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Note: Sorry I took so long to update, I kind of got stuck but I can guarantee that the next update won't take that long. I'm going to start highlighting how far along Quinn is in each chapter, so there's no confusion. :)

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Chapter Five

10 weeks

"Nervous?" Finn's exhausted voice broke Quinn's blank trance of staring through the windshield in the small car they were in. She looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in a while and sighed softly under her breath. He looked just as exhausted as his voice sounded. It made her feel horrible. He had school, Glee, football practice and working a part-time minimum wage job just to help her pay for her doctor's bills.

And the baby wasn't even his.

She shook her head lightly and stared blankly through the window again, not wanting to think about those words and the conversation it reminded her of.

"I'm okay," She responded in her breathy voice, hoping he wouldn't push it because she wasn't okay, far from it, actually.

Cheerios practice every weekday and on Saturdays was grueling and it continuously kept her worried about how it was affecting the baby. Add on school, Glee, and stress about her parents and doctor's appointments, well, everything was almost overwhelming.

These doctor's appointments weren't cheap and she estimated that with the help of Finn's job, she'd only have enough to pay for the appointments until she was at 5-6 months. Sure, she could apply for public assistance insurance but when they'd find out that she was on full coverage under her dad and suggest that she tell her parents about it, she didn't know how she'd respond.

Telling her parents was going to be one of the hardest parts about this pregnancy, it was right on up there with the excruciating pain she'd endure when she gave birth as well as the emotional pain she'd feel if she were to give the baby up for adoption and/or eventually tell Finn the truth. She didn't exactly know if she was going to tell him or when she would, but lying to him along with everyone else was exhausting.

The car slowed to a stop as Finn pulled into an empty space in the small parking lot and she suddenly felt nervous, now. Because she'd have to see her doctor, Rachel's father and oh god, what if the brunette had told them about their fight or worse what if he knew Rachel was the one that got her pregnant.

"Ready?" Finn asked as he turned to her.

She sighed.

-xx-

Quinn lifted the top of the hoodie that she had changed into after cheerios practice. There was a slight change in the width of her waist, showing just the tiniest bump if you were to concentrate long and hard but unnoticeable to anyone else but her. They had just finished answering questions the nurse asked, some the same as her first visit and some new, and were now silently sitting while Dr. Hiram Berry readied everything for the ultrasound.

She gasped when the cold gel was squirted onto her stomach and Dr. Berry gave her an apologetic smile as Finn clasped one of her hands into his. She wanted to pull it back. It had been that way for the last two weeks, every time he made physical contact with her she'd have this urge to squirm out his touches.

Instead, she settled on diverting her gaze to the ceiling.

She felt the light pressure of the transducer against her abdomen and slowly turned her attention to the monitor as Dr. Berry attempted locating her baby.

"Oh wow…" Hiram whispered softly, tilting the machine and snapping the appropriate images he needed.

"What? What's wrong? Is-Is there something wrong?" Quinn panicked and started to sit up when a gentle hand firmly held her in place.

"No, no, relax, Quinn. I'm sorry I worried you; I just get a little excited about particular things." He smiled brightly at her and it made her feel uneasy because it was so much like his daughter's beaming smile.

"Thank God, I thought you were, like, gonna tell us we were having twins or something…" Finn laughed and squeezed Quinn's hand, "It would've been crazy, like super-sperm or something, especially since Quinn and I never even had sex."

Quinn and Hiram's eyes widened. She prayed to God that he wouldn't bring anything up right now; he kind of owed her considering her situation, right? Please, please, please. Stupid, Finn, stupid.

"Congrats! Your baby is now called a 'fetus' from here on out." Hiram thankfully continued as Quinn and Finn moved their attention back to the monitor, "Its ears and nose can now be seen clearly, Fingerprints are already evident in the skin, and while the movement is still too small for you to feel, your little one is wriggling and shifting."

A smile crept up on Quinn's face and she felt her hand squeezed again by Finn who had on a similar smile.

"Your baby is well on its way to forming ovaries or testicles and while I am able to tell you what the baby's sex is now, I prefer to wait until the twelfth week, but that is entirely up to you." He said and turned his attention to the young couple.

