Chapter Two

Six Weeks

"It's impossible because…" Quinn stepped forward until she was a few inches away from the short brunette. She didn't know why she felt the need to tell her this but anything to shut up her annoying voice and delusional thoughts. "I'm pregnant."

Rachel eyed the blonde cheerleader standing in front of her; despite the cold demeanor she had on display, she looked weary and stressed. She could see unshed tears shining in those hazel/green eyes, threatening to spill over the porcelain cheeks. She decided right then and there that Quinn, at the least, deserved the whole truth of what happened that night.

Rachel swallowed the nervous lump lodged in her throat that always seemed to appear whenever she found herself in proximity to the blonde, "It was me," She admitted again.

Quinn arched an eyebrow at the brunette in annoyance, "Are you not listening Man-Hands?" She snapped harshly. "I am pregnant." She repeated.

"Yes, I heard you the first time Quinn. And if you'd let me explain, I'm sure you'll come to understand—Well, perhaps not but—"

"RACHEL," Quinn yelled through gritted teeth and fixed the brunette with a serious expression that instantly shut her up.

"Right," Rachel gulped nervously. "I, um, I grow a thing once a month." She gestured with a downcast of her eyes and tilt of her head to emphasize what she meant.

Quinn's face scrunched up in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Rachel let her eyes flutter shut for a moment and clenched her small hands into fists at her sides in her frustration. When she reopened them again, the blonde was staring at her with an annoyed scowl. She could do this. She could say the words. She took one final deep breath, "I grow a penis once a month."

Both of Quinn's eyebrows shot up in shocked surprise and then her body began to vibrate with laughter. It wasn't amusement, it was incredulous and involuntary because of the words she had just heard. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

Rachel just stared at her with nothing but a serious expression as her answer.

"Oh my god, you're being serious," Quinn huffed as all laughter ceased, "Do you think this is some sick joke, RuPaul?"

Rachel squared her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips, pretending to be unaffected by the blonde's presence and the harsh nicknames. It was Quinn after all; the nicknames should have been expected. "What are you talking about Quinn? You're the only one laughing here, I don't find anything amusing about this situation."

Quinn gritted her teeth and shot forward, step by step pushing the brunette back until she was up against a row of lockers, "Then why would you say something like?" She hissed in a low voice, through gritted teeth.

Rachel had her head tilted back against the lockers, holding the gaze between Quinn's hazel eyes and her own wide brown ones. Quinn didn't believe her. This was understandable considering the fact that from the exterior, Rachel appeared to be very much all girl. She needed her to believe her, though, because for what it was worth, Quinn deserved to know exactly what happened that night.

The brunette took a deep breath and reacted before she had a chance to change her mind. She reached out and grabbed one of the blonde's pale hands and cupped it over herself.

Quinn gasped loudly when her hand came in contact with the, kind of, hard thing it was holding through the fabric of the brunette's skirt. She finally broke the staring contest she and Rachel were having and looked down to where her hand was in between the brunette's legs, "I-It's not real, it's o-one of those things that people wear," Quinn stuttered and mentally cursed herself for appearing to be nervous.

"Quinn," Rachel exhaled softly and ignored all the incredible sensations she was having from Quinn's hand still over her. "I can assure you it's not."

"H-how?" Quinn asked with genuine curiosity, hazel eyes still fixated on the brunette's crotch area.

Rachel reluctantly batted the blonde's hand away and without warning flipped her skirt up and pushed her boy shorts down enough to free her restrained appendage. There. Quinn knew everything. She readied herself for the inevitable.

Quinn subconsciously licked her dry lips and shook her head to clear the hazy thoughts in her head. She forced herself to look up into Rachel's vulnerable eyes, "Y-you freak," She spat and jumped a few feet away to the other side of the hallway, pacing worriedly. To be pregnant at 16 was one thing, but to be pregnant at 16 by another female… was just impossible but obviously it was possible because there she was a few feet away tucking in her penis. Fuck, Rachel had a penis.

She had so many questions that she wanted answered by the brunette.

Rachel ignored the urge to break out into tears at being called a 'freak' about the thing she was the most insecure about. "Q-Quinn?"

Quinn's inner thoughts were broken by the meek voice calling her name. She wiped away the few stray tears she was unaware of sliding down her porcelain cheeks. "Listen here RuPaul," She made sure to put as much malice into her voice as she could, "I don't care if my baby comes out singing show tunes, I will go to the grave swearing it's Finn's and you won't tell anyone about this."

Rachel narrowed her eyes at the blonde, "Or else what Quinn?" Quinn opened her mouth to speak but Rachel beat her to it, "You're going to tell everyone about my secret? We both know this would affect you much more than it would me; everyone already thinks the lowest of me."

Quinn faltered at the realization that she didn't have the upper hand in this predicament. "Rachel, please… It's bad enough that I have to go through this as it is but if everyone knew that y-you're… that you're—"

"That this baby is as much yours as it is mine," Rachel finished for her. "You don't have to go through this alone, Quinn."

