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Rachel entered school that day, knowing something was dreadfully wrong.

That morning, upon waking, she had found Puck sleeping beside her with tell-tale red, mottled, eyes that told her he had been crying. She wondered what could have happened in the few short hours she hadn't been conscious that could have led him to such an uncharacteristic show of emotions, she had planned on asking him about it, but he had left quickly, mumbling some excuse about football, before she had gotten the chance.

Now she sat in first period, anxiously tapping her pencil against the time ravaged textbook, worrying about anything she could have possible said in her foggy, drugged up state last night that could have potentially upset him. Then, in a startling moment of remembrance, Rachel recalled the words she had uttered the previous night, before effectively passing out in his lap.

I Love You

She sucked in a sharp gasp, loud enough to attract the attention of the students around her, and found that her body was lurching to a standing position without the acquiescence of her brain or any other sensible part of her body.

"Miss. Berry? Is there anything wrong?"

The teacher's gently phrased question seemed to be the straw on the camel's back, and Rachel found, to her great horror and embarrassment, that tears were stinging the back of her eyelids and threatening to pour out the corners at any moment.

"I-"

She blushed at the choke in her voice, betraying her weakness of emotion, then quickly replied,

"I don't feel to well, I think I need to go to the nurse's office."

If it was any student other than Rachel Berry, the teacher would have been skeptical at the least at such an abrupt and strange change of temperament. But Rachel was the only girl in her class, and possibly the whole school, that could be counted on to religiously earn A's and do any and all extra credit work that was offered. So without any further thought, the teacher allowed the request, because if anyone had earned an unquestioned break, it was Rachel.

Rachel murmured a quick 'thank you' and was out the door in a flash, trying her hardest not to hyperventilate as she stumbled down the hall, trying to get her bearings on the sickening realization she had just come across.

She had told Noah that she loved him.
She had fallen asleep on his lap.
He had cried.
He had left in a hurry without a real explanation.

These things had to be connected, and they were all started by the three words that had effectively laid bare her carefully guarded emotions.

Rachel entered the girls bathroom, expecting solitude, and was unpleasantly surprised to find that this was not the case. Standing over the sink, splashing her face and mouth with water, with unusually gaunt features, dark rings under her green eyes, and what looked like the remnants of tears running down her cheeks, was Quinn Fabray.

It appeared as if she had just been vomiting, and she washed her hands three times before she realized there was someone else in the room with her.

At the recognition of another presence, Quinn turned, ready to lash into whoever dared encroach on her supposedly private time of self pity. When she saw it was Rachel, and noticed Rachel's obvious state of disarray, she felt an uncharacteristic shock of guilt.

Then, when she thought of Finn, and the thoughtless actions he had taken with her parents that had brought her world crashing down, she couldn't help but feel some of the old familiar bitterness she felt toward Rachel bubble up. Rachel's next words didn't help anything either.

"Shouldn't you be in class? With Finn?"

Quinn's face hardened, not an umfamiliar sight on the pretty girl, and she answered in an unusually biting voice,

"No, Berry, shouldn't you be with Puck? Oh wait..."

She let her voice trail of suggestively, and watched the horror and pain flit across Rachel's features, knowing exactly what her implication would do to the ever so overdramatic girl.

"You- You know something about what happened his morning?"

It took Quinn a moment to realize what Rachel must be referring to, and when she did, it didn't help ease the unfamiliar feeling of guilt, and self doubt that sat like a rock in Quinn's now occupied tummy. Rachel must of seem Puck this morning, and he probably wasn't himself due to their conversation last night.

Quinn answered, this time more gently.

"If I were you Berry, I'd give up on Puck, he's got more shit than you know how to deal with."

And on that vague note, Quinn exited the bathroom, hurriedly trying to get back to class, and some semblance of normalcy, only just beginning to realize the effects that her and Puck's actions would take on the people around them.

Rachel remained in the bathroom until the end of first period. When the familiar crowd of girls flooded in, eager to primp and gossip before their next class, Rachel exited into the halls, still contemplating Quinn's troubling words.

Did Noah have some huge secret he wasn't telling her? Obviously he and Quinn were closer that Rachel had previously realized. They would have to be for Quinn to know the reason behind Noah's foul mood when he hadn't even bothered to tell Rachel what was going on.

She didn't even realize where her feet were carrying her until she arrived in front of Puck's locker. She hadn't had a chance to recognize it this morning, but something more than just some puffy eyes was off about her usually carefree Noah. The easy, confident, self assurance that was his badass trademark was conspicuously absent this morning, and his eyes were bloodshot, showing sure signs of stress far beyond just her dopey admission of love.