Quinn met his big brown eyes and chewed on her lower lip, thoroughly thinking about her decision. Should she waste money that could be easily used towards a future appointment just for an absolute prediction of whether the baby was a girl or boy or should she let Dr. Berry guess? "We'll come back in two weeks."

"I can't…" Finn's meek voice interrupted and Quinn snapped her head to his.

"What do you mean you can't?" Quinn asked incredulously through gritted teeth. "This is your baby that you're supposed to find out if it's a girl or boy and you can't, really Finn, really?"

Finn pulled his hand away from Quinn's, "I have work and if I miss another day, I'll get fired, Quinn, and then who's going to help pay for everything, huh?—Don't look at me like that Quinn, I'm doing a lot, too, and I'm just as stressed as you are and you're, like, always on my back about everything and I'm just sick of all your bull—"

"Whoa, slow down there, champ," Hiram interrupted before things could escalate when he noticed that the two teens were practically vibrating with anger. "Finn, how about you wait in the lobby while I finish up with Quinn?" He suggested and when Finn pursed his lips, clearly irritated, he tried another approach, "This arguing, and the stress it causes Quinn can be unhealthy for the baby…" He watched both of them visibly relax at his words.

Finn nodded his head and glanced at Quinn, feeling really guilty about exploding and yelling at her the way he did. He lifted his hand and reached out but when the blonde stiffened, he sighed and quietly got out of the chair and dejectedly left the examination room.

Hiram handed Quinn a few sheets of paper towels to wipe off the remaining gel on her abdomen and hung up the machinery clutched in his hand. He watched the blonde sit up on the hospital bed, looking anywhere except at him. "Quinn?"

Quinn lifted her gaze from the floor and met his gaze, swallowing audibly because of how nervous she was. "Y-yeah?"

"I couldn't help but overhear Finn when he said, you know," He spoke quickly and did a weird gesture with his hand, "And I know it's none of my business but—"

"You're right, it isn't." Quinn snapped out, harshly. She used that tone of voice that was reserved for the halls of McKinley and watched as it effectively shut up the doctor. She wasn't talking to him about this, especially not him. He's Rachel's father for crying out loud. "So, are we done here?"

Hiram nodded his head. He could see everything going wrong behind the blonde teenager's hazel eyes, all the pain and all that stress, but there was only so much he could do as her doctor. He honestly hoped she'd confide in someone, anyone, really.

-xx-

Quinn kept her eyes clenched shut as she was lowered onto the mattress with Finn hovering above her and his lips sloppily on hers. God, this was probably the worst part about her relationship with the boy. Maybe at one point she had genuine feelings for him but now, every time he touched her or kissed her, she had the urge to vomit everything. It was worse than morning sickness.

After their little fight at the doctor's office, Finn had followed her into her house and after an apology, Quinn easily forgave him because she still needed him; for her popularity, financially, and even her pregnancy.

She groaned and tensed her fingers against his shoulder because ugh, usually the kisses would have stopped by now. Finn, apparently, took it as the wrong sign and proceeded to deepen the kiss, firmly planting his large hand against Quinn's bare thigh. She gasped and removed her lips from his. He still didn't stop; he moved his sloppy kisses down to her neck, "Finn…"

She felt him smile against her neck, thinking the call of his name was due to pleasure. "Stop," She breathed but he still did nothing. She painfully dug her nails into his shoulder and used as much strength as she could to throw his body off hers, "Finn, stop!"

"Ow!" Finn fell to the floor with a loud thud and got up on his knees, glaring at the blonde in disbelief, "What the hell, Quinn?"

"I told you to stop! What were you even doing?" Quinn said as she sat up and moved to the other side of the bed, attempting to gain as much distance from him as she could. She was so disgusted.

"We've never had sex…" Finn said quietly.

Quinn groaned, "I've explained it to you, Finn—"

"I'm not talking about the baby, I get that but, like, we haven't had sex. I mean, what the guys would think…" Finn shook his head as he said the words.

"H-have you told them?" Quinn asked incredulously. Finn was dumb, so of course it didn't take much to convince him about the pregnancy but she knew if he were to confide in someone like Puck or anyone else, her cover-up would be revealed. And she just couldn't have that.

"No! Of course not. I don't want them knowing that kind of thing. I just… I thought girls were supposed to be really horny and stuff? Because their hormones being all wacky or something…" Finn said.

