Chapter 9: The Truth Comes Out

"If you knew Rachel was pregnant, why did you have me confront Brody?" Finn asked Santana the next morning as they ate breakfast. Rachel was in the shower, so he figured this was his only chance to interrogate Santana.

"I didn't know he was the father. I figured it was you, since he was a hooker but I guess I was wrong."

He still didn't understand. "But there was still that possibility. Why did you have me do it?"

Santana sighed; she was still having second thoughts about her actions too. Not that she would ever let Finn know that. "Because I know Berry. It wasn't going to last with him, and she needed him out of her life. He didn't deserve her anymore."

"That's not up to you to decide." He chastened.

"Maybe not, but don't tell me you're not happy with how things turned out." She commented.

Happy? She thought he was happy? Was he happy Rachel's big dreams had been crushed? Was he happy he had let her go, practically handing her off to another guy? Was he happy he may never have a chance with her again? No, that's not the word he would use.

But if Brody really was out of the picture, was he happy about that at least? He wasn't sure anymore. A week ago he would have loved for it to happen. But with Rachel being pregnant, he wasn't so sure he had made the best choice.

"I wouldn't call it happy," he told her.

"Either way, it's better this way. I knew Hobbit wasn't going to keep him around much longer. She never felt the way about him that she feels about you."

Finn cracked a smile, but then frowned. Why does it matter how she feels about me? She's still pregnant with another man's child.

"I'm telling her today." Santana blurted out, interrupting his thoughts.

"You can't." He protested.

Rachel walked in then, "Tell me what?" She asked looking from Santana to Finn. Neither face gave away anything.

"Santana, don't." Finn warned.

"She deserves to know." She argued.

"He deserves the chance to tell her himself." He insisted.

"Tell me what? Finn, what's going on?" Rachel insisted, looking at Finn.

"You need to talk to Brody," was all he said.

"He won't get home until late," She reminded him.

"Call him." Santana all but demands, handing Rachel her phone.

Rachel was confused, but she followed Santana's demand, and called Brody.

No answer. Okay, that's weird; he usually doesn't ignore my calls. But, she reasoned, maybe he's busy carrying boxes or a couch or something and it was just a bad time.

"Try again," Santana insisted.

She did. "He didn't answer."

"Yeah, I didn't think he would." Finn admitted, sheepishly. "That's my doing. I told him to disappear."

"When did you see him?" She exclaimed, turning on him.

Finn didn't answer. Rachel wasn't supposed to find out about their fight.

Santana had had enough. "Ok, I'm done with this. He's never going to tell her himself." Then, turning to Rachel she said, "It's over Rachel."

"What do you mean, it's over? What aren't you guys telling me?" Rachel questioned.

"I was right. Well I was wrong, but I was right. Innocent little Brody isn't so innocent after all." Santana began.

"Santana –"Finn tried, but Santana ignored him.

"He was selling something. But he wasn't selling drugs. No, he was selling himself."

Rachel felt like she was going to be sick. Well, that might be more the pregnancy than anything else. She ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time. She felt a hand gently gather her hair and hold it back. She was surprised Finn had followed her.

"You don't need to see this," she told him.

"I'm not going anywhere Rachel." He responded, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. "I told you. I'm here for you."

Once the nausea was over, Rachel got up and started brushing her teeth.

"Is it true?" She asked him once she was done.

He remained silent.

"Just tell me Finn." She demanded.

He nodded.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, Santana tricked him into telling her. I was there too."

Rachel started crying. Finn put his arms around her and held her.

"I'm so sorry Rach." He began.

"For what?" What did he even do? She thought. This is my fault not his.

"Everything. For the train, for running away, for not giving New York a chance. For not calling you. For not telling you where I was. I screwed up, I know that. If I had just made one not dumb decision, things would be much different. We wouldn't be here, definitely. Not like this at least."

Rachel hugged him tighter, they had both done things they regretted.

"What am I going to do?" She asked him.

"I honestly don't know." He told her. A second later he added, "Do you want to forgive him?"

Rachel thought a long time before answering. "No." She finally said.

"Even though –?"

"Yeah. I mean it was great while it lasted, but I just don't feel like it's worth fighting for. Besides, he's probably not the best role model," she says, touching her stomach.

Finn nodded in agreement. "Wait, does that mean you're keeping it?"

"Yeah. Well I'm not going to abort it. Santana's right, I could never do that. It would be going against all I believe in." Rachel told him.

"I'm glad."

"You are?"

"Yeah. I mean it'll suck for you. Certainly puts your dreams on hold for a bit."

"Maybe forever."

"No, you're destined. You'll get there someday." He said, smiling. "Finish out the semester. I think you can do that much. If it's too hard, you can always come home."

She was touched. Home, she thought, that's a comforting idea.

"Take a year off." He suggested. "Do they let you? Either way, we'll get you back."

"Thanks Finn."

"I will do right by you Rachel."

"I know you will."