seemed curious as to why she was talking to him.

"Do you wanna babysit with me?" Rachel looked at him with her bright brown eyes, and he beamed a smile as his response.


"Can you please tell me why you're in your bathroom?" Quinn heard Puck ask from the other room. She carefully finished straightening her hair out, making sure it was nice and neat. She fluffed out her short skirt and adjusted her tank top, hoping it looked ok. She opened the door and flashed a smile.

"Hello there," Quinn said in a sultry voice while slowly grazing her fingers against the doorway. Puck looked at her like she was crazy, but she kept her eyes half open and half closed. She was wearing a revealing tank top and a very short skirt.

"Uhhh...why are you wearing that?"

"Don't you like it?" she asked while taking a few steps forward.

"Sure, I like it when girls give me candy, but no. You're cardigans and stuff are fine with me," he said while looking at her face to face.

"Oh..." she looked down, embarrassed. Sometimes she cared too much about what other people thought about her. That's why she went from a chubby brunette to a skinny blonde.

"Hey, it's ok," Puck reassured her while brushing some if her hair to the side. She looked into his hazel eyes with her green eyes for a minute, wondering what he was thinking. Quinn wanted to kiss him, but she knew she had to restrain herself. Like Rachel would say, even though she'd hated to admit it, but she was doing it for the team.

-complicated-complicated-

Three boys were running around the Schuester apartment throwing tables around, tearing a part pillows, and chasing each other with toys. Meanwhile, Finn and Rachel were tied up on two chairs held together by a jump rope.

"I knew we should have played the cowboys! Prisoners just sit around and do nothing!" she exclaimed while trying to grasp her hands around the knot, "Help me, Finn! I've almost got the knot."

He seemed to be knocked out if his daze, since he quickly fumbled around with the knot. While the two of them messed around with it, their hands touched casually. The stopped for a moment once they felt their hands touching. Rachel pulled herself together though; she swiftly undid the knot and shot up from her chair, "Stop throwing things!"

"I have an idea, let's sing them something," Finn said while trying to dodge being hit by pillows.

"Hey kids!" she exclaimed, grabbing one of them softly by the hand, "If you guys calm down, we'll perform a live music video!" All three of the boys settled down and stared at her, waiting for her to perform. They moved to the couch, where they listened to her patiently.

Papa I know you're going to be upset
Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I'm not a baby

You always taught me
Right from wrong
I need your help
Daddy, please be strong
I may be young at heart
But I know what I'm saying

The one you
Warned me all about
The one you said
I could do without
We're in an awful mess
And I don't mean maybe
Please,

Papa, don't preach.
I'm in trouble deep
Papa, don't preach.
I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind.
I'm keeping my baby
Ooh, I'm gonna keep my baby mmmm

"That was really good," one of the boys said while they stared in awe. She smiled at Finn, who smiled at her back. They both knew they were doing a good job so far. After that they gave them some dinner. There was a bit of resistance towards the mashed potatoes, but she promised she'd give them some of her banana bread afterwards, which seemed to please them. They were given a warm bath afterwards, and sent straight to bed without an argument.

"Whew!" Finn said while plopping on the couch beside Rachel, "that wasn't very hard. They really like your banana bread."

Rachel nodded in agreement while reaching for her bag, she pulled out her laptop and a DVD labeled "8 weeks". Dr. Chin made her go back two weeks after her other ultrasound since it was a requirement, "I want to show you something." She popped the DVD into her computer and watched as it came onto her screen.

"What's that?" he asked while staring at it in amazement and confusion.

"That's the baby, right there," she pointed to the blob that was against the black background. She carefully placed her hand back on her lap, watching him touch the screen in wonder. She then heard something that the doctor must have forgotten to mention at the last appointment.

The heartbeat.

"I-I haven't heard the heartbeat yet," Rachel shakily looked at the image before looking at Finn, who was shocked now. It was one of the most peaceful sounds she had ever heard. She sniffled a bit before dragging her finger across her eye to wipe away any tears. She couldn't take her eyes off the image, but she heard Finn sniffle too.

"Wow..." was all she heard him say, "that's our baby."

Our baby. Thse words seemed to echo in her brain, but her thought were interruped by the noise of a door opening.

"We're home!" Kendra shouted with her obnoxious vouce. She quickly shut the lid of her computer so no one saw what happened. She saw the blonde sniff the air carefully, "What's that smell?"

"Soap. We got them to take a bath," Finn answered. It looked like she got all the wind knocked out of her, because she had to grab something to prevent her from falling over. Based on their first half hour with them, that was how they normally acted, "They are also sleeping right now."

"Together?" Terri was the one to ask a question this time.

"Yes, together," Rachel answered with a smile.

"Are you two related to Mary Poppins or something?" Kendra asked, looking suspitious. They both shook their head. The brunette then grabbed her purse and placed her laptop in there also.

"Well, goodbye," Finn said as he walked out the door with Rachel next to him. She felt a tug on her shoulder right before she exited; it was Terri.

"So...do we still have our little deal?"

"As of now," she answered, "I coult change my mind any time though." Rachel was really starting to consider both of the options she had with this baby. The question was, which one would she chose?


It had been a week since she babysat with Finn, and it was time for the yearbook photos. All of glee club was nervous about taking a photo, but Rachel got them a commercial spot for Mattress Land, which was pretty exciting. However it seemed like the New Directions' luck was about to change.

"Guys, I have some bad news," Mr. Schuester was standing in front of the entire class, looking ashamed, "I won't be able to come with you guys to Sectionals. You aren't out of the race, but I can't be there to see you perform."

"What happened, Mr. Schue?" that was a question everyone asked at the same time.

"There were these mattresses that came for you guys, and I had to sleep on one, which meant that we couldn't return any of them back to the store. There was something in the rules about it," he clearly didn't want to go into detail.

"We'll win for you, Mr. Schue," everyone agreed with Rachel's statement, but only a few people seemed to be eager about Sectionals now. Soon enough, everyone was in their own conversation. Rachel was reading some sheet music when she heard Mr. Schuestar call her name.

"What is it?"

"I'd like to see you in my office," she wondered what he wanted while she followed him into his office. She sat down in one of the chairs, watching him look at her with sad eyes, "Rachel, is it true my wife ask you for your baby?"

"I'd be lying if I said no..." she sighed. He had obviously found out about her plan with Terri. She was offically back to square one.

"I'm so sorry Rachel. I'm sorry my wife had to put you in a position like that. I wish that would have never happened," Rachel wished she would have realized it was a stupid idea in the first place. It would looked weird for a couple like them to have a brunette baby after all.

"It's alright, I guess," she said while getting up, "I'm at the starting line again, though. I don't know what I'm going to do." She walked out of his office with a cheerless expression on her face. At least she had seventeen more weeks to think about her decision.


I combined Hairography and Mattress into one chapter. I hope that's alright.

Coming up in chapter 12: Sectionals! Will the truth about Rachel's baby daddy come out or no?