A.N.: Sorry for not updating sooner, but it's the holidays you know?

And I forgot to add the disclaimer: I don't own Glee...duh. :D

Chapter 2

"Rachel Berry?" Quinn's head shot up and looked each girl in the face, before settling on the one with the nose that was slightly larger than normal. She always loved Berry's nose, even though Berry herself loved her nose, Quinn has always found it be the one imperfection on the girl.

"Quinn." Rachel was a actress, and she was not about the let Quinn hear the tremble in her voice.

"Wow Berry, never thought I'd see you again. Especially like this." Quinn half smirked as she said that. Rachel's stone-set face faltered for a moment. Ms. Portel looked between them.

"Is this going to be a problem?" She asked, but with a tone of indifference.

"No...no its okay" Quinn said again, smirk as she sat down with the papers. The girls followed her example and sat down. She pretended to look at the others, before looking at Rachel's. She had a higher IQ then Quinn did! She was very talented, and her health record was fantastic. No unwanted dieses or anything. Quinn looked over the resume to steal a glance at her. She, even though it was tough for Quinn to admit, had a nice body. She probably killed herself in a gym to get it. Her skin was a beautiful color, and her hair was nice also. Her nose though. Quinn sighed; well maybe the baby's nose would be Finn's?

With that thought she stopped. She is actually considering letting 'Manhands' be the woman to have sex with Finn. Well, it's not like he will know who it is. Plus, in high school he never once glanced at Berry, except for a few moments after she got slushied. Also, Quinn could imagine that this is a very tough choice for Berry to be making. Almost like whoring herself out, in a way. Quinn looked at this in a way that, she would always be better then Rachel. Her life always better! She had loved torturing her in high school, why not for a little longer? Quinn chuckled to herself.

She stood, the other woman following suit. "I've made my decision."

"Fantastic. Which one will it be?" was a great judge when it came to this sort of thing. This woman would most certainly pick the tall blonde. She looked more like Mrs. Hudson then the others. So she was surprised by the words that came out of Quinn's mouth.

"Rachel. Rachel Berry" Rachel almost let her jaw drop open in astonishment. Ms. Portel didn't let her surprise last long. She nodded her head and started to usher the other two women out.

"Rachel, you know what to do. Stay here and discuss the times and days, and get the paper work signed. When you're done, come back to the agency." With that, she didn't wait for Quinn to show them out, and walked out with her nose in the air.

There was silence for a few minutes while Quinn and Rachel just exchanges glances. Rachel was the one to break the silence. "Why me?" Rachel didn't blink, her gaze never leaving Quinn's.

"Because, I knew that no man would ever leave me…for you." Quinn's voice held a deep malice, but Rachel didn't flinch or let it affect her. Well…didn't let it show that it affected her.

"Okay," Rachel pulled some papers out of the small bag at her side. Quinn looked at the bag, when did that get there? "This is the paper work that states all the rules. I am not allowed to know your husband's name or see his face. He in return is not allowed to know my identity. After it is determined I am pregnant, you will attend all the doctor appointments for duration of the pregnancy. You will be called when I go into labor and after I have the baby, you will sign a few more papers, and be able to leave the hospital with the child. You pay half of what you're due when it's confirmed I'm pregnant. You will also have to pay for the appointments, and anything you want to buy the baby. I take care of myself, and buy my own food and medicine I will need to take for the baby. I have an apartment on the east side of Lima, and you are allowed a visit whenever you like," Quinn scoffed at the idea, "Okay, sign here, here, and initial here."

"Got it" Quinn signed the paper in the appropriate places.

"This," Rachel pulled out a blank paper with lines, "is where we put the schedule on for the agency. This following week is when I will be most fertile. For certainty it will be for 6 days. What days and times would be best for your husband and yourself?"

Quinn sat thoughtfully for a bit. "Well, my husband owns his own business," she threw a 'ha in your face' look at Rachel, "and I suppose I could get him to take another week off. We had this whole week off as well," she didn't tell Rachel it was because of this whole pregnancy thing, "He has to work very hard, but his 2nd in command could deal for another week. I work from home, so I won't need to be taking off. Let's start on Monday shall we? I think afternoon would be best, so be here around 3?" Rachel nodded writing in the times. She would have to call the school and figure out what to do about her leaving 30 minutes early for the whole week.

"Fine. Here is my number," she handed Quinn a card, with just the #, and no name, "There's no name just in case you husband should see it by mistake. Call me on Sunday, to make sure its Monday will still be on. I am also required to tell you, that if you decide you no longer want this child at any point, the cancelation fee will be twice what you owe at the end. You husband also has the power to cancel this document. I think that's all, call if you have any more questions." Rachel gathered her papers, leaving copies with Quinn, stood and left the room. Quinn still sat in her chair, reaching for the copies of the papers.

"Cancelation? Ha I don't think so. Not with the money I'll be getting when this is all over." Rachel didn't hear that, and it was a good thing. As soon as she was outside, she leant back against the door.

"Well…shit." Rachel had already been having all these thoughts that maybe what she was doing was wrong. Now that she was in it…she still couldn't believe it was for fucking Quinn! The stupid cheerleader that had tortured her, and had everyone calling her 'Manhands' and 'Yental'. Who would have married that witch?

Wait…wasn't she going out with Finn in high school? But…she saw him earlier today, and he had no ring on, or mentioned being married. That look he gave her suggested he didn't have another woman he was interested in. She sighed in relief.

Finn. Her heart beat faster just thinking about earlier. She always thought he was handsome, and growing out of the baby face he had once had, made him all the more irresistible. Thinking of him also made her heart drop. If he knew was she was doing…he wouldn't be interested in her. In a few months when she was huge, what could she tell him? The rules of the agency didn't allow her to tell anyone what she was doing. It would never work out.

After having the baby, she would have enough money to finally go to New York. Her mother had basically done the same thing, but Rachel knew that she was going to make it work. And if her daughter or son, ever found out that Quinn wasn't the real mother, she would accept them and not practically disown them like her mother had her.

"Well," Rachel whispered to herself, she had started walking down the sidewalk, "Since I won't be able to drink for awhile, might as well have one last night out." She headed toward the town's only bar to drink her sorrows away for one more time.

"Quinn?" Finn stuck his head in his home. Quinn had called earlier and said that it was safe to come home without running into the woman he wasn't allowed to see. He walked in and threw his coat on the hanger and went into the living room. Quinn wasn't there, so he assumed she was in the bedroom.

After leaving the coffee shop, he had gone to his step-brothers for a visit. Though for most of the day he was torn between thinking of two things. First, of what all went down here today. She picked the woman, and knowing Quinn it was probably the uglier of the choices. She was a bitch like that, not that he blamed her for choosing someone that he wouldn't be attracted to. Second…Rachel. He couldn't shake her from his mind, and he kind of didn't want to. He felt bad for not telling her about Quinn, but for some reason, he just couldn't. Plus, now that he's doing this, he doesn't know how to face her.

He was lost in his thoughts, and didn't know when he fell asleep, but he felt himself being shaken awake harshly.

"Wake up you big oaf!" Quinn yelled into his ear.

"What….what time is it?"

"It's like 11. I've been waiting in our bedroom all night! I just wanted to tell you, tomorrow you need to call Puck and tell him, he is going to have to take over at work for another week. She will start coming on Monday at 3." With that she went back upstairs. Finn stayed where he was at. Why couldn't she wait till tomorrow to tell him that? Whatever, he got up and headed upstairs after her. She was already back in bed. He took of his clothes and crawled in the bed, furthest away from Quinn as he could get.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and Monday morning even longer.