"No," Quinn answered quickly. It was such a lie. Yes, she was really sexually aroused on certain days. Just not around Finn. It always happened at the most random times, like in cheerios practice or the locker rooms but usually, regretfully, in Glee, when Rachel would perform.

It didn't matter what type of song she was performing, a ballad or a more upbeat song, her body would just react and… and she'd get all flustered and feel a tensioning ache in between her thighs, making her squirm uncomfortably in her seat for the remainder of the rehearsal. She hated it. And she hated that she couldn't do anything about it… like stop herself, obviously.

The sound of clothes ruffling pulled her from her thoughts and she remembered she was actually having a conversation with Finn, "We can't have sex." Before he could respond she continued, "It's bad for the baby."

Finn narrowed his eyes as he thought about her words, of course he didn't want to do anything that would hurt the baby, "Are you sure about that? Because I can ask Dr. Berry to make sure…"

"No!" Quinn answered a little too quickly. Think fast, think fast, think fast. "He, um, he could tell our parents if we asked him about that."

"But I thought he couldn't. Something about patience and doctor con—"

Quinn rolled her eyes before cutting him off, "That's different." And you got it wrong, dumbass.

"Oh…" Finn replied and Quinn had to hide her small smile of victory. "Well, we still have after the pregnancy, right?"

Quinn's smile was replaced with a painfully disgusted look. "Um—"

Both Finn and Quinn's heads turned to stare at her bedroom door with wide eyes as a loud thudding was heard, "I thought you said your parents weren't home?" Finn said in a slightly panicked voice.

Quinn hurriedly climbed off the bed, eyeing Finn and not knowing what she should do with him; where she should hide him, "They're not—"

The door was abruptly pushed open, and Finn and Quinn whipped their heads towards it, "Well, look where the party's at," Santana said with a smirk on her lips.

"What the hell, Santana," Quinn said, but relaxing a little, "How did you even get inside?"

"Apparently, dumbass over here, doesn't know how to lock a door," She pushed the door open fully and slipped inside the room, "Any door…"

"Don't you get tired of being such a bitch all the time?" Finn asked in an annoyed voice.

Santana tapped her chin, pretending to think about her answer, "Not really, no." She gave a fake grimace, "Go."

"What?" He asked and glanced at Quinn who wasn't saying anything, but clearly was entertained by the exchange.

"Go. Leave. Get out…" Santana clarified as she gestured to the door, "Seriously, Q, doesn't he understand anything?"

Quinn shrugged.

"Quinn, are you really gonna let her kick me out like this?" Finn asked his girlfriend, but all Quinn did was shrug uninterestedly, again, "We were kinda in the middle of something. So maybe you should leave."

"Oh I'm sorry," Santana said in sarcastic voice as she carefully eyed them, noticing the disheveled look of their clothes and hair, "Oh, I see," She smirked as she watched Finn's expression turn smug and Quinn squirm rather uncomfortably, "Should I come back in a few minutes then?"

Finn's face fell, "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked in disbelief.

The brunette eyed him up and down with a skeptical look, scrunching her nose after a while, "Right, I shouldn't have given you the benefit of doubt, darn. 60 seconds then? Or is that still pushing?"

Finn pursed his lips together, balling his fists at his sides in anger, but unable to come up with a response. He looked back at Quinn once more and then back at Santana, "Whatever." He grumbled before pushing past her and out the room.

"Finally," Santana whispered gratefully, walking towards the blonde's bed and plopping down, onto her back.

"Make yourself at home," Quinn said sarcastically in her breathy voice, moving to sit on the edge of her bed. "What do you want Santana?"

"So, have you and Rachel decided if you're keeping the baby or not?" Santana asked as nonchalantly as she could.

Quinn sighed on instinct, "No, we ha—" She froze. Baby. Rachel. "She told you?" It came out as more of an exclamation than anything else.

Santana bit her lip to keep from laughing at the look on Quinn's face, "Yeah, I mean, she had to. I'm pregnant, too."

"WHAT?"

And if the expression Quinn had on before was something, the one she had now was just hysterical. Santana busted out into a fit of laughter, shaking the entire bed as she did.

"Ugh, you." Quinn groaned and lunged for the brunette.