He released a heavy sigh upon seeing her, running his large hand over his face, and saying lowly

"Hey...I- I can't talk right now."

She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, he was off, striding quickly down the hall, anxious to get away from the questions he wasn't ready to answer. He wanted at least till glee club before it all came crumbling down.

Rachel figited uncomfortably in her seat, anxious for Mr. Schuester to call class to order so all the uncomfortable murmurs around her would cease.

Something was wrong. She could feel in in the air. All the tension, the whispers, all the covert glances and guilty looks when they were caught were starting to grate on her nerves.

Nor had it slipped Rachel's attention that neither Quinn, Finn, Or Puck were in class yet. Just as soon as she thought this, Finn entered the room. He looked like shit to put it nicely. His eyes and Noah's probably matched, at least in the sense that they both were red rimmed and obviously bloodshot. And Rachel remembered how Quinn had looked in the bathroom earlier that day, finally putting together that all of these incidents were connected.

Finn shot Rachel and indicernable look that was some sort of mixture between pity, anger, and grief. Rachel grew uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny, and turned back towards the door, just in time to see Quinn and Noah enter...side by side...neither of them looking particularly happy.

Noah's eyes went directly to hers, and she read in them all she needed to know. It was an apology, a deep, sincere, and heartbreaking apology. Rachel looked back towards Finn to see his posture go rigid, his jaw harden, and a suspicious shine enter his eyes. It was something like jealousy, but more akin to rage.

Noah didn't say a word to her, and she honestly didn't know if she wanted him to, before he sat down beside Quinn, his posture awkard and uncomfortable. It was if he would rather be anywhere else in the world beside the seat beside her, but some invisible force was causing him to remain by Quinn's side.

After the clenching in her stomach evolved into actual physical pain, Rachel turned away. It was obvious Mr. Schuester was going to be late, probaly in Miss Pillsbury's office asking for advice on glee club as yet another bad excuse to flirt.

Then, just when Rachel didn't think the tension could get any more awkard, there was a loud sound from the squeaking of Finn's chair as he stood up with force, saying

"Are we really all gonna sit here like we don't all know something's wrong!"

His voice was loud, and Rachel flinched at the uncharachteristically harsh tone comming from the usually gentle giant's mouth. He continued though, as if somehow getting everything out in the open would be the release he so desperately needed.

"Most of you are sitting in here acting like you have no idea what's going on when I know you all have the same fucking texts on your phone telling you all about our little soap opera drama right here in Mckinley High."

Then, Finn was interrupted by Puck, and Rachel's head snapped in the direction of the familiar, much loved voice, of the boy that she had told she loved him.

"Finn."

His voice was dangerous...a warning in itself.

"I know you're really pissed, and you have every right to be-"

Finn cut him off with a harsh snort that might have been a laugh at one point.

"Are you kidding me! Of course I have every right to be. You're both fucking liars and I-"

Noah interrupted, nearing Finn with a murderous expression on his face, eyes flitting back and forth between Rachel and his ex-best friend.

"This isn't the way she needs to hear it Finn."

Finn followed Puck's line of sight, and when his eyes landed on a very confused and wide eyed Rachel, an actuall laugh, albiet sharp and hard, left his lips, before he said,

"Wait! Are you serious!"

Another laugh, they were beginning to sound less like laughs and more like sharp barks, but not even Puck could stop him now.

"You haven't even told her yet? I thought you guys were fucking, and if that wasn't bad enough, you didn't even tell you knocked-"

His voice was cut off by Puck's hard arm slamming into his windpipe and pressing him up against the wall. Now that Rachel's mind had processed the words, she realized that the annoying screeching she had been hearing in the back of her mind was Quinn's high pitched cried, and Miss Pillsbury's screams.

She watched in horror as Mr. Schuester tried to physically remove Noah from Finn, probably worried for the taller boy's life, and was aided in his attempt by Mike Chang, who just looked excited to be in on the action for once.

Finn fell to the floor, gasping with relief. But it was obvious the neither Mike or Mr. Schuester had anything to do with Noah's release of Finn, but that it had been his choice.

"What!"

Mr. Schu's voice was loud and commanding,

"Is going on here?"

There were a few indiscriminate murmurs, and both Noah and Finn had their eyes locked on a very flustered looking Quinn.

She raise her eyes and said in a small voice.

"I'm pregnant."

Rachel's eyes flew open, she hadn't seen that one comming. Mr. Schuester didn't look that suprised however, and none of the students seemed to be taken aback. Once again, Rachel seemed to be the only one left out of the loop. Poor Quinn.

Her next sentance however produced the reaction she was waiting for from the classroom. And she felt her knee's buckle underneath her body.

"Puck's the father."

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