Chapter 6: Who's the Daddy?

Finn sat in a stupor. He felt like an idiot. Though he still felt Brody deserved what he had done, he regretted doing it now. Rachel was pregnant. The baby could be Brody's as much as it could be his. Though he doubted it was Brody's. He was pretty sure it was his actually. The night of the wedding, he wasn't prepared like he should have been. What had happened that night, not that he wasn't thrilled, but it was unexpected.

He felt sorry now that he hadn't been the man Rachel needed. He should have been stronger. He shouldn't have gone in that hotel room with her. Less than a year ago, he had broken off their engagement, so she could go to New York and be the star she was meant to be instead of being stuck in Lima with him for another year. After all he had done to help her achieve her dreams; one night was going to ruin them all. Finn knew he often acted impulsively, but he didn't think he had ever been so stupid.

"Finn, please say something." Rachel pleaded. She reached across the table where they were both sitting to pat his hand. "I can't read your mind, what are you thinking?"

"Does Brody know?"

"No. I haven't seen him since I went to the doctor with Santana yesterday to confirm it."

Finn thought about that for a moment. Santana knew. He knew Santana knew. Then why did she have him confront Brody? Maybe he wasn't making the best decisions, but Brody wasn't a bad guy. As long as he fixed his act up, he should be able to stay in Rachel's life. She needed him, now more than ever.

Finn was really starting to admire Santana. She was actually being really cool and supporting Rachel through all this. He was glad she was around. Despite her flaws, Santana really cared about her friends and would do anything for them.

"Besides," Rachel went on. "I'm not sure I'm even going to tell him."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not keeping it." She bit her lip, saying that was almost as hard as telling him she was pregnant. "One more week and this will all be over. My appointment's on Tuesday."

"What?! That's our baby Rachel. –" Finn froze. Shoot. He hadn't meant to say "our".

"It-It's not yours." Rachel said sheepishly. She hadn't wanted to tell him that part yet.

Finn was shocked. How could it not be his? Brody was a freaking prostitute!

Santana had left the kitchen twenty minutes ago, right after she had finished her song with Rachel. But that didn't stop her from listening in her bedroom. Besides, with no real doors, you could hear everything that went on in the place anyway. Things had got pretty awkward when Brody was living there.

Of course Santana didn't feel the least bit bad about it either. She was doing this for Rachel's own good. And Finn's too. Finn had a good heart, but he didn't always think things through. She wanted to make sure he didn't say anything he would regret.

When she heard Rachel break the news to Finn that he wasn't the father, Santana couldn't believe it. But she didn't regret her actions. She was glad Brody was out of the picture now. It was something she'd do again in a heartbeat.

"How can you be sure?" Finn asked her.

"Because I'm seven weeks along. And the wedding was only four weeks ago."

"Oh." That's all Finn could say. The only word he could form. Well, he shouldn't be surprised. It's not like Rachel had cheated on him. He knew she was "shacked up" with Brody. Actually technically she had cheated on Brody with him.

Rachel spoke, pulling him from his thoughts. "I… I am sorry Finn."

"What do you have to be sorry for? It's not like we're in high school and you cheated on me with my best friend."

"No," I'm not Quinn, she thought; though she would never say it. "But… I wanted it to be you, Finn." She admitted, looking down at her hands.

That's how Quinn had felt too. Somehow it didn't make him feel any better. "I… I can't do this right now, Rachel." Finn said suddenly. He stood up quickly and practically ran out the door.