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The next day Quinn woke up with realization that this was big day. She closed her eyes. This might be a big day but she was exhausted. Between glee and school and pregnancy she was in a constant state of tired. She forced herself to get up and get dressed. She pulled on her favorite signature baby doll dress, pink with a lace collar. A big day called for a nice outfit. Quinn was three weeks until her due date, three weeks until this baby would be out of her and she could get back to the rest of her life. But for now, she just needed to get out of this house looking not so horrible. She looked at herself in the full length mirror that Mrs. Puckerman had in the guest room and gave a sad little smile at her reflection. The top half was nice, yes. Se was looking that she hadn't really gained any weight anywhere but her stomach. But that stomach... Maybe she would give her old maternity clothes to Rachel. Quinn tried to fight the thought that Rachel would look good in anything.

On the other side of town, Rachel got up and did her morning moisturizing and cleansing routine and, although her queasy stomach was telling her to skip it, her elliptical work out. She loved working out though. She loved the burn in her legs and the sweat on her face. It cleared her mind and she really needed that right now. When the timer beeped she got off. She stood next to the machine for a second and smiled. She felt more at peace and that was worth the fact that Rachel was even more sure she was going to vomit in the near future.

She showered and picked out her favorite outfit. She wanted to look great even if she didn't feel great. While her fathers had always taught her that it was what was in the inside that counts, Rachel believed appearances were important. Maybe not your face or your weight but how you look and if you are clean. After all, what you look like is the first thing casting directors see. And Rachel saw every day as preparation for that moment when she steps in front of Broadway's best casting directors and said 'Hello my name is Rachel Berry and I am auditioning for the role of Fanny Brice'.

She had tried for forever to get over not looking as great as Quinn. She would think that Quinn being pregnant would help with that, however, Rachel was surprised (well not that surprised, when she really thought about it,) that Quinn still looked amazing and beautiful everyday. There were other beautiful girls at William McKinley (Rachel was pretty sure Sue made it a requirement of being a cheerio) but Rachel always came back to look like Quinn. She had always thought Quinn was the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen.

As she headed out the door she glanced quickly at her calendar. She smiled a bit when she realized it was exactly three weeks until Quinn's due date. She couldn't wait to see little Baby Quinn. Quinn was being so great about all of this, she hoped she wasn't causing her too much stress.

While Rachel was already heading out the door, Quinn was just leaving her room. She walked into Puck's room. She wasn't sure why she did this every morning but it had become a sort of habit. Puck got up when he heard her footsteps.

"Hi Quinn." he said groggily

"Hello Puck." she replied with a soft kiss. She smiled sweetly at him. She was trying so hard to love him in a romantic way. She was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be this hard. She should be able to look at him and see a boyfriend not just a friend.

"You gettin' up?" He asked closing his eyes. She was pretty sure he could say anything and he would just nod.

"Yeah, I'll see you in a moment, 'Kay?" He nodded and seemed to drift off back to sleep.

Quinn walked downstairs and began to get breakfast. She was almost done when, lucky Quinn, Puck's mom came down. She forced Quinn to sit while she finished breakfast. Mrs. Puckerman was doing that a lot. Quinn was pretty sure it had very little to do with Quinn and quite a bit to do with the grandbaby growing in Quinn's stomach. Puck's mom hated Quinn. Or at least thats what Quinn thought. In actuality Puck's mom didn't HATE Quinn, per se. She just much preferred that nice Jewish girl that Puck used to date. Quinn, although she wouldn't admit it even to herself, was excited to see what his mom would say when she found out that that same nice Jewish girl was now pregnant as well. Regardless, Mrs. Puckerman made very gross eggs. Quinn wasn't even sure how eggs could be made gross but Mrs. Puckerman managed to do it. Quinn choked down her breakfast with Puck and started to head out the door. Puck grabbed her stuff and carried it outside for her. She sighed. Three more weeks.

Rachel had gotten to school early again. Two whole days, and she had said barely anything to her dads. She hated it. Rachel and her dads were very close. They had always told each other everything. Her dads had been there for everything with Finn. For everything with bullies. Her dads had always known what to say and when to give her a glass of water. She couldn't stand having no contact with them. But she always didn't want to disappoint them. So no contact it was.

Rachel walked the seemingly empty halls. WMHS students didn't tend to be the type that arrived at school early. Often the only other people in the school when she got there were the janitors. She liked the janitors, they always let her rehearse in the auditorium and sometimes they would watch and even applaude. She was almost always the first student at school so she was quite surprised to find Jesse standing at her locker.

