This story is very loosely based on the books 'Ps, I love you' and 'Postscript' by Cecilia Ahern. I hope you enjoy it! This is my first FanFiction so hopefully I'm doing it right!

As Rachel stared down at the thin stick in her hand, she was unsure of the outcome she wanted.

What would her dads say? Or more importantly, what would Finn say?

She was broken from her thoughts as her alarm began ringing.

It's now or never she thought as she peered back down at the stick. 2 lines. Positive.

She didn't smile. She didn't cry. She felt empty. Like a moment ago, she was a blackboard, with thoughts and worries written all over it, and then suddenly someone wiped it all off. Now she was just a blank blackboard.

She carefully wrapped the stick in toilet paper and placed it in the bin, before 'accidentally' spilling some juice and wiping it up with paper towels, which she carefully arranged on top of the stick.

She then threw up, and went to bed.

"estúpida! despierta. ¿qué te pasa?"

Rachel awoke to the dramatic screams of Santana by her bedside. It took her sleepy brain a minute to realise she wasn't speaking English.

"Santana, English please." Rachel said with a yawn.

"You're so careless and stupid Rachel! What's the matter with you? Finn is going to be so hurt. Knocked up by another guy. It's the Quinn thing all over again! I could kill you right now your careless bitch!"

Rachel calmly reached out and touched Santana's arm, before the angry Latina shrugged it off her and paced around the room mumbling to herself in Spanish.

"Santana, what's the matter with you?"

Santana glared back at the girl before firmly smacking her across the face.

Rachel stumbled back and fell onto the bed before racing to the bathroom to throw up, as Santana stared down at her red palm in shock over what she had just done.

Rachel, with her head still in the toilet, groggily called Santana into the bathroom.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding, Sanny."

Sanny. Rachel hadn't called her that in a long time. Santana began to feel tears filling her eyes, and furiously blinked them back.

"I'm guessing you found the test." She whispered, leaning against the wall after flushing the toilet.

"How could you do that to Finn?" Santana asked, looking the brunette in the eye.

Rachel frowned. "It's his." She said, confused as to what Santana thought was going on.

Santana let out a brief sigh of relief.

"But the postman..." Santana began as Rachel let out a small laugh.

"That was when we were 16! Are you being serious?"

Santana shrugged. "Finn's a pretty messed up guy."

"So why are you so upset?" Santana asked. Rachel hasn't shown an ounce of excitement since they cleared up the misunderstanding.

"We're 24. How are we going to raise a kid? My dads sent me flowers two days ago and I've already managed to kill them."

"Britt, Kurt, Blaine and I are here to help you guys. You're not on your own. This kid is going to be loved so much."

Santana gently placed her hand on Rachel's flat stomach, knowing that she already loved this baby with all her heart.

"Why are you here?" Rachel asked, wondering how Santana even got into the apartment.

"I still have my key. I was collecting the last of my boxes and saw you forgot to take out the trash."

Rachel rested her head on her best friends shoulder as she began worrying about how the evening would go once the news was broken to Finn.

Finn returned home just after 5pm. The smell of Rachel's perfume lingered in the air as he dropped his backpack on the couch.

"Rach, I'm home." He called into the quiet apartment.

Rachel emerged from the bathroom clutching something in her hand. Her big brown eyes were full of fear.

"What's wrong?" He asked, pulling Rachel down beside him on the couch. She handed him a white stick. It took him a minute to realise what it was.

"Say something." Rachel whispered.

"I love you." He said, turning to her with a smile.

"I love you, and this doesn't change that. I will love our baby too." He said, indicating to the pregnancy test.

Rachel smiled as she planted a kiss on Finn's cheek while he pulled her onto his lap. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she thought.