Chapter Three

"So it was true…"

Santana smirked as she let her dark eyes scrutinize the other brunette's tan body, thoroughly. "You have a pe—MMPH," She was cut off by a small hand over her mouth and she quickly swatted the hand away, "Gross Berry, you just had that hand cupping it!" She used the back of her hand to swipe at her mouth disgustedly.

Santana's eyes lowered again, this time to where Rachel's hands were no longer covering, "Very nice, Berry," She commented, voice dripping with sex and approval.

"How do you even know?" Rachel asked exasperatedly. Having Quinn know about her secret was one thing but Santana, as well? It couldn't be happening.

Santana's eyes snapped up to Rachel's face again, "I might have overheard your little talk with Blondie yesterday."

Rachel's face contorted in disbelief and annoyance, "How much of the conversation did you hear?" She sighed.

"All of it," Santana admitted.

-xx-

Quinn rested her head against the wall in her bathroom, hazel eyes watery and chest still heaving. Morning sickness. It started 2 weeks ago and at first, it wasn't so bad. She'd throw up one time, once a week but now it had gotten worse. Her stomach was overly sensitive, she'd become nauseous just thinking about certain things or certain foods, and some days it wouldn't just happen in the morning. The whole 'morning' part of the illness was inaccurate, it happened anytime of the day.

And she hated it.

She was already having trouble keeping up with the physical demands and exhaustion after cheerios practice. Everyone on the squad would look at her skeptically because it wasn't every day that Quinn Fabray slacked off and took practice easily, and sometimes, Coach Sylvester would look at her like she knew something but ignored it because she didn't want to believe it.

She knew she wouldn't be able to keep this a secret much longer; the little bump over her belly grew slowly with each day that passed and the cravings she was having weren't helping much. Some days, she'd wake up craving ice cream, regardless of the weather, and throw up whatever she had just eaten because she smelled something disgusting. Other times, she'd wake up at 2 am hungrily craving a big, juicy burger. There was only one craving that was consistent, bacon. She just couldn't get enough of it; by itself, coated in syrup, in her burgers, there was just no wrong when it came to her bacon.

She was already 7 weeks in and with her very first doctor's appointment already scheduled; she knew everything would get that much more real after this.

-xx-

Quinn leaned back against the hospital bed with her head tilted towards the ceiling and her hand tightly grasped in Finn's hands, "I'm freaking out," She mumbled, nervousness evident in her tone and posture.

"Everything's gonna be fine." He reassured her with squeeze of her hand and sweet smile when she turned to him. Finn was a sweet and good guy overall, but a horrible boyfriend. Considering the huge lie she was living, she didn't think she was any better. Of course she felt guilty for stringing him along like this but it had to be done because what was her other option, Rachel?

There was a soft tapping on the door before it was slowly pushed open and the privacy curtain was pulled away, "Quinn Fabray? I'm Dr. Hiram Berry,"

"Berry? As in, like, one of Rachel's fathers?" Finn smiled warmly at the short doctor with thick rimmed glasses.

"In the flesh," Hiram smiled back. "And who might you be?"

Oh god, Quinn felt like she was going to be sick.

"Oh, uh… I'm Finn Hudson, the uh… father." Finn swiped a nervous hand over his forehead. "You can't tell our parents about this, right? I mean because eventually I know they're gonna have to know but—"

"I can't tell them anything, Finn, Patient-doctor confidentiality." The doctor cut off the boy's nervous rambling and turned to the quiet blonde on the hospital bed. "I'm going to ask you some questions about medical histories, how you've been feeling lately, your last menstrual cycle and I need you answer them to the best of your ability, okay?" He waited for her reply and proceeded when she simply nodded, "And then we're going to take your weight and stomach measurements and we'll do your very first ultrasound to be sure the baby is developing properly."

Quinn nodded her head but kept her head tilted toward the ceiling. This was just beyond awkward, having Rachel's father as her doctor.

-xx-

Quinn gasped as the cold gel hit her belly, "Can you be careful with my uniform?"

Dr. Hiram Berry arched an eyebrow at the teenager before nodding his head in understanding, "And that there is your baby," He said as he pointed to the monitor, oblivious to the fact that he was looking as his very own grandchild for the first time.

Finn perked up with interest and tilted his head at the screen, "It doesn't look like much," He said and Quinn turned to glare at him.

"Well, Finn, the baby will be growing considerably faster from here on out…" Hiram said.

"Do we get to know, like, if the thingamababy is a boy or girl?"

