A/N Thank you to my reviewers and everyone who favourited and alerted this story, it means a lot. Updates probably won't be this quick in the future but I just wanted to really test the waters before I wrote several more chapters. In answer to a question, yes this is set after Prom Queen, so all events previous to that episode still stands. It will however incorporate some aspects of Funeral and New York, but not the Sam/Mercedes or Finn/Rachel bits. Please review and inspire me to keep on writing :)

Rachel smoothed down her immaculately pleated mini skirt and took a deep breath.

"Dad, Daddy," She murmured quietly, "I'm pregnant."

Carefully after a moments silence she opened one eye, and relaxed slightly. She blinked at her reflection and gave a small nod of approval to herself. Her hair was shiny and straight, and her eyes looked all doe like, which she hoped would make her seem more innocent to her parents. This moment had to go off without a hitch. Because if anything went wrong then that could lead to something crazy and unpredictable happening and that wasn't in her plan. Things had to go as planned. Smoothing her hair down again she looked herself in the eye in the gilted mirror that hung in her room and gave herself an internal pep talk.

Come on Rachel, you've held your head up high against malicious bullies, endured years of solitary companionship and sung more solo's in glee club than anyone else. You can do this. You can walk down these stairs and tell Dad and Daddy that you're pregnant. It'll be fine. It'll be great. It'll be gur-ate!

Perhaps that last great was too much...

She attempted a dazzling show smile, flicked her hair back and checked her phone. Exitedly she clicked to her inbox thrilled with the prospect of a new message.

Courage. xx

She smiled at Kurt's thoughtfulness and felt a tear slip down her face which she quickly wiped away, so not to ruin her "I'm not wearing makeup" makeup that she had reapplied three times. She looked at herself in the mirror again, stroked her hair and for good measure placed the star of David necklace she had gotten for Hanukah last year around her neck. That should do it, she thought approvingly.

Carefully she headed downstairs and poured two Gin and Tonics and placed them on the table. Then she called her Dad's down and smoothed out her animal sweater as she sat down. She had planned this out last night. She would sit at the head of the table and her fathers on either side. With tear filled eyes she would place a hand on each of their hands and break the news. The drinks were there to help with the inevitable shock that she was sure her confession would bring.

She'd planned meticulously last night, creating endless flow diagrams based on all possible reactions. Aside from the glasses on the table she'd hidden all breakable objects in case her Dad grew violent – it had yet to happen but she'd watched a particularly disturbing movie a few weeks back, where a father had thrown a crystal duck at his son. And their crystal swan was swaroski and she most certainly did not want it thrown any where near her. Then she had removed sharp objects for the same reason. Not that either of her parents had ever exhibited violent tendencies, but you could never be too safe.

"Pumpkin!" Hiram exclaimed as he walked into the room , opening his arms to his daughter.

"Hey Daddy." Rachel replied softly, allowing herself to cuddle into her fathers embrace, and bury her head into his chest. She had always been particularly close with her Daddy, he was the one that she snuggled up with on the sofa to watch musicals with, whilst her Dad would make snacks and roll his eyes at them. She hoped that that wouldn't change because of what had happened.

"What's wrong honey?" Hiram asked, as he looked down at his daughter who was clinging to him for dear life.

Rachel shook her head against his chest before pulling back.

"Sit down Daddy." She said gravely, smoothing her hair down and pulling a chair out for him. He smiled at her quizzically, but obliged her request.

"Where's Dad?" Rachel asked nervously, as she swallowed a lump in her throat and nervously glanced at the stairs.

"He's taking a phone call from his office right now, but he'll be down in a moment pumpkin. You're okay aren't you? Did you do badly in school? Because remember that while Dad and I are very proud of you and your many accomplishments they don't define you. We'll love you whatever."

Rachel nodded and blinked back tears and her Daddy's words.

"I know Daddy. I love you."

"I love you too Pumpkin." Hiram leaned across the table and squeezed his daughters hand, smiling at her.

Just then Leroy entered the room hastily shoving his blackberry into his pocket.

"I'm sorry, I know." He said as he kissed his daughters head and settled down in his seat.

"What's this?" He asked laughing slightly as he gestured to the glasses in front of him and his partner.

