A/N Sorry for the slow update. I rewrote this chapter because I was really unhappy with it initially and I'm still not particularly happy with this but i couldnt be bothered to rewrite it a third time. There is hints of Fabrevans in here, but just as friends!Thank you to all my reviewers, keep reviewing please!

The next day Rachel woke up knowing it was going to be a good day. The sun was shining and she was only feeling slightly nauseous, and best of all she'd found a dress hanging in the back of her closet that disguised her burgeoning baby bump. Her hair was shiny rather than greasy and limp and for the first time in weeks she felt beautiful. In fact she was feeling so good that she completely bypassed makeup, something she hadn't done since she was a Freshman. She couldn't help but put it down to the fact that she was feeling so relieved and happy after had happened with Sam yesterday. He hadn't only promised her that he would be there for her, but he had also kissed her! He had kissed her!

So she knew it would be a good day.

It all started going wrong when she went into school. She knew it was her just being paranoid – pregnancy hormones, she was sure – but it felt as though everyone was looking at her, whispering and pointing. Her heart was thudding really hard below her dress and she self consciously pulled the hem down and trained her eyes on the floor to avoid catching anyone's eyes.

She hasn't even made it 200m down the hall when she see's Azimo out of the corner of her eye, anxiously she looks up and gulps when she sees the cup in his hands. She thought Slushying had stopped, no one had been slushied in weeks. She just had time to squeeze her eyes shut when she felt the ice hit her directly in the face. She doesn't even open her eyes or make a move to wipe the slushy off, because it's what happens next that makes her blood run cold.

"That's what happens to sluts who can't keep their legs shut." She hears Azimo say to everyone and she can hear them laughing, all laughing at her. So she just starts crying because she doesn't know what else to do.

She isn't completely sure how long she stands there for, dripping in slushy and crying but she's suddenly aware of someone's voice. Sam, she thinks to herself.

"Rach? Oh shit, Rachel?" She forces herself to wipe her eyes and open them despite the stinging. Sam's standing in front of her but everyone else is sort of gone, which is good because no-one is laughing at her anymore.

"They know." She whispers, shaking and looking and closing her eyes again, "everyone knows."

He's not sure what to say to that, so he settles for kissing the top of her head softly and leading her into the disabled bathroom. After carefully locking the door behind them, he gently tugged her dress over her head. He notes that her underwear is all good and dry, so doesn't need to worry about finding her new stuff. Then he gently wipes the slushy off her face with a damp wad of tissue paper and rinses her hair in the sink. By this point she's no longer crying but she isn't speaking so he doesn't push her. Once he's got the worst of it out of her hair, he hands her his hoodie and she wordlessly slips into it.

"Thank you." She whispers finally as she watches him try to salvage her dress.

He smiles at her and abandons the dress, wrapping her in his arms instead. She allows herself to bury her face into his chest and close her eyes and pretend that she is somewhere far from McKinley High.

She had wanted to go home and sleep and cry but Sam had convinced her to stay in school.

"We need to show them that we don't care what they have to say." He had told her, and she had agreed somewhere along the way, and before she had known what was happening she found herself in Maths, staring down at a page of equations that she couldn't think how to solve.

Sam wasn't in the class, he was somewhere way across school doing Chemistry she was pretty sure and the only other Gleek in her maths group was Santana, who sat directly behind her.

She had been thinking about how everyone suddenly knew that she was pregnant. The only person who knew apart from Sam and Kurt was Quinn, and she wouldn't out Rachel like that, would she? But the more Rachel thought about it, the more it made sense. Quinn was still angry about Finn and Rachel had been the one to out Puck as Quinn's babydaddy last year, so maybe Quinn thought this made them equal?

She was deep in thought when she was poked in the back with a ruler. Recoiling slightly she turned around, ready to tell Santana off for disturbing her when she was in the middle of class. However, Santana was actually smiling at her and on closer inspection of the Latina, Rachel realised she was proffering a note to her. Warily Rachel took the note and turned back around, glancing at the teacher to see if he had noticed the exchanged. He was still snoozing at his desk, so she unfolded the note and read it.

