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Rachel was around with stuff in her locker when she was approached by Finn, "Hey. Didn't Mr. Schuester say we're doing Don't Stop Believin' at Sectionals?"
"Yep; Proud Mary and we have yet to pick out a ballad," she nodded before walking off in the other direction. Finn muttered "cool" before walking away in the opposite direction. Santana was leaning against her locker, watching the two people walk away without any emotion in her eyes. She instantly dialed up Mercedes number, hoping she'd answer.
"Did you tell anyone else what I told you? If so, I'll go all Lima Heights on you," the latina said while walking down the hall. What she didn't know what Mercedes put her on a conference call with Tina, Kurt, Artie, and Brittany.
"Well, I told everyone else except for Puck, Quinn, Finn and Rachel..." Mercedes answered.
"Ugh. Look, just remember, you can't tell Quinn."
"She's right," Kurt spoke this time, "If you say anything to Quinn, she will tell Puck. Since she's Coach Sylvester's mole, she'd do anything to get some sort of scoop."
At that moment, Quinn walked by him, who looked at him suspiciously, "What scoop?"
"Nothing," he said instantly hanging up on the conference call.
"C'mon, don't you want to tell your good ol' friend Quinn what's going on? I can guarantee you that you won't get picked on anymore if you tell me," her sinister smile began to creep it's way onto her face while she spoke.
"No matter what you're offer is Quinn, I won't tell you," Kurt walked away without a word. Like he said, he didn't even care what kind of offer she gave him. She couldn't know the truth about Rachel's baby.
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Quinn was still slightly jealous of Rachel for dating Puck. What made things worse was that she was carrying his baby. Or maybe it wasn't even his baby...The blonde noticed that her enemy had started to talk to Finn more frequently than usual. And she remembered the night of Santana's end of the summer party, she saw Finn and Rachel standing together...with Puck no where to be seen. They could have just been talking, after all. But also, Quinn remembered what Puck and Rachel fight the day before at the mall. She didn't need someone to "accidentally" reveal the truth, because she had already figured it out.
Finn was the father of Rachel's baby, and not Puck.
Oh...she just loved to torture Rachel.
Once Mercedes finished singing "And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going", everyone clapped and agreed that she should sing that song at Sectionals. The bell rung right after, which lead Quinn to follow Puck towards his locker. Th club would meet up again after school, so everything would fall into place.
"I have a really good feeling about Sectionals, ya know? And plus, Rachel's at fourteen weeks so we'll get to find out if she's having a boy or a girl soon," it killed her to see him so happy like this.
"That's nice..." she couldn't hold it in any longer, no matter how much she wanted to see him happy, "If I told you something, would you be mad?"
"Depends on what you're gonna say. If you're about to tell me I have to go to juvie I'm leaving," she looked into his face with sadness, afraid to say her next words.
"You're not the father of Rachel's baby," Quinn felt sick as she watched all the color drain from his face.
"Well who's the Lima Loser that did knock her up?" Puck practically shouted at her while crashing his fist into a locker.
"Finn."
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Rachel watched in terror as she watched Noah beat his fist into Finn's face repeatedly. She was about to break up the fight when Mr. Schuester came to the rescue.
"Hey guys! Guys! Stop!" the teacher pulled Noah off of Finn, who now had a bloody lip.
"Tell the truth you piece of garbage," her boyfriend hissed, staring right at Finn, "Quinn told me the truth."
"I didn't say anything..." the blonde denied his words, looking at the floor. Rachel saw the look on Quinn's face. She did say something, but she was too scared to admit it.
"Yeah, you did," Puck said, "Rachel, is it true?" This brought her back to the night where her dads kicked her out. She tried to not cry, but she let the tears stream down her face without caring what others thought.
"Yes..." the brunette whispered, "Finn is the father. Not you."
Rachel watched Noah fill up with anger before looking at Mr. Schuester, "I'll be here for Sectionals tomorrow. I need some time to cool down." She was surprised that he didn't go on a punching spree and throw things around while he left. Once he left, she just placed her hands over her eyes and cried like a baby.
Mr. Schuester told her to go sit in the hallway to cool off, which she did. While she was out there, she started to do something that she hadn't done before, which was rubbing his belly. She usually didn't do that because she was afraid of getting attached, but she found it very soothing. Maybe the baby even felt her do it; she was behind on her reading.
"Can I sit?" Rachel looked up to see Finn with an ice pack on his lip. She nodded without even looking at him, "I'm sorry I screwed up your life."
She sighed. He wasn't the one to blame, "We both did this. This doesn't necessarily mean our lives are over either. You said you'd support me, right?"
"Of course."
"Then we should probably get together. Not now though," Rachel thought of someone else that needed to be told; his mom, "Have you told your mom yet?"
"No. Mainly because I didn't really know what was going on. Do you want to come over sometime for dinner and we can tell her?" Finn asked.
"She'll probably suspect something once she sees I'm pregnant," this time she gazed at her stomach, still gliding her fingers over it gently.
"Does next weekend sound good?" he didn't seem to care whether or not his mom figured something was up. She seemed like the final person that needed to be told.
"Yes," she whispered before shedding a couple tears, "I just don't know what I'm going to do."
She felt his strong arms give her a comforting hug and a small kiss on her forehead, "I told you we'll get though this. If you want to put it up for adoption, fine. If you want to keep it, fine. I'll support you no matter what the consequences are."
Sectionals had been rescheduled to a Saturday, which turned out to be horrible for glee club. Both of the glee clubs that were competing with them stole their set list and split it up evenly. The group was able to come up with a new set list though, with Rachel singing a song she had been trying to perfect for years.
"Are you guys sure you want me to sing?" she asked cautiously. The dresses the girls wore for Sectionals didn't hide her baby bump, but it just looked like she had a huge lunch.
"You're a great singer Rach," Mercedes answered, "If we can't win because of you, there's something wrong."
"Alright," she decided, "Let's win this thing!"
And now, I'm proud to announce our last group to perform this evening: The New Directions!
The soundtrack for the song Rachel was going to sing started up. This was her time to shine.
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
A cinder on the shiny apple of his eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me, love, cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM
Hey, Mr. Arnstien
Here I am!
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!
Everyone applauded to her rendition of Don't Rain on My Parade. The group then sang You Can't Always Get What You Want, which ended the competition. The were then announced the winners, which meant that glee club wasn't over yet. Things were finally starting to turn around.
Don't Rain on My Parade - from Funny Girl
The next few chapters for this fanfic won't be based around any episodes, because I learned that the second half of the first season of glee started up again in April.
Coming up in chapter 13: Finn invites Rachel over to his house. How will Carole react to his news?