QUINN'S POV

I hastily rounded a corner, keeping my eyesight high as I searched for Rachel Berry, one half of the object of my anger. I was pissed-no, furious. Who did she think she was to just start hanging around my boyfriend? Did she think it wasn't obvious to me the way she's always watching him?

Not to mention how fed up I am with Finn right now-I was so sick of seeing him fawn over her all the god damn time, and his recent little stunt where he requested to work on the duets with Rachel didn't exactly help his case, either. I don't know what's been up with him or manhands lately but I was going to set the fucking record straight.

Finn Hudson was mine and only mine. He was my boyfriend, he was the father of my child, and he was my ticket to getting the hell out of this fucking place. When he gets that football scholarship, which he will, I'll be the one to reap the benefits of being with him. I'll be the one at Ohio State University or whatever stupid college he gets into, cheering him on during games with our baby. I'll be the one in the gorgeous two car garage house and the football star husband. Not Rachel Berry. She can keep her stupid Broadway dreams but she couldn't take away my own of having a perfect life.

I felt my face heating up from all the anger I had inside. I didn't know it was possible to be this mad, but I guess it is when you're at risk of having the only thing that can get you back to a normal life taken away from you by some freak. What did Finn even see in her? He was popular, captain of the football team, dating the head cheerleader; he had it all! Rachel, on the other hand, had to be among the bottom of the barrel. Either Finn was really stupid or he needed a serious charity case for community service credits.

"Berry!" I shouted when I found her at her locker. She stopped fumbling with the dial and turned to me, a look of shock on her face. "Who do you think you are?"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"I'm going to tell you this and I'm only going to tell you this once," I stopped abruptly a mere foot away from her, making sure to keep my glare on her stronger than ever to get my point across. "Finn is mine, do you understand? Mine. I don't know your angle here, Berry, but I don't like it. You better back off of my man."

Her expression of shock turned into a hard look of disgust. "Angle? Quinn, I can assure you that there is no angle whatsoever involved in mine and Finn's relationship; we were cast as partners for duets and we are just doing our assignment. Perhaps we've striked up a bit of a friendship as well but it poses absolutely no threat to what you and Finn have."

"I don't care what you say, I told you to stay away from him and that's final."

"And if I don't?"

"Are you seriously doubting that I wont make your life a living hell?"

Rachel's lips formed a hard thin line and she seemed as if she was thinking about saying something but she turned back to her locked to fumble with the dial, not speaking another word. It's about time she kept her mouth shut.

"That's what I thought." I said as I left my post at her locker, continuing my rampage toward the library. I needed to thumb through a few books to brush up on some knowledge for my big test in History tomorrow. I had to make sure I kept my grades up this year, it was crucial.

As I turned another corner, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket and flipped it open. It was a text from Puck.

cmon cant we just work this out over a make out session? it was just some texts, didnt mean ANYTHING. you and the baby are what i want.

I rolled my eyes as I read his message. He had to be kidding me-there was no way I was even going to attempt to be with him, not after I had found him sending dirty texts and naked photos of himself to Santana right when I was laying next to him in bed. I had really thought that maybe Puck and I could work out, but after that, I lost faith in that idea. It was back to Plan A, which consisted of being with Finn.

I flipped my phone shut and put it away, not even bothering to answer him. I'd see him in glee club if not back at his house since I was still staying with him after being kicked out. Although now that I thought about it, since Puck and I were a definite no go, maybe I should tell Finn I had been kicked out so that I could stay with him at his house.

No, that's not a good idea because Puck and his big jealous mouth will tell Finn that I was staying with him, or worse... who the actual father was.

I sighed. Maybe I should just keep this facade up with Puck a little longer, that way it wont be so awkward having to stay with him. Besides, he'll probably give me more money for the baby if I'm with him, which God knows I need. These bills are expensive.

I'll just use him until everything gets worked out-then I'll ditch Puck and be with Finn 100% after the baby is born and I can get Finn to sign his name on the birth certificate.

I smiled smugly to myself at my plan. Perfect.

"Hey Quinn!" I spun around to find Finn actually trying to catch up to me, a cheerful expression plastered on his face. What was he so happy about? "Where you running off to in a hurry like that?"

I stopped for a moment, contemplating whether to start off our conversation with me answering his question or with me ripping him a new asshole. "I want you to stop hanging around Berry, got it?"

Finn's cheerful expression fell. "What's your deal with her, Quinn?"

"Besides the fact that I hate her? Nothing."

