A/N: So, I'm kind of upset. I always read the comments, and I do like constructive criticism, but the way some reviewers do it is very frustrating to me. I work very hard on this story, and I really do have a plan for it. I will take suggestions, but saying 'get this part over with' or that this plotline is stupid honestly hurts my feelings and makes me want to stop uploading. Rachel and Quinn (Puck too) are stressed, tired, and scared for how their life is going. A lot is happening, and I write them the way I do because I feel that they would be kind of bitchy in their situations. Both girls are also canonically gossipy. Thank you all for reading, reviewing, following, or favoriting.

"The backseat, right?"

"That's what he said." Rachel stood outside of the truck, with Beth snuggled close to her. It was getting late, and the sky was nearly dark, which meant that it was also getting cold.

Quinn squirmed between the seats, before emerging victoriously with a floppy backpack in hand. "Got it!"

"Take it out, we have to see the name and get it to whoever it belongs to before it gets late." Rachel shifted Beth and crowded behind Quinn.

She took out the bent up box and read the black sharpie aloud. "Mike."

"Mike?"

"That's what it says."

Rachel pondered for a minute. "So Noah didn't get anybody else pregnant. Mike did!"

"That's still not a good thing, Berry." Quinn clambered out of the truck and dusted herself off. "I think that I have cheetos on me that were made before Beth was."

"I'm just relieved, that's all." Rachel exhaled, feeling a weight leave her shoulders. "I was so worried."

Quinn smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. "I know you were. Come on, we have to go. Mike will need this."

Rachel nodded and tucked the test into her purse, just in time.

"Q! Barbara! What do you think you're doing here?" Sue stepped around the corner, Puck trailing miserably behind her.

"We were just here to…umm…" Rachel trailed off. She didn't have a good excuse.

Quinn saved her. "We're just here to pick up Beth's favorite pacifier. Puck accidentally packed it into his backpack this morning, and we haven't been able to get her to sleep."

Sue looked doubtful. "What are you waiting for then? Get out of here!"

The girls scurried away, casting a mournful look at Puck before climbing into Quinn's car and driving towards Mike's house.

"His house is only a few minutes away; it shouldn't take us that long to get there." Rachel looked up from her phone after finding the address.

"I feel kind of guilty." Quinn confessed, frowning.

"Why?"

"I made you think that Puckerman got somebody else knocked up, stressing you out. That wasn't fair, so I'm sorry."

Rachel was confused. "What were you supposed to do? You told me the truth, or at least what you thought was the truth; I'm not mad about it."

Quinn shrugged, and they drove until they reached a cute, white-picket fenced house.

Rachel decided to text Mike and tell him that they had arrived with Puck's stuff rather than knocking on the door.

Within a couple of minutes, the door had cracked open and Mike slid out, his bag in hand. He stepped inside the backseat of the car and smiled at the girls gratefully.

Rachel noticed him looking at Beth warily.

"Hi Mike."

"Hey. Thanks for doing this. Tina's freaked, and neither of us could go get the test. Small town, and my mom's a pharmacist." Mike explained to them, and took the test. "I told my parents I had to come out here to give you guys some notes for class, and that's why I have my bag."

"Yeah, sure. I wish you and Tina luck." Quinn crossed her fingers, and Mike stepped out of the car.

"Thanks again!"

They waved as Mike went back inside, then Quinn started the car and drove back home.

It was dark by the time they got there, so Quinn took Beth upstairs to play for a bit while Rachel prepared a bottle.

Her phone chimed, and she looked down to read a text message from Mike.

-IT'S NEGATIVE! –dancemaster

She laughed; her phone chimed again.

-Not that it would have been a bad thing. Nothing against teen moms and dads. No offense Rach -dancemaster

Rachel laughed again, then set down the bottle to text him back and set him at ease.

-It's fine, Mike. I'm happy for you. –broadwayberry

"Quinn!" Rachel closed the bottle and hurried up the stairs, a grin on her face. Quinn looked at her and raised her eyebrows.

"What? Did something exciting happen with the bottle?"

She rolled her eyes and pulled on her pajamas. "You make me not want to tell you things. No, I just got a text from Mike. It was negative; Tina's not pregnant!"

Quinn squealed, then jumped up happily, leaving Beth where she was on her belly.

"Awesome!" They hugged each other, and Rachel picked up Beth, holding her hand up for a small high five.

"That's such a relief. I bet she's thrilled."

"So you got them the test?" Both girls jumped at Puck's voice in the doorway; neither had noticed him coming up the stairs.

Rachel nodded, then walked over to him and kissed him, then handed him Beth.

"Oh, Quinn, I just remembered. Would you mind keeping Beth tomorrow? Noah and I have a date."

Puck winked at her saucily; she rolled her eyes, but smiled.

"Sure, of course."

"Thank you. I'm going to put Beth to bed, I'll be right back."

Rachel moved across the hallway with Beth, setting her down in her crib and handing her a binky before taking out a book and starting to read aloud.

Once Beth was asleep, Rachel set down the book- Red Riding Hood- and walked back into the bedroom. Puck and Quinn were sitting next to each other, his arm casually draped across her shoulders, watching YouTube on his phone.

Rachel giggled. "Should I be worried, Quinn?"

The blond looked disgusted. "You're an idiot."

"Now I'm offended, Fabray." He huffed. "You're not even my type."

"What is your type, Noah?"

He moved his arm from around Quinn and stood up, enveloping Rachel with his arms and pulling her close.

"You're my type, my hot little Jewish American princess." He then leaned down to kiss her neck.

"Eww! You guys make me want to hurl." Quinn stood up and climbed up to her bed. "Puckerman, you will be sleeping in your bed, across the room from where Rachel will be sleeping, in her bed."

Puck and Rachel laughed and separated, both climbing into their respective beds.

Rachel settled on the bottom bunk, one hand under her head and facing the wall. Just five days ago, she had been living with her dads, without a daughter and unaware of the baby growing inside her.

To her surprise, Rachel didn't feel sad. She missed them, but she wouldn't trade this. She wouldn't trade Beth, or Quinn, or Puck for her dads. They had given her up; what was the point of missing them?

She loved her family. New and old. So Rachel decided something; she would do anything she had to so that her new family was safe and happy. Anything.