"Thingamababy?" Quinn growled at him.

"No, no, it's far too early to be able to tell such a thing but for 7 weeks your baby is developing perfectly and around the twelfth week, we'll be able to tell you what gender your baby is." Hiram explained. "Considering your ages, have you two given much thought about what you're going to do?"

"Whatever Quinn wants to do is fine," He smiled warmly at his girlfriend and kissed the back of her hand.

"Quinn, you've been awfully quiet… Do you have any questions? Would you like me to go over your options again?" Hiram turned to the blonde that still refused to meet his eyes.

"Abortion isn't an option," She said as she met his big brown eyes and when he opened his mouth to respond she cut him off, "Not for me it isn't."

-xx-

Rachel woke up with a groan to the sound of her daddy's voice and soft hand on her clammy forehead. The first day her penis emerged and the morning after it disappeared were always the worst and most painful.

"Do you need Tylenol, baby girl?" Her daddy asked.

She shook her head 'no'. She had spent many days like this and had grown accustomed to the unwelcome pain and soreness in the pit of her lower regions. "I'll be fine," She said softly.

Hiram smiled warmly at his daughter. Even though his general field of practice had been OB/GYN, he still had spent many hours researching and trying to find a cure for his baby girl's rare condition. "If need be, you can miss school."

"Daddy!" Rachel gasped in shock. "How dare you try to encourage me to deliberately obliterate my perfect attendance! You should be ashamed of yourself." She flung the comforter from her body and attempted to get out of bed but was stopped with a hand on her shoulder.

Hiram chuckled lightly as his daughter's dramatic flair and then became serious, "Sweetie, what do you know about Quinn Fabray?"

Rachel gulped audibly and eyed her daddy, trying to contain all nervousness at the turn in conversation. She tried thinking about why exactly he was asking her about Quinn and then she remembered, her daddy was a doctor and he delivered babies daily. "I know about her… pregnancy," She admitted quietly.

"Oh? And do a lot of people know about it?" He prodded.

She shook her head quickly, "I believe, only three other people know. Why? Is she okay? The baby—"

"Rae, you know I can't exactly be talking about this but does she know that you know?"

"Yes," Rachel answered because it's not like he knew she was responsible for this pregnancy, right?

"Okay, well, she left her ultrasound disk behind and I thought I'd ask you to give it to her rather than I give it to her on her next appointment, considering whether or not you knew of course." Elijah reached inside the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the CD that contained the pictures of Quinn Fabray's ultrasound, handing it to his daughter. "Try to be there for her, okay? She was awfully quiet during her examination and I'm a little worried for her."

"Okay daddy, I'll give it to her." Rachel received a kiss on her forehead before her daddy left her room and she jumped out of bed, locked the door behind him and grabbed her laptop, inserting the disk and drumming her fingers against the desk impatiently.

A little over a dozen photos appeared on her screen and she gasped quietly, completely in awe. Given the circumstance that Quinn was still in her early stages of pregnancy and the baby's form wasn't too perceivable, tears still welled up in her eyes. "My baby…" She whispered into the quiet room.

She wondered if the baby would have brown eyes or beautiful hazel ones, just like Quinn. If it would have a pale complexion or slightly tan, if it would have brown hair or blonde, was Quinn even a natural blonde? That was when she realized; other than Quinn Fabray being the most popular and prettiest girl she knew, she didn't know anything about her. She idly wondered if anyone did. She needed to fix that and she needed to learn everything she could about pregnancies.

She opened Google.

-xx-

Rachel turned in the doorway of the choir room and paused in her tracks, finding Finn Hudson sitting on one of the chairs with his head thrown back against the wall. She wanted to run her scales since she had ballet class after school today and she could have easily turned back around and used the unoccupied auditorium but her curiosity won out as she quietly walked towards him.

She flattened her skirt before sitting down in the empty chair next to him, "Hello Finn,"

Finn lazily opened his eyes and smiled at the short brunette, "Hey Rachel, sorry did you need the choir room? I'm just kind of exhausted and trying to avoid Quinn."

Rachel shook her head and grimaced, "Is everything okay?"

"Not really," Finn answered honestly. "Don't worry, she told me you know about her uh… pregnancy…"

"S-she did?" Rachel squeaked.

"Yeah, she said it was the reason she wants me to stay away from you." He smiled guiltily at the brunette.

Rachel diverted her eyes to the ground, "Yeah, people just don't like me." She said quietly.

"Yeah, you might want to work on that," He shrugged as Rachel pursed her lips and nodded her head in understanding. "I like you."

