Rachel
She was too shocked to cry. She didn't even know if she wanted to cry. Her eyes remained glued to the pregnancy test in her hand and nothing could tear her eyes away from it. Santana remained by her side, trying to comfort her the best she could, but it wasn't much. She needed Kurt to be the annoying voice of reason. When she considered getting a nose job, it was him that knew exactly what she needed. The Barbra-vention helped her to see how foolish she was being. She needed Finn here to hold her and support her.
Rachel sat up and nearly slammed her head into Santana's nose, "Finn!"
Santana stood up and stretched, "What about him Berry?"
She stood and began pacing the bathroom, "How am I going to tell him? I don't know how to get a hold of him! He usually calls me from the base phone and the last time I talked to him he said that he might not be able to call me before he leaves, that he would write me when he got to Iraq so that I would have a way to contact him! What am I going to do?" Rachel sat down on the toilet and hung her head in her hands to cry.
Santana opened the door and left. When she returned she had a phone to her ear, "Look you little fairy, I'm not good with all the crying crap! Berry's got a problem and she needs you, like now!" When Rachel looked up to face Santana she was reminded of the Cheerio who used to make fun of her and do everything in her power to make her cry. The only difference now, was the fact that Santana was no longer trying to hurt Rachel, she was trying to help her. She couldn't help herself; she rushed to her fiery friend and hugged her. "You might wanna hurry; I think she's losing it."
Kurt
It had freaked Kurt out when Santana hung up on him, but it only got worse when she called back and yelled at him to come to New York. He figured Rachel was upset over Finn going to Iraq, so here he was on the first flight to New York. It was hard enough on him when he found out that Finn was being shipped out; he couldn't imagine how Rachel was feeling right now.
When his flight landed, he caught a cab to the apartment that he, Finn, and Rachel were supposed to share together. Walking up the stairs to Rachel's apartment, he felt sad. He should be here, not Santana. He didn't have a problem with the fiery Latina, but it was his dream to be here. He raised his hand and knocked on their door, waiting rather impatiently for someone to answer.
"It's about damn time Kurt!" Santana grabbed him by his jacket and yanked him inside.
"Could you refrain from ruining my outfit? It took me forever to get it just right."
She rolled her eyes, "I don't care about your outfit Hummel! I just want you to go fix Rachel! I got her to stop crying, but I don't know how long that'll last."
He glanced around the apartment, "Where is she?"
Santana pointed to Rachel's room and walked off toward the kitchen. Taking a deep breath and plastering a smile on his face, Kurt entered and found Rachel curled up like a ball on her bed, "Hey there my little diva! Miss me?"
When she looked at him, his fake smile faded, "Oh Kurt!" She ran into his arms and started crying again.
"It's okay Rach. I'm here." He started rubbing her back.
Her breath was hot against his neck and he could feel her tears on his shoulder, "It's not okay! I need to talk to him!"
He knew exactly who she was talking about, "Finn said that he would try and call before he leaves. I'm scared for him too, but there's nothing we can do about it."
She loosened her grip and moved far enough away to look into his eyes without breaking the hug. She looked so vulnerable when she opened her mouth to speak, "I'm pregnant Kurt. I have to tell Finn before he runs off."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Are you sure?" She released him from the hug and walked into the bathroom leaving him looking perplexed. When she emerged she held a little white pregnancy test. Without a word she handed it to him. There was a plus sign peeking up at him from the object in his hand, "You know, these things aren't always right," he fought to control the panic in his voice, "there's a chance that you're not pregnant."
He looked into her eyes and saw that he had hurt her with his words. Before he could smooth things over she said, "I haven't had a period since I got here almost two months ago Kurt."
His eyes fell back down to the test in his hands and he smiled, "So, I'm going to be an uncle?"
The laugh that passed through Rachel's lips sounded relieved and hysterical at the same time. She didn't even reply to his questions, just wrapped her arms around her best friend and laughed. He didn't know why, but he began to laugh with her. Santana walked in with a corndog in her mouth, "What's so funny?" They both looked at the confused girl and continued to laugh. Santana slowly started backing out of the room, "Didn't know crazy was contagious."
Rachel
They sat on the couch watching 'Pretty in Pink' with a large bowl of popcorn between them and it felt so right. They only thing that was missing was Finn. Thinking of him made her drop a hand to her belly where their child was growing. She felt Kurt's arm wind around her shoulders and she smiled up at him, "You know, I've never been a big Molly Ringwald fan, but I can relate to her character in this movie."
Santana snorted, "How is that?"
Rachel rolled her eyes, "It's just that she was the outcast who fell in love with the rich popular guy. It never seemed real to her that he could like her back, but he did. I guess it just reminds me of Finn and I."
Santana made a gagging noise and stuck her finger in her mouth. Rachel laughed, but it was cut short by the look on Kurt's face, "What's wrong Kurt?"
"What are you gonna do about the baby Rachel?"
She looked at him confused for a minute before she started to get fearful of where this conversation was going to lead, "What do you mean?"
"You're supposed to start school at NYADA in a couple of weeks. How are you going to do that if you're pregnant? Also, Finn isn't here. Do you really wanna raise this baby on your own?"
"What are you suggesting Kurt?"
He took hands in his, "Well, you said before that you were going to defer your acceptance for a year so that we could all come to New York together. What about doing that now? I could move in with you guys and help out and next year we can apply to school together."
The relief that Rachel felt in that moment was extraordinary. She felt a little guilty about assuming Kurt would want her to get rid of her baby. She pulled him into a big hug and felt the familiar tears rolling down her cheeks, "I love you so much Kurt!" She pulled away and looked into his eyes, "I haven't had time to really think about anything today, but that sounds so wonderful to me."
Santana cleared her throat, "Look around chica, where are we supposed to put him?"
"He can stay in my room for now and we will look for a bigger place later. I don't care Santana! I just want him to stay!"
Kurt turned to Santana and began to pout, "What's wrong San? Don't want me around?"
Rachel watched as Santana rolled her eyes, obviously giving in, "Fine, but I have to deal with enough craziness from the hobbit, I don't need any more from you!"
"If you can deal with her for this long, then I'll be a breeze." Rachel playfully slapped his arm and they all relaxed on the couch to finish their movie and eventually fell asleep. A phone ringing woke Rachel up, but she didn't feel like answering it so it went straight to voicemail and she fell back to sleep.
Finn
The phone rang six times before finally going to voicemail. He didn't want to talk to a machine, but he wouldn't be able to call again before he left. He smiled when he heard her voice. It may have just been her voicemail message, but it was still her. There was a beep and he left a message:
I was hoping I could talk to you and not your machine, but I guess you're asleep…or out. They decided to send us out a couple of days early so I won't be able to talk for a little while. I promise I will write to you as soon as possible. It will be the best way for us to communicate. Anyways, I love you and I will hopefully hear from you soon…Oh and Rachel, I plan on keeping my promise.