"Jesse?" She looked at him as if maybe he wasn't even there. But he was. Rachel didn't really believe in magic. A sixth sense, that she believed in, but ghosts or illusions, not so much.

"Hey Rachel" He replied with a chipper smile that looked like it was ready for the paparazzi.

"What are you doing here?" she asked nervously. She wasn't quite sure why she was nervous. Something about being alone with just Jesse in the poorly lit hallway of William McKinley high school before school started made her stomach uneasy.

"I go to school here. I thought I would say hi to my girlfriend." He said with a slight frown. Jesse was getting tired of Rachel's coldness to him the past few days. He had chosen to date the Rachel that looked at him with starstruck eyes, not the Rachel who looked right past him.

"Right, sorry" She began rummaging around her locker. She wasn't actually looking for anything; she had all of her books in her bag already. She just wanted an excuse to not look at Jesse.

"Is something up with you? You've been acting weird these last few days." He asked. It wasn't as much a question as an accusation.

"I've just been busy." She picked up a file of sheet music and began thumbing through it.

"Alright... Well actually I need you to meet me in the auditorium this afternoon. During study hall. Come alone" With that he left, leaving Rachel feeling sorry and nervous for this afternoon. She felt flustered and off her game, something Rachel hated. She needed a moment to compose herself, she couldn't seem anything less than Rachel Berry perfect to the student population. Any minutes the jocks, and the cheerios would come through the doors and any sign of weakness would get her a slushy. She felt very exposed in the halls so she headed off to History, fifteen minutes early.

Quinn walked, well really waddled, to English. Her usual desk was in the back of the classroom but the teacher, an over protective middle age man whose wife had gone into labour a month early had moved her seat to the desk closest to the door. She sat down and as usual felt eyes on her and more specifically her stomach. Before her pregnancy whenever someone would look at her it would be with awe, with reverence. Now it was with disgust. As class went on it was Quinn's turn to give her oral report. She stood up and started making her way to the front of the class.

"Wait! Quinn, wouldn't you be more comfortable doing the report from your seat?" The teacher asked panicked. Quinn could guarantee that she wasn't going to go into labour during this class period, regardless of where she did her report from. But she just sighed and gave the report from her seat. The same type of thing happened in her other classes. Her math teacher had asked someone else to take her math homework to the front of the class for her and in world studies her teacher called on her to point to something on the map but had someone else go up there and actually point to it. It was beyond frustrating, it was excruciating. She just wanted to yell that she was fine and that's everyone needed to back off.

Rachel had managed to survive history and all of her other morning classes and as she sat with Quinn at lunch she realized how lucky she was to have lunch with Quinn. She could tell Quinn was purposely trying to take Rachel's mind off of the pregnancy and for that she was grateful. They talked about Regionals and set lists and costumes. Quinn thought it was adorable how much passion was in Rachel's eyes as she discussed the pros and cons to headbands. Rachel appreciated someone actually listening to her.

At her study hall, Rachel walked to the auditorium as Jesse had requested. She opened the door and noticed the stage lights were on. She squinted and saw Jesse. But it wasn't just Jesse there. No, it was the entire Vocal Adrenaline. Rachel's heart sank as she realized that Jesse was up there with them, in costume. Before she could fully process, they were singing and dancing, and for a second, Rachel let herself be amazed by their singing. When the song finished Jesse looked right at her.

"I don't know what's going on with you, but I want you to know that we are done. Finished. My transfer papers have been filed and I am back with Vocal Adrenaline. My career is more important than anything and Vocal Adrenaline is a much more talented club. See you at Regionals." Rachel felt her heart pound and she did something she would soon regret.

"I'm pregnant." She said, before running, as fast as she could to the nearest bathroom and locking her self in a stall. Her heart was pounding in her ears, tears streamed down her cheeks, her face felt like it was on fire. She sat in a stall crying for the rest of the day. Not even caring about the classes she was missing.

"It was AWFUL, Quinn! I didn't even let him react. I just ran." Rachel cried into the phone. She was sitting cross legged on her bed. Her pink fuzzy phone was propped between her ear and her shoulder and she was eating vegan cookies from her favorite bakery.