"That's a drink. But Dad please be serious, I need to talk you. Both of you." She took both of their hands and a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant." She whispered, squeezing her eyes tight shut. After a moment of silence she opened her eyes, and saw her Daddy staring at her in shock, whilst her Dad was gulping his drink down at lightning speed.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She whispered as she tried to blink back the tears that were swimming in her eyes, "Daddy, please say something." In response he pulled his hand back from hers, causing her to let out a sob.

"I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. I am so, so sorry. Please don't hate me."

"Oh honey." Hiram finally said, standing up, "I could never hate you." He pulled her into a tight hug and she finally let her tears fall as she felt her father's arms holding her tight.

"Hiram." Leroy finally spoke up, "You cannot be okay with this. She is 16 for gods sake."

Rachel looked up to face her dad, "Dad." She whispered breathlessly.

"She is our daughter. How can you say that?"

Leroy rubbed his temples with his hands.

"I need to get to the office."

"Dad...please just-" Rachel said, reaching out towards her father.

"Don't." He said, as he slammed the front door behind him.

"Dont worry pumpkin. He'll come round. Just give him some time." Hiram stroked his daughters hair and headed for the kitchen.

Wordlessly, Rachel followed him, wiping the tears off of her face.

"Sit." He instructed, pointing to a seat at the breakfast bar, where a glass of water was sitting in wait for her.

She sat.

"Pumpkin, how did this happen? You've been single for months?"

"I know." Rachel said, looking down at the granite counter top.

"Is it Finn's? Please tell me it's not the Puckerman boy."

She let out a feeble laugh and drunk deeply from her glass.

"No Daddy, it's not Noahs or Finn's. It's a boy." Nervously she begun gulping down her water, the burning in her throat – or was it her eyes – too much to handle.

"I assumed as much Pumpkin, but can you give me a name?" His voice was soft and coaxing, like he was talking to a petulant toddler, rather than a sixteen year old girl.

"His name is Sam." She finally admitted, looking up at him, "He's in glee club with me."

To his credit Hiram didn't react at all to this revelation, he just nodded slowly.

"And when did this happen? Or was it more than once?" He asked as softly as he could, his eye's never leaving his daughters.

"Just the once." She whispered in a tiny voice, "After prom."

Hiram tried not to show his internal outrage. He has told Leroy that they shouldn't have left her again after that debacle the last time they went, but he had convinced him that she would be fine. Now she was far from it. Pregnant.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I wish I could take it all back."

"I know Pumpkin, but you can't." He leant on the counter, "Now what we need to do is make the best of the situation, do it all properly. You're Dad will come around baby, he's just hot headed – like you. Now, have you been to a doctor yet?"

His voice, so warm and compassionate and comforting almost brought Rachel to tears. Terrified she would cry if she spoke, she shook her head instead and drank the last of her water.

"Okay. Let me talk to someone at the hospital now and get you an appointment." He turned away and made towards the phone, but stopped halfway there.

"Do you know what you're going to do?" He asked, not turning around.

"No." Rachel replied truthfully, "But I'm not going to kill it."

He nodded, and continued on.

The next day Rachel came down to breakfast in a baggy jumper and poorly disguised bags under her eyes. She had spent the best part of last night puking her guts out and all she wanted was to crawl back under the covers, but she knew that wasn't an option. She needed to go to school. And she had to face her Dad sometime.

That was the worst part, she decided, letting her Dads down. All her life she had tried her hardest to make them proud. She excelled in her classes, went running weekly with her Dad, took part in extracurriculars and smiled and socialised at every single dinner party they threw. She wanted them to know that all they had sacrificed for her was worth it. She didn't want to be a disappointment.

"Rachel." She froze upon hearing her Dad's voice. Surely he wasn't going to throw her out like Mr Fabray had? Daddy would have surely talked sense into him? But Dad was a lawyer so perhaps he talked daddy into doing what he wanted, which meant what?

"Morning Dad." Tentatively she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, "Daddy." She said repeating the motion.

"Sit down."

She sat, smoothing out her skirt in an effort to avoid the inevitable conversation.

"I wanted to apologise." Her Dad began, darting a quick look at his partner who nodded encouragingly at him, and smiled at his daughter, "I was out of line last night. You did the right thing by telling us. However, I'm not going to pretend that I wasn't angry, I always expected more from you, but I –we – want you to know that we love you, this doesn't change that, and we will support you in whatever decision you want to make. Okay?"