Heard that you got slushied cause you're knocked up. Don't worry, the Bully Whips are all over it.

Feeling tears swelling in her eyes at Santana's newfound thoughtfulness she turned around and gave her a big smile, to which Santana just shrugged and resumed texting on her phone.

After class finally ended she grabbed her stuff and waited for Santana who was languidly retrieving her supplies from her desk.

"Thank you." Rachel said as soon as Santana was walking beside her.

"Don't mention it." Santana said easily, as they walked down the crowded hallways, "they'll eat you alive otherwise."

Rachel was taken aback but smiled as she watched the people who had laughed and pointed at her avert their eyes when she walked by, Santana glaring at anyone whose glance so much as lingered on Rachel a moment too long.

Maybe, she thought to herself, everyone knowing isn't the worst thing in the world.

"Sam."

Startled, Sam looked up and was met with the hazel eyes of Quinn Fabray.

"Yeah?" He looked back down, determined not to get suckered into a conversation with her. Yesterday Rachel had told him all about her conversation with Quinn, and now suddenly everyone knew the situation. Yeah, he wasn't that dumb – it was pretty easy to put two and two together. But at the same time, this was Quinn Fabray. The girl who had babysat his siblings for nothing without complaint and kept his humiliating secret safe for weeks. Was she really capable of this.

"It wasn't me." He met her pleading eyes with what he hoped was a nonchalant stare.

"I didn't tell anyone." Without thinking one of her perfectly manicured hands reached out and touched his arm, forcing him to stay still.

"Whatever Quinn." He shrugged her hand off his arm, slammed his locker shut and started walking down the hallway, ignoring the whispers and stares.

"Sam, you need to believe me." Her voice cracked, "I know what it's like. I wouldn't do that to anyone – not even Rachel."

The rational side of his brain was screaming to ignore her, he knew from experience that she could lie through her pearly teeth, but something about her tone of voice made him stop.

"I believe you."

She blinked a few times and then smiled up at him, reaching up and wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest, just like they had done so many times before.

"I'm here." She whispered into his ear, "for the both of you."

"Thank you." He replied as they pulled away, "it means a lot."

She smiled and turned around, disappearing into the throng of students. Just as he was about to continue on towards his class, he felt a hand on his shoulder and when he turned around he was greeted by Kurt, whose eyes were red and swollen.

"Kurt?" He said anxiously, "What happened?"

Swallowing, the smaller boy choked back a sob.

"I...I'm sorry. I did something bad."

Later that night Rachel was lying on Sam's bed, snuggled into his side while Stevie and Stacey slept on the fold out beds.

"I can't believe Kurt told everyone." Sam murmured softly, playing with strands of Rachel's long hair with his hand.

"I should've known." Rachel sighed dramatically, "He is the biggest gossip I know. But it's okay, we only have another week and a bit of school and then it's summer."

"Nationals." He added.

"New York." Rachel beamed, sitting up with excitement.

"Just think," she begun tracing her fingers up and down his body, "No parents around. Just you and me, all alone in New York city."

He leant upwards and captured her lips in his, as she shifted over so that she was straddling him. Before either realised what was happening, his hands were tangled in her long hair and her hands were caressing his abs under his shirt.

"Sam?" They immediately sprung apart at the sound of Stacey's voice.

Sam stared in horror at little sister who was looking at them rather quizzacly.

"What were you doing?"

He looked desperately to Rachel for help but she avoided his gaze and shrugged helplessly. Turning back to his younger sister he said,

"Well Stacey, you see Rachel here was choking on a gumball, and I," He shrugged modestly, "Saved her life."

He nudged Rachel sharply and she coughed a few times.

"My hero." She croaked hoarsely, trying not to laugh, but as soon as she caught his eyes they both dissolved in laughter, and Sam put Stacey on the bed too and before long she was asleep again.

"A gumball?" Rachel asked incredulously.

"Hey," Sam said jokingly, smiling at her, "It's a very convincing explanation."