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Santana Lopez lifted her arms and grinned widely. It was Thursday afternoon which meant it was Cheerios practice. The pyramid was still for a minute before it started to shake slightly. She looked up from her position near to the top to see Quinn's leg shake . She prayed Coach Sylvester wouldn't see this fault and make them do it again. The twenty girls held their breaths...waiting for the coach to say something.

"Do it again! I don't care if you melt like snowmen in this heat, you will get it right!"

They sighed in unison, all wishing they could wear less...if that was even possible.

Santana got into her starting position, feeling the hot sun on her neck, she looked over to head cheerleader Quinn. The blonde had been acting strangely over the last few days. She had asked what was up but she had just mumbled something about feeling under the weather. She frowned, Quinn noticed this and bit her lip looking away from her.

"From the top people!" yelled the coach through her megaphone.

They started their routine but this time Santana watched Quinn. The girl seemed to be going careful for some reason.

"Santana! Eyes front! Q! Put something in it will you! You look like an empty tea cup!"

Quinn caught her eye again and frowned knowing that she had been watching her. Santana snapped her eyes to the front. There was definitely something wrong and she was determined to find out what...

The phone rang in the care worker's office. It rang for 4 beats then hung up. It went straight to voice mail. A woman's voice started talking, a tinny sound through the little silver speakers.

"hello, it's Alison Pierce. I'm just ringing to confirm our meeting for Saturday morning, if you could ring me back..."

She left a number and hung up. The office was silent once more and a little red light on the answering machine flashed.

It was lunchtime and Rachel was standing on her own under the bleachers in the football field. She was waiting for Quinn to arrive. This morning they had snuck into the bathroom together and made an appointment with the doctor. Quinn needed to find out if she was pregnant and Rachel was going to make sure she went to this appointment. In the back of their minds though, they both knew she was pregnant. She was throwing up all the time and getting cravings for all sorts of foods. She had told Quinn to try and stay calm, act natural, that kind of thing. The blonde wasn't doing a good job though and Rachel knew that people were starting to get suspicious. Especially Santana, who tried to question Quinn about her strange behaviour at breakfast this morning. Quinn was starting to get panicky too and she knew that wasn't good. If she got to upset Quinn could do anything, she could go off the rails and Rachel didn't know if anybody could help her if that would happen. Once Quinn had an idea in her head it was hard for anyone to shift it.

She looked at her watch. It was nearly quarter past 12. They only had an hour for lunch which meant they only had an hour to get to the doctors surgery and back. Fifteen minutes had already past and Quinn wasn't here. She took out her phone, she didn't have any messages. "Rachel?"

She spun around.

"Quinn! Thank god! Come on, we have to go. We only have an hour!" she cried.

She started to drag the blonde off but Quinn pulled back, stopping her.

"I'm scared Rachel, what if I am...pregnant? What would I do then?" she said.

Rachel looked at her. Her eyes were filled with worry.

"We'll get to that when it comes okay, one bit at a time, yeah? One little bit." she said gently. "Firstly, we've got to go to the Doctor and be sure you are. We'll cross the other paths, when or if we get to them, okay?"

Quinn nodded.

"Come on then, we haven't got long." Rachel told her.

Quinn grabbed her hand and they ran across the field as fast as they could.

Mercedes walked down the corridor towards the choir room. It had been a long morning and she was actually looking forward to getting back to the home. She didn't get much privacy or quiet and she was glad to be be alone now, If only for the short walk to the choir room. Classes had been strange this morning. Tina and Artie had been staring at each other and writing each other notes all through English class. In maths, while old Mr Frobisher had been drowning on about equations she had scanned the class for the other teenagers she lived with. Quinn was playing with her pencil looking worried. Santana had been staring at her, but also Rachel had been too. Rachel had even looked worried. Mercedes wondered why, she could all to clearly remember their massive row in front of the whole children's home when they had started high school. They had both received extra chores that week. As she walked into the choir room she spotted her best friend Kurt. He was alone. Nobody had arrived yet.

"Hey Kurt." she greeted.

"Hi." Kurt seemed to mutter.

She frowned sitting on a chair next to him.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothings wrong..." he said.

Mercedes knew that there was something wrong but seeing the look on his face she decided to drop it.

She changed the subject and they talked until everyone else got here. Mr Schuester arrived last and he began to take a register, not that he needed to, there wasn't many people in Glee club.

"Mercedes?"

"Here, Mr Schue."

"Rachel?"

Silence. He looked up over the register.

"Rachel?" he said again.

Everyone looked round even though it was quite clear she wasn't there.

"It's not like Rachel not to be here." Mr Schue said, frowning.

"It's eerily quiet." Kurt nodded.

Everyone shut up to prove his point.

"Was she in class this morning?" Mr Schue asked.

"Yes." Finn replied, a little too quickly.

"Do you think she might have gone home ill?" their teacher went on.

"Ha! You don't go home when you're ill, were we live you'd be happy to stay in school, believe me!" Santana said.

The teenagers nodded. You didn't get much peace at the care home, especially, it seemed, when you were poorly.

"I'm sure she's just late or we'll see her tomorrow."Mr Schue said. He carried on with his register.

"Kurt?"

"Here."

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