Rachel didn't even reply, she just shot up out of her chair and flung herself into her father's arm, sobbing against his chest as he smoothed down her hair reassuringly. In that moment, with her father's arms wrapped securely around her, things didn't seem so bad.

She got into school at around noon. After a tearful conversation with her parents, things were looking a lot better. They'd taken her to the doctor who had been very nice, and complimented her on her flawless performance in last years community theatre show of Fiddler on the Roof. Rachel had beamed brightly, and answered all her doctors questions. She was told that she was 6 weeks pregnant and due in December. But then they had listened to the heartbeat, and that faint thudding had made her eyes wells up all over again, because it made it real. She was going to be a mother, and this little thing inside her was going to be a baby, her baby. That was when she realised she needed to tell Sam. He needed to know, to feel what she was feeling, he deserved that.

So when she arrived at school, rather than heading to 5th period Spanish, she ditched for the first time of her life and instead headed to the football pitch where she knew a practice was taking place. She had dated Finn for most of the year, so she wasn't a stalker, just an attentive girlfriend.

Sure enough he was there, laughing with Puck over something as they took a water break. She was never too sure what they did at football practise, even after many hours of careful observation, but she knew that they did really hard work because Finn was always complaining about how wiped out he was after a practice. She never quite understood that as he sometimes complained even when all he had done was charge a punching bag a few times.

She debated internally the best way to approach him, because she had yet to make a plan. All of this was rather impromptu, brought on by the beautiful heartbeat she had heard earlier.

"Sam." She called out from the side, waving slightly, "Sam." She tried again a little louder.

Finally, after garnering no response she marched right out on to the football pitch and stopped in front of Puck and Sam, her hands planted firmly on her hips, and her lips all pouty.

"I've been calling you Sam." She said, bypassing any social norms, as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Uh, sorry." He ran a hand through his shaggy hair, "I didn't hear you."

Puck just shrugged, Rachel looked pissed and the last thing he wanted was to get on her bad side.

"I need to talk to you." She said, not even looking at Puck.

"Talk?" Sam repeated nervously. They hadn't really spoken since Prom, and honestly he'd been feeling kinda bad lately. He'd known from his former friendship with Finn that Rachel really valued her virginity and all, and even though she'd been all for it at the time, he couldn't help feeling as though he'd kinda used her. I mean, it was her first time and it was his, well he wasn't really sure any more. I mean, he wasn't like Puck or anything, but he was no Finn either. There had been an awkward encounter or two before he'd moved to Lima, and then there had been his brief fling with Santana. But when Rachel had looked at him with those big doe eyes like she trusted him more than anyone else in the world, he'd felt all melty, if that made sense. Then afterwards when she saw him around school she would give him these smiles, and he'd been worried that she wanted something more and he just wasn't sure he could take any more responsibility right now, so he'd started trying to avoid her, which had worked until now.

"Yes. In private." She raised her eyebrows at Puck, and he scampered away, leaving them alone.

"The bleachers?" Rachel asked, and without waiting for a response began walking, while Sam trailed behind her like a little lost puppy dog.

Once they were both situated, Rachel turned to look at him and couldn't help but smile.

"What?" He asked nervously, meeting her gaze, "Do I have something on my face?"

She shook her head, and closed her eyes for a moment.

"Sam." She looked up at him and didn't take her eyes off of his, "I'm pregnant."

He froze. He felt like the world had stopped moving. This couldn't be happening. He looked at her, and her mouth was moving but he couldn't hear anything, it was all just white noise. She was pregnant. How could this have happened? What was he going to do? He was living in a freakin Motel, he couldn't do this right now.

Eventually he pulled himself back to reality, and found her staring directly at him.

"Sam." She said calmly, resting her dainty hand on his thigh.

"I can't." He whispered hoarsely, standing up quickly, her hand falling away, "I can't do this right now."

Then he turned and left.

She sat there for a while on her own, contemplating this new turn of events. Sam didn't want to be involved. So if she did keep it, she would be alone. A single mother. Her baby wouldn't have a Dad. Fathers day would come around, and they would look up at her and it would be just like Mothers day was for her. For some reason this made her feel overwhelmingly sad, and she threw her head in her hands and started to sob.

"Rach?"

She looked up, her sight blurry from the tears and made out the familiar sight of a football player.

"I saw you crying. Are you okay?"

Wiping away her tears, she threw herself into his arms and buried her head in his chest, as he wordlessly held her.

"Finn," She wept, "Take me home."