Santana caught Quinn's wrist in her hand and held onto it firmly, gently pushing the blonde onto her back as she composed herself, "You're lucky you're pregnant, or else I'd kick your ass for what you said to Rachel." She said in a more serious tone.

Quinn pulled her arm away from the brunette and diverted her eyes to the ceiling, guiltily.

Santana noticed the small glimpse of emotion in the blonde's hazel eyes before she turned away. At least she felt bad. "You're not better than anyone, at least not anymore."

"I know that," Quinn snapped and met Santana's dark eyes with her hazel ones, "God, I know." She pushed herself off the bed, into a sitting position. "She just… She has something to get out of this stupid town, her talent. And maybe I could have somehow gotten out, but now look at me!"

"So you got pregnant, big fucking deal." Santana replied, moving to sit up, too, "Bitches be getting pregnant every minute of the day, doesn't mean you grab the dumbest boy and pretend his little minute stick impregnated you."

Quinn narrowed her hazel eyes at the brunette, "Why do you care so much? Why are you even here?"

"What you're doing to Finn and—scratch that, I don't give a rat's ass about Finnept—what you're doing to Rachel isn't right and I'm here because you need to fix it." Santana moved to stand up, already walking towards the door because she knew this conversation was practically over.

Quinn arched an eyebrow at Santana's back, "Or else?"

She paused at the doorway and turned back to the blonde again, "Or else I'll fix it for you," She watched the blonde's eyes widen, "Do the right thing, Q."

And with that she stepped out of the blonde's bedroom.

"You can't tell me what to do!" Quinn shouted into the now-empty room, knowing the brunette would still hear.

-xx-

Rachel smacked the video camera off its stand in her frustration, successfully knocking it down to the ground.

And then she picked it up and put it back together, "Sorry," She mumbled to the inanimate object. She was trying to record a video to post on MySpace before dinner, but she couldn't focus on it.

She couldn't focus on anything.

It had been two weeks since her encounter with Quinn. She hadn't spoken to the blonde since then but it wasn't as if she'd really been talking to anyone since Quinn's harsh words. It hurt. Of course it did, it was the one thing she was completely insecure about, and to be called a 'freak' by Quinn Fabray, who was carrying her child, well, it was a pretty crappy thing.

And she still hadn't gotten over it.

She sighed deeply.

She moved her video camera to the corner in her room as she realized she probably wouldn't be able to post anything tonight, and decided to take a shower instead. Maybe that would relax her a little.

She started stripping off her clothes, piece by piece, and when she was down to her bra and panties, she felt a dull pain in the pit of her abdomen. It intensified with each second that passed, growing sharper and sharper until she had to grip onto the edge of her nightstand, and the pain slowly moved lower to her nether regions.

Rachel fell onto her bed with a gasp, gritting her teeth together to force herself not to scream out in pain as the agonizing, burning ache settled where her clit normally was for the majority of the month. Her entire body broke out into chills and sweat, and her head began spinning as she writhed and squirmed in pain. The last thing she remembered was her name being called hysterically as she drifted into unconsciousness.

Quinn was shaking Rachel by the shoulders, a little harder than she should have been, but she couldn't help it. She didn't know what to do and since the brunette's fathers left just as they let her into the house, she couldn't exactly scream for help.

She thought about calling 911 but the steady rising and falling of Rachel's chest was obvious, so it was clear that she had only passed out. "Rachel," She shook her again, sighing in relief as the brunette released a small groan.

Rachel's brown eyes fluttered open, slowly. She felt a little disoriented, but she was nothing short of shocked by the person hovering above her, "Quinn?" She asked weakly. Her head felt dizzy, and she wasn't sure if it was from passing out or from the blonde shaking her. "Will you please stop that?"

Quinn glanced down to where her pale hands were tightly gripping Rachel's bare shoulders. It was only then, as her hazel eyes traveled up and down the tan body beneath her, that she realized the brunette was half naked, clad in only a bra and panties.

And then she noticed something in said panties; a rather large something.

She pulled her hands away as if they were branded and diverted her eyes to the bed, "Sorry," she said sheepishly, unsure if she was apologizing for the shaking or the eye-raping, maybe both.

"It's okay," Rachel replied with a painful groan as she shifted into a sitting position, still feeling quite sore down there. "What are you doing here?"

