AN: Wow, 14 reviews for one chapter? That's my biggest responce to date! Thanks everyone! Now we get into Rachel's side of things, with special apperances by Santana, Noah and Finn! Yay!
If I owned Glee, Finn would be dating Kurt; Matt, Mike, Brittany and Artie would have more screen time; Kurt and Quinn would get more solos and Rachel would learn to SHUT. UP!
Rachel Berry passed the group of misfits that made up New Directions. She sighed inwardly. Yesterday, she thought-no, she knew- she was better then them. Now? That sickeningly perfect Quinn Fabray looked even more pure and innocent then usual. Oh sure, she was still a loser who got slushies tossed into her face everyday, but at least Quinn Fabray hadn't slept with her boyfriend's best friend. Not that she could get a boyfriend in the first place, but still.
Speak of the devil, here he comes now, Rachel mused bitterly. He was santuring up the the trio of cheerleaders, smiling that smirk that had gotten him into the pants and up the skirts of most women in the city. ...Maybe even the whole county.
"Morning ladies." he greeted cheerfully. "San. Rach." Rachel couldn't help but notice how his eyes scanned up and down her body before returning to her eyes with a mischevious shine in his big brown orbs. She also couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach, not matter how against them she was. "And a good morning to you, Britt." he turned his attention to the blond.
Brittany smirked as she flung her arms around his neck, uttered a simple, "Hey Finn," before attacking his mouth with her own. Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The fact that Brittany was dissatisfied with dating Mike Chang-one of the more popular, albeit shyer members of the football team- was one thing. Her on-again-off-again, friends with benefits thing with Finn Hudson? Something else entirely.
But, she decided to be polite instead. Unsure of whether or not the couple could hear her, she said, "You two look busy. I'm just gonna...uh, go to my locker." She was still in earshot when Santana said, "Yeah. And I, uh...gotta go...to...Rachel's locker with her." A pair of feet pounded against the linoleum until the Latina's warm hand slid into Rachel's.
The pair said nothing more on the walk to Rachel's locker and it wasn't until the Jewish girl was already done packing her textbooks into her bag did she ask the other girl what she was doing.
Santana looked subtly around the corridor before pushing a small box into Rachel's hands.
"A pregnancy test?" she hissed quietly. "What the hell would I need this for?"
"You had that "I-Slept-With-Finn" look earlier, before Finn was making out with Britt. Trust me, I know. After we had sex in the janitor's closet for the first time, I went to the bathroom and saw how I looked and that's exactly how you looked." Santana explained.
Trying to shove the image out of her memory banks, Rachel asked, "But, San, it was my...I mean, the chances are... It's just..." she babbled.
The Latina pressed the box into Rachel's hands harder. "Please Ray-Ray. For me." No one could say no to the Santana Lopez Puppy Eyes. So Rachel agreed to take the test. Sanatana smiled, skipping off to look for Brittany or Artie Abrams (why San had taken an interest in the gay nerd, Rach would never know.) now that her mission was complete. The brunette cheerleader, on the other hand, strode into the girl's room, awaiting the arrival of the little minus symbol.
It was positive.
Rachel slid down to the floor of the bathroom stall in shock. Oh my God... No, no, this just can't be happening! I mean, I'm sixteen! I can't be a mom! First things first, for sure I am not getting an abortion. No way am I violating two of God's Ten Commandments in one day. Ugh, oh God, what am I supposed to do? Coach Schuester's gonna kill me when he finds out. And Mom and Daddy. How do I tell them? How do I tell Noah? ...How do I tell Finn? I mean, he is the father, he has a right to know. What am I gonna do, should I look into adoption? Should I keep it? Rachel's inner monologue lasted two periods.
When she could finally drag herself out of the stall, it was only to the lockers a few feet outside. That's where her boyfriend found her. Noah Puckerman. Good, dependable, adorable, simple, naive Noah. He has to know...
He wiped the tears off of Rachel's face and asked what was wrong.
"I'm pregnant." she managed to say.
Noah looked shocked. "Muh...mine?" he asked.
"Of course it's yours. Who else's would it be?" she asked, as indigently as a crying girl could.
"But..Ra-Rach, we never...w-we didn't." Uh oh, confusion was eching wrinkles onto Noah's tanned face. Time to improvise.
