A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own nor to I have anything to do with Glee. This story is purely based on bordem and my imagination.

"…do I really have a flat butt?" Rachel asked. She touched her bum softly, moving her hands along the fabric of her black and white striped dress. Rachel huffed softly, and looked up at Quinn with big eyes.

"No, Rachel." Quinn told her. "You do not have a flat butt." Quinn rolled her eyes, and made her way to Rachel's walk-in closet. "Holy sh—is that a rat?"

Rachel ran into her closet, and she saw Quinn backed up against the wall, pointing to the cage in the corner. "Yes," she breathed. "Finn wanted to keep him. But I told him over and over… the last thing I need is a pet. It's a rat for crying out loud, it's not even a little Chihuahua."

Quinn gave a grossed out expression, before walking back out of the cluttered space. She looked at all the shopping bags that the two had recently brought into the apartment. Shopping—even to Quinn—was supposed to make her happy, but she's not. "I can't believe they just kicked me out of my drama classes!"

"I'm sorry." Rachel empathetically whispered. "I've been there."

Rachel on the other hand, was kind of… happy. She and Quinn have more in common then ever. And to be honest, that's all she's ever wanted. Sure, Rachel feels horrible for the girl, because Quinn's gone through so much, and overcame so much… just to be kicked out. But now they have more to talk about!

And other than feeling horrible/happy, Rachel feels like it's a race. Or a competition. Rachel gets kicked out, Quinn gets kicked out. It seems as if Quinn is trying to get more sympathy.

After minutes of pure silence, Rachel finally speaks,

"So, when's the wedding?" Rachel's very nosey about Quinn's wedding. Since she and Finn didn't have the 'Royal Wedding of Lima, Ohio,' Rachel wants Quinn to have that wedding. Quinn deserves it…

"I want it to be in January or February," Quinn told her. "I want to be pregnant when I get married."

"Why?"

"So I won't have to pass the sin on to my children?" Quinn scoffed, in a 'duh' type tone.
"As long as it makes sense to you," Rachel finally says.

"And it does."

"That's so, so pretty!" Quinn gushed. She pointed to a sweetheart neckline, Cinderella type dress. "I want!" Kurt, who was sitting on Quinn's right side, let out an audible laugh.

"You're going to be the most beautiful bride, Quinn."

Rachel couldn't believe her ears. Kurt told her that she'd be the most beautiful bride. Damn was Rachel jealous. Ever since Kurt had gotten home, an hour after Rachel and Quinn's conversation about Q's wedding; the blonde was attached to the brunette haired boy's hip.

Rachel had to admit, at four months pregnant with twins, Quinn looked phenomenal. Rachel looked down at her own stomach, a tiny bump barely hanging out of her pant line. She didn't want to get fat, but Rachel's always wanted that baby bump. It's a symbol of love, patience, motherly love, and care.

After all, Rachel was five months pregnant. Rachel took the pregnancy as a competition. "Four more months 'til I give birth Quinn… four more months." She repeated, silently under her breath.

"Where are you going to be putting the nursery, Rachel?" Quinn asked. She looked around her friends' apartment, wincing at the lack of space. Rachel noticed and hissed.

"It's going to be in mine and Finn's room." Rachel answered.

"Oh," was Quinn's reply. "I found this wonderful apartment near Yale… and one near Puck's college. It's perfect, three and a half rooms, two baths."

"Why'd you find two apartments?" Rachel asked, in an irritated way.

"Puck and I haven't decided what to do yet; where we'll be living I mean."

Rachel nodded her head, but inside, she was disagreeing. The two were about to be married, and then have two children! And they have no clue what they'll do? It just seemed so, so wrong.

"As long as it makes sense to you," Rachel said.

"It does."

Oh, it's on Quinn. It is on.

A/N: Sorry for the short, lame chapter. I've been really tired lately… and I broke my wrist. Not fun, guys, not fun.

Did anyone else find the glee boys singing 'What Makes You Beautiful' sexy? I found it to be very hot. Like, I was shaking in my seat, and started crying it was that hot. I was like, "I would jump on that!" Oh it was pure beautifulness. :) :) :) :)

I probably won't be updating 'til Friday. My beautiful family from Italy (my mom's family lives in Italy) is here, and they're leaving Friday… and that's when I'll be able to update. I've been showing them around, and catching up with my cousin.

I REALLY NEED YOU GUYS TO READ MY STORY 'PREGGERS!' I need to know which one to right, 'because it's really getting on my OCD. I have three ideas. One of them is in the authors note. Go, go read and review please!

-Alexandria