"She's my friend. I'm not going to just stop hanging out and talking to her because you don't like her. You need to realize that." he argued, actually thinking he was going to get through to me. Little did he know I couldn't care less. "She's nice to me, and she doesn't make fun of me like you do all the time. You know, she's actually even trying to help me out with college, trying to help me decide what I want to do! Stop being so selfish, Quinn."

I scoffed. "Selfish? Selfish is you wasting precious time that you could be spending with me and your unborn child, Finn. Selfish is you worrying about what you're going to do when I don't even have a choice." I played the pity card, knowing that it would work.

"Quinn-"

"This is all your fault," I motioned toward my belly. "And you better fix it."

Finn furrowed his brows in concentration, as if he was trying to hold back from starting a full blown argument in the hall. "I will."

"You can start by not talking to Rach-"

"So how's the baby?" Finn cut me off mid-sentence. "You have a doctors appointment to check up on it today, don't you? What time should I pick you up?"

I crossed my arms. "I want to go alone."

"What? Why?"

"Because I just do, alright?" I didn't feel like coming up with some lame excuse on why I didn't want Finn to tag along with me to the baby doctor. The truth was that I figured if I was going to make up with Puck for now, then bringing Puck along with me instead of Finn would probably be a good idea.

"Fine, well... is there anything I can do?"

"I need more money."

Finn's eyes widened. "More money? I-I just gave you everything I had on Saturday!"

"That was nothing," I hissed. "Babies cost money, Finn. That money you gave me only paid for the bills that were past due over the last couple of months. I'm going to need a lot more."

"I don't have-"

"We've already had this conversation, Finn. I don't care what you have or don't have. Be a man and find a way to get it! You have so many of those stupid fucking video games of yours, why not sell those? It'd probably do you some good to get outside a bit more anyway. It'd help get rid of that baby fat of yours."

Finn frowned, one of his hands crossed over his chest to rub the other arm nervously. Finn was shy about his weight and I knew that making him feel uncomfortable would at least get him to shut up. "Okay."

"Good. I have to go before the bell rings, I'll see you in glee club."

I turned on my heel and hurried off in the direction of the library, leaving Finn to stand alone in the middle of the hallway looking awkward and lost.

I sighed as I pushed the door to the library open. My life was full of way too many ups and downs at the moment, the worst of them all having to possibly be getting kicked off the Cheerios because of my pregnancy. Thankfully with Finn still my boyfriend and quarterback of the football team, my popularity stayed with me for the most part.

"Excuse me, but can you tell me where your glee club would be?"

RACHELS POV

I was the first person in glee as usual when the bell rang and everyone began to pour inside, taking their usual seats. Mike, Artie, Santana... then Finn, scanning over the few rows of chairs until his sights were set on me. He gave me a nervous smile and headed towards the empty seat next to me. I looked down, not wanting to make eye contact. Quinn made herself clear.

"Hey, sorry about running out like that yesterday. I uh, I was just in a hurry." Finn explained himself for yesterday's actions. I just nodded and kept my eyes on my shoes. I heard the chair next to me creak when Finn sat down. "Rach?"

I didn't answer.

"Hey, what's up? Why wont you talk to me?" I felt his hand on my shoulder and I flinched, not expecting for him to touch me. "Are you okay?"

"We shouldn't be talking, Finn," I whispered as I peered around the room to see if Quinn was there. She wasn't. "Quinn wants me to stay away."

Finn pulled his hand back and I looked over at him. He seemed irritated. "So you're seriously going to listen to her?"

"She's your girlfriend, Finn."

"She's also controlling and hateful. You're my friend, Rachel. I'm not going to let her ruin our friendship. I like what we've got."

A small smile forced its way onto my lips. "I do too... but she said she'd basically torture me if I didn't keep away from you."

"Nothing is going to happen, I'll make sure of it." Finn assured. "I promise."

I nodded and then furrowed my brows together in confusion. "Hey, what's with the hoodie? You weren't wearing that when I saw you earlier, and it's so hot in here-are you hiding a bomb or something?" I joked. Finn's face turned a bit red.

"It's kind of chilly. There's a draft."

"You're sweating."

"Doesn't mean anything."

"Finn," I unzipped his jacket and pushed it off of him forcefully, causing him to cross his arms across his stomach in turn. It clicked. "You're kidding, right?"

Now it was his turn to look at the floor nervously. "She said I should get rid of the 'baby fat'."

I grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards me. "Finn, don't listen to anything she says."

"But she's right. I mean, I know I'm not fat, but... you know. I'm heavier than most of the guys. It's kind of embarrassing." he whispered. I rolled my eyes.

"She's just hateful, you said it yourself!"