"Last month? Hot tub? Any of that ring a bell?" she asked.
It appeared to, as his eyes shone with recognition. But then the confusion was back. "But, we had our swi-swimsuits on..." he countered feebly, more to himself then her.
"Ask Jeeves said something about hot tubs being the perfect temperature for sperm to swim or something." she sobbed harder. "I'm so sorry Noah!" Rachel clung to his shirt and he wrapped comforting arms around her, soothing her while completely freaked out.
"Dude, what's your damage?" Finn asked, as the best friends were leaving Math. Noah was walking around like a zombie. And Finn would know- he played enough zombie games to recognize the symptoms.
Noah sighed for, like, the billionth time.
"Haha, I knew it, you're in love with that Artie kid! I heard how you got him a chance to try out for the team. Trying to help out your fairy boyfriend, or-"
"Rachel's pregnant." Noah muttered before walking away, leaving a shocked Finn alone in the hallway.
Berry, Berry, Berry, where the fuck is she? Finn asked himself over and over as he scoured the sea of teenagers in the crowded hallway. Finally spotted the familiar mane of wavy brown hair, he walked up to her, cutting off the path she was on. "Sup, Momma." he remarked, scowling.
"Go away." was what he got in returned. Well, and a nice view of Rachel's ass as she walked away. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he ran after her.
"So, it's pretty weird if Noah's the dad, because unless you guys screwed each other in the last twelve hours, I'm pretty sure I'm the only guy you slept with."
"How can you be so sure?" Rachel taunted.
"I saw the blood, Rach. Unlike your boyfriend, I'm not an airhead." Finn growled.
"Do not insult Noah." Rachel stated firmly.
"Hey, just speaking the truth here. You know Noah's my boy."
"So you make a habit out of sleeping with your boy's girlfriends. Very nice." Rachel turned sarcastic again, but Finn wasn't gonna put up with it.
He grabbed her by the arm as gently as he could to still get her attention. "I'd take care of it. You know I never knew my dad, and any kid of mine is not gonna grow up the same way." he assured her.
Rachel smiled bitterly. "What does it matter what you want? This is my baby. And Noah's, because he actually means something to me. I slept with you because Coach Schuester kept calling me fat and you kept giving me wine coolers. There's nothing between us, Finn, and there never will be. Once a Lima Loser, always a Lima Loser." Rachel told him, before marching off.
Finn stared after her shocked. Was Rachel Berry actually impervious to his badassness? He shook his head. C'mon moron, think. You need to find a way to get Rachel to let you help with the baby. Noah gets everything-best spots in football and Glee, all the girls, all the friends. But he is NOT getting Rachel back now that I've had her. She's gonna be mine.
He saw the metioned couple talking at Noah locker. Noah had something in his hand- a blanket? He was giving it to Rachel, who beamed and hugged him.
Seriously? They were doing the whole Growing-Up-And-Accepting-Parenthood in front of him? Oh, that's it, time to interveen.
"Hey guys." Finn called, as the couple broke away. Step one, complete. "So, you know, I've been feeling really crappy in the mornings lately." he went on.
Rachel's glare was ice. "Must be a virus." she responded with a Take-The-Hint tone.
He nodded. If she can act like last night meant nothing, then I can act like a total jackass. "Hey, Rach, you look kinda puffy today. You putting on some weight or something?" he asked. Rachel's glare intensified. He willed his eyes to answer, Two can play the 'Clueless' game. He gave her a fake smile of sympathy, for Noah's sake. "Better be careful. They're not gonna be able to hoist you to the top of the pyramid if you keep this up."
"Hey." Noah interjected, sheltering Rachel behind his back. "Don't talk to my girlfriend that way, man."
Finn didn't even pretend to be scared. He knew he could take Noah in a fight any day. It was Rachel's eyes-the big, brown, doe eyes filled with grief and saddness- that had gotten him to back off. He held his hands up in surrender, more to Rachel then Noah. What he did direct at his friend, was simply, "You're right. I was outta line. I'm sorry." and he walked away, with the couple's eyes tracking his movements: Noah, to figure out what had gotten in to his buddy. Rachel, to wonder if she made the right choice.
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