AN: Before I get started I wanted to personally thank each and every one of my reviewers! It means so much to me that you like the story and want me to continue! So thank you to: Grey'sAnatomyPPFREAK7, AnnPatrick, noro and Tea Time Bitches. Thank you to all of you silent readers as well! Hope you enjoy chapter 2, it's mostly just getting to know the real Rachel Berry, that most people don't know about. It reflects alot on her past. The next chapter will be more eventful.

Disclamier: I do not own Glee or any of the characters, sadly. I only own Charlie.

Chapter two: The verdict

Rachel's POV.

This was never part of the plan. I was never supposed to be sitting in my bathroom, with my best friend Charlie, waiting for the results of my pregnancy test. At least not until I've graduated and fullfilled my dreams of becoming a broadway star. You're probably wondering who Charlie is. Well, when I was about five my neighbors moved. A new family moved in. I waited outside with my fathers as the new family moved there stuff in. There was a man who I assumed to be the father. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He had dark brown hair that was neatly cut. He wore a light blue polo tucked into kahki shorts. He wore brown loafers with a matching belt. There was also a woman, who I assumed to be the mother. She looked to be about the same age. She was really pretty with blonde hair cute into a perfect bob. She wore a kahki colored dress with a black belt around her middle. She wore tons of big fancy jewelry. She also wore black flats. I was more interested in their daughter. I would later find out that she was my age five. She had jet black hair and big brown eyes. A few freckled dusted her nose. Her hair was long, reaching right to where her ribcage ended. She had bangs that went to her eyes and half of her hair was tied back in a pink ribbon. She was wearing a pretty pink matching dress with puffy sleeves. She wore white ruffled socks and black shoes. They looked to be the perfect family. So neat and tidy. I looked at my own family. Just me and my dads. We might not be the ideal family, but we were perfect.

Now, me and Charlie are 17. We're grown to be best friends over the years. Her once Jet black hair is now velvet cupcake red. It looks good on her thought. She's traded in her dress and ruffled socks for slouchy sweaters, skinny jeans, and sperrys. She's really pretty, and popular. She always invited to partys and she's constantly called and texted for people wanting to hang out with her. She always denies. She always spends her evenings with me, watching broadways musicals and preformings mini concerts for our familes. She's not the kind of girl you'd expect to be best friends with me. We're not ideal best friends, but we're perfect. Not many people know about Charlie. People assume that I have no friends and no life. I don't care though, they can think what they want. Charlie is the only person, besides Santana, who knows that I might be pregnant.

FLASHBACK

After Santana left the bathroom, I immediatly texted Charlie.

Hey Char, something just happened. Can you skip school and come pick me up? -R

yea, its not like u 2 skip skool. u ok? -C

I rolled my eyes and smiled at her text lingo.

I will fill you in on everything as soon as I see you. I know it's not like me to risk my perfect attendance record since sixth grade, but this is very life- changing. Please just come get me. -R

I wasn't worried about her making fun of how much I talk. She says it's one of the things she loves most about me.

b there n 10. -C

Back to present time

"This is so exciting!" Charlie squealed, bouncing on the soles of her feet. I usually loved her quirky, bubbly personality but not right now. I rolled my eyes. "Exciting? More like awful, dreadful, horrible, or horrid. You're choise." "Come on Rach, this kind of stuff doesn't happen everyday. I feel like I'm in one of those horrible lifetime movies my mom always watches." This time I had to smile. Charlie really did know how to make me smile when I wanted to do was cry my eyes out and drown my sorrows in vegan icecream. Of course Charlie has been in this situation before. She knows it's not as bad as it seems.

FLASHBACK TO LAST YEAR

SOS -C

I furrowed my brow. What could be so important that she'd interupt my 6 AM workout routine.

This better be good. I was in the middle of working out. You know how important health and fitness are to me Charlie Louise Clark! What nerve! -R

its oodles important. its worth it. pinky swear. -C

I felt the corner of my mouth twitch up and her response. Charlie always used made up words like 'oodles' 'thinga-majig' 'bajillion' etc. She was also one of the only teenagers who still uses pinky swear. She says it's as strong as the oath used in court.

Putting on my skirt and knee socks now :) -R

I quickly changed out of my work out clothes and dressed in my usual outfit: sweater with a horse on it, plaid skirt, and knee socks. I slipped on some shoes, brushed my hair, and put in a red headbands to math my skirt. I skipped makeup. You'd expect someone as naturally gorgeous as Charlie to care much about looks. Charlie's the opposite. She always says it's whats on the inside that counts. I finished the walk next door and was about to knock on Charlie's door. She opened it before my knuckled made contact with the wooden door. "be quite, you'll wake up mom and dad" She whispered. She practically dragged me upstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door. Her room was pretty simple. It was painted a pretty pink color. She had a twin sized bed with a pink and white plaid quilt her grandma had made for her. One of her walls was one big shelf filled with books, movies, stuffed animals, pictures, etc. On the wall across from her bed she had a huge plasma TV. In one of her corners of her room she had a small stage. On the small stage there was a drum set, guitar on a stand, bass on a stand, and a microphone stand with a pink bedazzled microphone. Charlie can play all of those instruments, and more. She prefers singing though. She's in a band called All In A Day. They get a few gigs here and there but mostly play for fun.

"I have something to tell you" Charlie said nervously, not bothering to whisper anymore since her room was soundproof so the band could practice whenever they pleased. "Tell me!" I eagerly told her. "I'm pregnant.

BACK TO PRESENT TIME

Now you know it, Charlie has a three month old son. His name is Bently. He means the world to her. The reason she's not with him at the moment is because Bently is with his father. Charlie and her Ex boyfriend Sean have joint custody of their little miracle. Charlie and Sean had a mutual breakup before they knew she was even pregnant. They remained great friends and Sean has taken full responsibility of the baby. He even went with Charlie to doctors appointment, baby shopping, etc. That's why Charlie is excited and happy about this. She keeps telling me that the baby may be a few years earlier than planned, but will be the best things that ever happened to me. I hope Finn will at least be like Sean, take care and love the baby even though they aren't together. Even though I know it's crazy, I'm kinda hoping he'll realized that he's head over heels for me and confess his feelings. Then Finn, our baby, and I will live in a nice surban home with a white picket fence and a yellow lab, like in those lifetime movies Charlie always complains about.. Yeah, I know it's crazy, but a girl can always dream.

The kitchen timer in my bathroom went off, announcing that the five minutes was up. "Get up and check!" Charlie told me, nudging my arm. I slowly sat up from the toilet seat. I stopped right in front of the sink, where the test was. My eyes were closed. I didn't want to open them, afraid of what I might see. I turned around and opened my eyes and ran to the toilet. I sat down. "I can't do it!" I told Charlie, voice shaking. "Yes you can! You don't even have to open both eyes. Just open one. You know what? Just squint one. Barely open one and just glance at the text long enough to see the results." I giggled at Charlie's childish ways. "Do it for me?" I asked her. "Okay!" Charlie happily replied. She didn't have to be told twice. When she looked at the test, all childish ways went away. She turned to me slowly. With a single tear rolling down her pink cheeks she whispered "You're pregnant."