"It's still true though."

"It doesn't mean it's a bad thing though."

He looked at me as if I were crazy. "Not a bad thing? Girls don't like this," He motioned toward himself. "They like, you know... guys like Sam. Have you seen him without his shirt? He's like a friggin' Greek god!"

I laughed. "Yes I've seen him."

"So you agree?"

"I think you look better."

Finn's eyebrows perked up in interest. "You've never seen me shirtless, though."

I gave him a sneaky grin. "Well maybe I will soon."

Finn went to counter my prediction when Quinn walked into the room, a familiar face hot on her heels. My attention on Finn instantly dissipated. "This guy was looking for the glee club so I brought him here. He said he had to talk to someone or whatever."

"Jesse?" I asked rhetorically. Finn spun around to face the front of the room, focusing on the tall boy next to Quinn. "What are you doing here?"

"You left this in the auditorium the other day. I figured I'd return it." Jesse held up a white and blue pen. I furrowed my brows; the pen wasn't familiar at all.

"Are you sure? I don't remem-"

"Can I talk to you in the hall for a second?" he interrupted. I nodded and stood up, only to be held back by Finn.

"You can't go, glee club is about to start!" Finn reasoned. He didn't look as if he was actually worried so much about glee, though.

"It'll only take a few minutes." Jesse assured him. I pulled my arm from Finn's grasp, shooting Finn and incredulous glance. Finn was definitely not happy at the moment.

I followed Jesse out the door and shut it behind me when we were both in the hallway. It was quiet and empty, save for the few students here and there who were rushing to get to class.

"That's not my pen," I decided to get straight to the point. "So what is your actual motive?"

Jesse smirked, his green eyes shining in the dim hallway light. "You're quick, Berry."

"Are we addressing each other by last names now?"

"I just wanted to see you." he ignored my last statement.

"I don't understand." I said, unsure of the situation.

He sighed. "I know it might seem strange, but I really just wanted to see you and talk to you again. When you came to my school on Friday there was this spark." He paused, allowing his smirk to show itself once more. "I'm sorry if I'm coming on too strong but that's just the way Jesse St. James does it. I'm very straight forward, I don't hold back. It's what makes me so notorious on the stage."

I felt as if I was speaking to the male version of who I was a year ago; cocky, self-absorbed and overly sure of my abilities. Was I this bad? How embarrassing. "While I'm charmed that you felt some sort of 'spark' and that you're confident enough to come seek me out in person at my own school, there's nothing else more for us to discuss. I brought it to your attention the last time we spoke that it'd be unjust for us to associate with each other when we're competing."

Jesse frowned. "I'm not trying to spy on you, you know."

"That may be so, but I'm not taking chances."

His smirk fell from his face and he crossed his arms over his chest. "I just want to get to know you."

"I'm flattered, but I meant what I said." I stood my ground. Jesse may be handsome and talented, but there was no way that I would be interested in a man who was so cocky and, not to mention, my competition. "Might I remind you that we can become acquainted once we're not competitors, although we'd be nothing more than friends."

Jesse chewed at his lip for moment before he grabbed the white and blue pen from his pocket and reached for my hand, pulling it toward him. He began to scribble on the palm of my hand.

"Excuse me but do you mind-"

"This is my number," he cut me off once more. "If you ever change your mind just give me a call, okay?"

I pulled my hand back out of his grasp when he was finished. I nodded. "If that means you wont show up here again unannounced, then alright."

"Hey Rachel, sorry I'm late. I got held up in Sue's office," Mr. Schue panted as he hurried down the hall towards where I was standing with Jesse. "Oh, hi there. Are you here to try out for the glee club? We could always use new members."

"No, he was actually just leaving." I answered before Jesse could even think of an answer. Mr. Schue frowned.

"Oh alright. Well if you change your mind, feel free to drop by anytime!" Mr. Schue offered before disappearing into the room. Jesse flashed me a thoughtful grin and I caught on to him before he could even finish the thought.

"No. Go."

"I didn't even sa-"

"Jesse."

"Fine fine, okay." he huffed, giving his head a quick shake to fix his hair. "Jesse St. James. Exit, stage right." he joked. I rolled my eyes.

"This isn't a stage, Jesse!" I called out to him as he made his way down the hall.

I heard him chuckle before answering back with, "The world is my stage."

I smiled and shook my head as I watched him leave. He was certainly something else. I went to peak inside the room through the window that was on the door to see Finn staring right at me with a not-so-pleasant look on his face. If I didn't know any better, Finn was definitely jealous of Jesse and I talking.