Quinn watched the interaction from the doorway, instantly her anger began bubbling more than it was earlier. She wasn't stupid. Ever since he had joined that club full of singing rejects, he'd been giving the brunette love-sick stares and boyish grins, giving her no choice but to join Glee as well. The sad part was Quinn wasn't completely sure what she was more upset about, the fact Finn was crushing on Rachel or the fact that she knew Rachel had always had eyes for her boyfriend. "We need to talk." She said through gritted teeth as she stomped towards the duo.

Finn and Rachel quickly turned their heads toward the fuming blonde, "I'll get out of your way." She moved to stand.

Quinn snapped her hazel eyes to the Rachel, "No, you stay. I need a witness." She said quickly, causing the brunette reclaim her seat and stare at the ground.

Quinn reached inside her cardigan pocket and pulled out the piece of paper, "Do you know what this is?" She asked as she shoved it in front of Finn's face.

Finn took the paper in his hands and opened it, "Oh yeah, it's one of those past due notices, my mom gets them all the time…"

"Right, but if this ultrasound bill doesn't get paid, it's not your phone that gets cut off… You will get cut off," She explained. "You need to help me with this, Finn, or else we're gonna go our separate ways." She turned and fixed her hazel eyes on Rachel's brown ones, losing her angry façade for a minute before turning around and stomping out of the choir room without another word.

"I'm screwed," Finn whispered to no one in particular.

Rachel sighed, staring blankly at the wheel chair in front of her. She felt the need to help but she was rather certain that the blonde wouldn't allow her to actually help. That was when the idea hit her. She could help Finn find a job, which, in turn would help Quinn and the baby. "Not necessarily," She told the football player.

-xx-

Rachel reached into her locker and picked up the CD; between classes and helping Finn get a job yesterday, she had completely forgotten that she needed to give it to Quinn. She took tentative steps as she approached the blonde's locker, "Quinn," She said softly to get her attention and when Quinn's hazel eyes locked with hers, she swallowed, hard.

And unlike everyone else, she could see the pain, confusion, and weariness in those beautiful hazel eyes and she wished there could have been a way for her to fix it. Quinn didn't deserve this. All because of a stupid mistake and irresponsible, drunken night they ruined their lives, lives that had yet to actually begin.

"What do you want?" Quinn asked as she broke the intense gaze.

Rachel lifted her hand that had the disk clutched in it, offering it to the blonde, "My dad said you left this in the office the other day and I asked me to deliver it to you, only after he made sure that I actually knew about your… you know." She said nervously. "I hope you don't mind that I saved the prints on my laptop…"

Quinn stared at the disk before taking it into her hand, "It's—"

"Hey," Finn came rolling up in the wheel chair that they had been using that week as a Glee assignment, to experience life like Artie. "Here," He said as he handed his girlfriend the envelope grasped in his hand.

"What's this?" Quinn inquired.

"I got a job." He smiled before continuing, "I totally came up with the best idea, I went in with the wheel chair and pretended to be handicapped, telling the manager that, like, if he didn't hire me, I could totally get lawyers on him and stuff."

Quinn bit her bottom lip to hide the smile threatened to take over her lips. The idea was quite clever, she had to admit.

"I'll probably have to stay in a wheel chair as long as I'm working there, but, screw it, it's worth it." He said with a smile that slightly faded when he noticed Rachel standing a little behind Quinn. Finn gave the brunette a guilty look, hoping that she'd let him take the credit. "Can I give you a ride to rehearsal?"

Quinn turned to Rachel and gave her a dismissive nod before turning back around and getting on Finn's lap as he wheeled them to the choir room.

"Something tells me Finnept isn't that smart…"

Rachel jumped in surprise at the unexpected voice. "You think?" She replied in an annoyed tone. She was livid. She went out of her way to help Finn Hudson get a job without any recognition on her end. Maybe she should have expected that because, well, it wasn't like any of her other good deeds were acknowledged.

Santana took a few steps toward the lockers and leaned back against them, staring at her nails nonchalantly, "Given much thought to my offer?"

Rachel idly wondered exactly why the Latina was so eager and determined to help. She had a fair idea about why but wasn't entirely certain of whether or not she could fully trust the other brunette, but she realized, she didn't have any real friends. She needed to take whatever help she could get if she wanted to make things right and make Quinn Fabray hers. Wait—did she want to make Quinn hers?

Yeah, she did.

"What's the plan?" Rachel said as she turned to the smirking Latina.