"Your dads let me in before they went out to the grocery store," Quinn started to explain, but not daring to glance in the direction of the brunette again. "I came to apologize. You know, for what I said that day…I'm sorry."

Rachel pursed her lips together. It wasn't exactly a thorough, sincere apology, but she figure it was the best she could get out of the blonde. "I appreciate and accept your apology, Quinn, but a simple phone call would have sufficed."

"I don't have your number-and can you please put some clothes on?" Quinn asked a little uncomfortably.

Rachel couldn't help but smirk in response, "Why it's not like you haven't seen certain parts of me." She said smugly.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to relive that awful experience again." Quinn replied in a snarky voice and grabbed the t-shirt beside her, blindly tossing it to the brunette.

"Please," Rachel rolled her eyes as she pulled the shirt over her head and covered her torso. "Well, again, thank you for your apology and if that'd be all I'd really like to—"

"I also came here because Finn can't miss work to take me to my next doctor's appointment, and I was wondering if you could bring me." It came out more as a question than anything else.

"Oh," was Rachel's surprised, but useless response. She was utterly confused. One day the blonde is insulting her and the next she's apologizing and asking her to accompany her to doctor's appointments. What did it all even mean?

Quinn finally looked at the brunette, making sure to only look at her face. She noticed that she was in deep thought, "I'm supposed to find out the sex of the baby…" She whispered. She was unable to stop the small, excited small that took over her lips. "It's two weeks from now, so I know it's crazy of me to ask so early, but—"

"No, it's quite thoughtful of you." Rachel cut off her nervous rambling, beaming at her now, "I do have a rather meticulously planned out schedule, but I can assure that I'll accompany you. I wouldn't miss it for anything."

"Okay," Quinn responded. "Are you okay?"

Rachel arched an eyebrow in confusion and squirmed a little, whimpering at the soreness, and that was when she remembered. "Oh yes, that happens occasionally."

"What, passing out randomly?"

"Only when I… when I grow my, you know…" Rachel shifted again, biting her lip to keep from making any sounds. She still felt insecure about talking about it, especially with Quinn.

Quinn's eyes widened, "Oh, right, yeah…" She kind of forgot that Rachel somehow grew it once a month. She still didn't get how that worked.

"Most days I wake up and it's already there, but if there's ever a time that it makes its appearance when I'm conscious, the pain become so excruciating that I actually pass out before it actually emerges." Rachel explained.

Quinn grimaced; her hazel eyes involuntarily lowered to the tent in the brunette's panties, "Are you in pain right now?" She asked in curiosity.

"No, not really," Rachel answered truthfully, "Whenever I wake up, from the unconsciousness or sleep, I'm always a little sore, but it's not that painful after."

Usually, Rachel would have hated having to talk about this to anyone, but she didn't get the vibe that Quinn was judging, just genuinely curious. But she did feel quite uncomfortable with how intensely the blonde was staring at her appendage right now.

She cleared her throat.

Quinn's hazel eyes snapped up to Rachel's knowing brown ones, "W-why does it look… bigger now?"

Rachel blushed profusely, feeling the warmth against her cheeks and neck, "After I grow it, I can't help but become aroused."

Quinn's eyes widened again and her mouth fell open slightly at the admission, "Oh, that's… yeah," She shifted in place and swiped a nervous hand over her forehead, "I should go, you don't need any help or anything right?"

"What?" Rachel blanched. "Uh-I, um, no Quinn, that won't be necessary, I've taken care of it for a few years now."

"What?" Quinn asked in confusion, "Oh, ew! Gross, Berry… I didn't mean with that."

"Right," Rachel felt herself blush even harder and reached for one of her pillows, pulling it into her lap, "Sorry,"

"S'fine, I should go though, it's getting late."

"Yeah, okay." Rachel nodded her head, "Normally, I'd walk you out but yeah…"

"I'm sure I'll find my way," Quinn pushed herself off the bed, already walking towards the door, "See you at school, Berry."

"Drive carefully!" Rachel shouted toward the hallway when the blonde disappeared from her doorway.

She fell back against her bed with a sigh. She wasn't exactly sure what would come of her accompanying Quinn to her doctor's appointment, but there was thing she was certain about, she was excited. She was going to be there to find out the sex of Quinn's baby, of her baby.

And she couldn't wait.