A/N: Okay, I wrote this chapter super fast. I basically planned everything it would say anyway, so I figured I'd get it up before I went to work. This chapter is my favorite thus far and will lead into a really intense next chapter, so I hope people like it! Read, Review, Enjoy...you know the drill.

Disclaimer: Owns nothing, except my original character. Glee is property of FOX and its creators.

Haylee had been on the Pill for four days and so far she was hoping the reasons she was taking them would be worth what she was going through now. When the nurse who worked at the clinic had read off to her the side effects, she hadn't really given them much notice. Side effects always seemed to her as if they were proven, but unlikely. Bullshit. She had never been so nauseous in her entire life, and it wasn't really going away. The first few days she hadn't really noticed anything, but now it seemed as if her body was catching up to all the hormones she was putting in it and it was not making her stomach happy.

She was spending the day with Alec at the mall and had to focus on trying to enjoy herself when she was with him. She had told him about that she had gone on the Pill but she really didn't want to mention the side effects. She didn't want to bum out his mood.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked her as they walked out to the entrance of the mall, were Santana was going to pick them up and drop Haylee off at her house.

"Yeah, I"m fine. Don't worry about me." she told him giving his hand a squeeze.

She wasn't fine. She felt the exact opposite of fine. On top of everything, the ride home from the mall never felt so long before. The car, especially Santana's road rage, was not helping. When they finally reached her house, she was so relieved. When she got through the door her first instinct was to go lie down and to continue to try not puke.

"Hale is that you?" she heard Artie's voice call her from the kitchen as she entered the house. Crap, he was already home from work. She thought she'd have at least twenty minutes. She really didn't think she could handle small talk right now.

"Yeah." She called out weakly as she made her way into the kitchen, she knew her dad would want to talk to her, and she didn't want to ignore him.

"Hey, sweetie." he said as he could hear her footsteps enter the kitchen as he turned in his chair to face her.

"Hi, did you just get home?" she asked.

"Yeah," he started with a smile but it soon faded as he looked at her beyond pale and clearly uncomfortable face. "Are you okay? You feeling alright? You look a little pale."

Haylee tried to force a smile, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Um, where's mom and Em?" She was beginning to feel ten times worse with every word she said. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up.

"Mom went to pick Em up at dance class. Hale, you really don't look so good." Artie continued, his voice starting to fill with concern as he wheeled closer to her. Haylee could feel her stomach rising into her throat. "Are you sure-" he started but was cut off to see Haylee clasp her hand in front of her mouth and take off running.

She was never one to be quite good with speed, but she had never ran so fast as she had in that moment. She swung open the door and fell to her knees just in time as she threw up into the toilet. Artie had made no hesitation to follow her. Haylee haven't even noticed that he had even followed her or come in until she felt a pair of gentle hands pull her hair out of her face. After a few minutes the strong desire to puke finally passed and she was able to catch her breathe, wipe her mouth with a piece of toilet paper and flush.

As she sat up next to Artie's chair, he bent down gently and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"You don't feel hot." He mumbled, rubbing her cheeks as he pulled away. "Do you think you ate something that's not getting along with you, honey?" he asked softly stroking her hair.

"It's just-" she started as she tried to figure out what to say, "that Santana should get her license revoked, I love her but it just needs to get done." She finished weakly, putting her head in her hands. At least it wasn't a complete lie, it wasn't as if Santana's crazy driving hadn't made her feel anymore sick.

Artie gave her a little sympathetic pout, "Carsick?"

She just nodded.

"Here, why don't you go lie down? I think mom is bringing home a pizza, but I don't think you're up for that."

The mention of food made her stomach lurch all over again, but luckily this time nothing came up.

She shook her head grimly. "No, no pizza."

Artie gave her a sad smile. "You go to your room and relax, I'll bring you some ginger ale to help settle your stomach okay?" he told her sweetly.

Haylee just nodded and listened as she made her way to her room. Artie came in a couple minutes later with a tall glass that was fizzing at the top as well as a little plate of crackers. She couldn't help but feel guilty, her dad was taking such good care of her, and she was being dishonest with him. She was keeping secrets. She didn't like the way it felt.

"Thanks Daddy." She said her eyes tearing up a little bit. She didn't want to cry but she couldn't really help it.

"Oh sweetie, of course. I'm always here, always. You know that right?"

Haylee swallowed the huge lump she had in her throat and nodded.

Artie leaned down and gently kissed the top of her head. "Feel better." he told her as he made her way out of her room and gently shut the door.

Haylee took a sip of the soda her dad brought her, and managed to get herself to calm down.

Later that night Quinn and Artie were in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner.

"So she just got home and started throwing up?" Quinn asked Artie confused and worried.

"Practically, she looked awful. I mean Santana is a horrible driver, we all know that, but I didn't think it'd make her this sick."

"She seemed a little off before she went to the mall today, I feel like she just hasn't been feeling that great, and maybe the driving sent her over the edge."

"You're probably right, I hope she's feeling a little better at least. She hasn't come out of her room in hours."

As the night got later, Artie was about to meet Quinn in their bedroom after saying goodnight to the girls. He kissed Emmy and made his way past Haylee's room. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go in, she was probably sleeping, but he wanted to check on her.

He gently pushed the door open to see that she was out like a light. She had left her nightstand lamp on, so he quietly wheeled over to turn it off. Before his hand reached the lamp he noticed that a few pairs of her socks had fallen on the ground. Her sock drawer was the first drawer in her nightstand so he quickly bent down and scooped the socks up. As he placed the socks in the drawer he felt his hand hit something hard. It didn't feel like the wood that the drawers were made of either, it felt like plastic. Out of curiosity he lifted up what he touched out of the drawer so he could see it. When he looked at it, he felt his heart speed up and his eyes go wide.

No, these couldn't be what he thought they were. This must be some kind of mistake. Maybe he was imagining things? Maybe he was already asleep and this entire thing was just a dream? He knew he was awake. He knew exactly what these were and that everything was real. He couldn't deny it, no matter how badly he wanted to. At a loss of what else to do he quickly turned off the lamp, and kept the plastic circle on his lap as he wheeled out of Haylee's room. As he went down the hall to his and Quinn's bed room, he felt all the nerves shaking violently. As he reached their room he saw Quinn reading her book in their bed.

"Quinn?" he squeaked out.

"Yeah babe?" She answered looking up slightly.

He took a deep breath, "Do you have any idea why I just found birth control pills in our fifteen year old daughter's room?"