"I'm not," Quinn straightened her posture again, fixing the brunette with a cold glare. "Finn is going to be there."

"Quinn, I don't think it's fair to Finn if you—"

"I don't care!" Quinn snapped and cut her off harshly. "Finn is the father and you can try and tell anyone else otherwise, no one will believe you." She didn't wait for a reply or reaction from the brunette. She forced herself to turn around and walk away.

-xx-

As soon as Quinn passed the threshold of her doorway she collapsed onto her bed and cried. She cried harder than when she first took those 10 pregnancy tests, wanting to be absolutely sure she was pregnant. Everything had been going perfectly until now. She was finally that girl, the girl that everyone envied and wanted to be. She had the star quarterback of the football team in the palm of her hand. She was finally satisfied with the way she looked on the exterior. She was her parent's perfect daughter.

And now, now she was impregnated by Rachel Berry. She clutched the pillow she was clinging to tighter as the sobs wracked her body. She had never felt more terrified and alone than she did right then.

-xx-

Everyone at McKinley High perceived Rachel Berry exactly the way she didn't want them to. They thought she was obnoxious, egotistical, self-centered, and most times annoying. She was second to last on the social totem pole, only above the creep Jacob Ben Israel. She didn't have any friends. She was slushied daily for being who she was and wearing what she wore. She endured and accepted all of this and more throughout her entire freshmen year and she never let it bring her down or affect her the way they wanted it to. But it was sophomore year now and she wanted things to be different; she wanted to be accepted by her peers.

She was the most talented student in that school and she knew it. So, she decided to join Glee club because being a part of something special made you special right? Wrong, because it seemed as though she got bullied a lot more after she joined the club. The other students in Glee hated her and she was almost certain Mr. Schuester hated her as well because he was constantly trying to give her solos away to those less talented students.

But despite the fact that everything she did for the other members went unseen and easily dismissed, Glee club was the only place she felt accepted. They may not have liked her but they appreciated her talent and Rachel figured she could deal with that.

And then there was her not so little secret. It all started about 4 years ago; when most girls her age started their period, Rachel grew a penis. She had woken up with a throbbing ache in between her legs one morning and assumed that maybe her period started but when she lifted the sheets off her body she found something that definitely shouldn't have been there.

She and her fathers researched about her condition for months, and it helped that one of her fathers was actually a doctor. They figured out that while it was very, very rare it was something that actually existed. There weren't any surgeries she could have done in her case, though, and so Rachel relied on keeping it hidden 5 days out of the month.

While she was used to having it, she was still very insecure about it. She had managed until now to keep this secret of hers safely hidden. Now, Quinn—head Cheerio and prettiest girl she's ever met—Fabray was pregnant, pregnant with her child.

Rachel's emotions were all over the place. She wasn't sure if she should be worried and start panicking because she was going to have a child or relieved that Quinn didn't need her, because let's face it, having a child at 16 was definitely not in any of her plans.

She collapsed onto her bed face first with a grunt and shook her head to clear those thoughts. She couldn't be selfish like that, this was just as much her fault as it was Quinn's if not more so because Rachel should have been more responsible than she was that night. She shouldn't have consumed alcohol. But 'what ifs' and regrets would do nothing. Quinn was pregnant.

-xx-

Rachel watched from across the hallway the next day as the words fell from Quinn's soft lips, at least, she imagined they'd be soft because she couldn't remember. She could read them perfectly as they mouthed 'I'm pregnant' to Finn Hudson and she witnessed not only Quinn's, not only hers, but also Finn's world breaking as the words fell from the blonde's lips.

Initially, she wasn't sure how Quinn was going to convince him that he was the father when according to Noah Puckerman, the couple never had intercourse. And best friends would tell each other something like that, right? She wasn't entirely sure because personally she never had a best friend. But of course, the dimwitted football player was easily convinced. She was surprised by the fact that she not only felt sorry for him but that she felt envious of him as well because that was her child Quinn was carrying and nothing in this situation was right. But what was she supposed to do about it? What could she do about it?

Her inner thoughts were cut off by a cup full of purple colored ice hitting her directly in the face. She released a loud gasp and glanced down the hallway to find the blonde cheerio staring at her with a guilty expression. She had probably been slushied over 100 times since she started school at McKinley and never once had she cried about it but she couldn't stop her eyes from welling with tears this time and she silently hoped that it was covered by the sticky syrup coating her.

Rachel grabbed her emergency slushy kit from her locker and turned around to make her way to the girl's locker room. She decided that the girl's restrooms would be too occupied right now since it was lunch time and glanced around the locker room to make sure she was alone. When she was certain that she was, she stripped herself from her stained clothes and stepped into one of the showers.

She hissed when the cold water hit her body and the most sensitive parts of her body, including the limp appendage in between her legs. She still had one more day until it finally disappeared again. The curtain of the shower was pulled back abruptly and Rachel did her best to shield herself by cupping her hands over her penis, arms covering her breasts.

"So it was true…"