"I'm so sorry, Rach! Do you want me to come over?" Quinn heard the heartbreak in her voice. She knew she needed to be with her. And on a more selfish note, she really wanted to see Rachel. It was funny, it had barely been a couple of hours since she had last spent time with her but she physically missed the other girl.

"That would be great actually. If you know it wouldn't be to stressful for you that is." Rachel was genuinely worried about Quinn. She had been since before she found out about the baby, before they were even friends. She really cared about Quinn. Even when Quinn had hated Rachel, Rachel had always been worried about Quinn, she had never seemed truly happy. That's why Rachel had never hated Quinn for what she had done to her; she had always felt like there was more to Quinn than what met the eye.

"Rachel, I'm not dying. I'm pregnant. And for that matter, so are you so get over it." Quinn flinched at how mean what she said sounded. Sometimes, even when she didn't mean to, the HBIC in her just came out.

"Ugh, thanks for reminding me Quinn." But Rachel didn't take it as mean, she took it as two friends playfully teasing each other, and she loved it. She had never had a friend she could joke with before.

"Sorry but it's true."

"Yeah... I know."

"Okay Rach, you sound seriously depressed. I'm heading over."

"Thank you so much." It was silly but Rachel got out of bed and cleaned up the cookie crumbs. She wanted her room to look nice for Quinn. She even dabbed a bit more make up on.

When Quinn pulled into Rachel's driveway, she knew the way from having egged the house on Halloween the previous year, she felt her heart beating, for no good reason. She ignored it, putting it off as pregnancy hormones (something she had been doing a lot lately), and knocked on the door. She was relieved when Rachel opened the door; she wasn't quite sure she was ready to meet Rachel's dads yet. She wasn't totally sure what Rachel had told her fathers about her but she also didn't really want to find out.

"Hey" Rachel greeted, letting Quinn into her house. Quinn looked around. She loved their house immediately. It had the lived in feel that her house had never had. She saw pictures covering the walls. Rachel's first dance competition, Rachel's first musical, Rachel's first time at a Broadway show. Quinn quickly picked out her favorite; a picture of baby Rachel smushed between her two daddies, each one kissing a different cheek. Little baby Rachel was so Rachel, her eyes already twinkling and a big smile crossing her face. She turned to see current day Rachel, the real one, looking at her like she was a little crazy.

"Hey." Quinn said as meanings of greeting. She quickly realized that she had traveleed her for more than to say hey. "Hey... hey are you okay?" Quinn said looking at Rachel with concerned eyes.

"Yes. I mean I will be. Soon." Rachel smiled. She nonverbally lead Quinn up to her room.

"Yeah... you will. And I for one am very glad that Jesse St. Stupid is out of our lives." Quinn noticed Rachel give a small smile at the name she had given Jesse. It made her feel good, she liked making Rachel smile.

"What am I going to tell the rest of the club?" Rachel knew it was silly to care what other people thought of her. Her parents had ingrained that in her for as long as she could remember. She just really didn't want to have to tell them he had broken up with her. Especially since they had all told her that it was going to happen. She really hated being wrong.

"Just tell them that Jesse, being the ass that he is, left and went back to Vocal Adrenaline. They'll understand."

"I hope you're right." Rachel opened the door to her bedroom. Quinn peered inside and face lit up. She loved the room. Sure, it wasn't exactly her style but it was so perfectly Rachel that she had to love it. From the gold stars hanging from the ceiling to the huge blown up Funny Girl playbill that hung over her bed. She loved being let into a little part of Rachel's private life.

Rachel didn't seem to notice Quinn's awe. She simply sat on her bed and motioned for Quinn to join her. Which Quinn did, very happily. She couldn't stop looking around. The room was not as big as the one she had had with her parents but in comparison to Puck's house, this room was a mansion. And every inch of it was Rachel Berry-itized.

For the better part of two hours the two girls talked about everything ranging from morning sickness to Calculus. Years later, Quinn would look back on those two hours as the moments she really and truly got to know Rachel Berry. Rachel would look back on those two hours as the moments when she realized what it was like to have a someone you could trust, someone you knew believed in you, someone who, even though they weren't your parents or your grandparents or your aunts and uncles, really and truly loved you.

The next day it felt like everything in Rachel's life had changed. Jesse was gone. Quinn had seemingly overnight grown from being a new friend to her best friend. To the rest of the school not much had changed. No one but Quinn and Rachel knew what happened. Mr. Schue made Rachel's life easier by being the one to explain to the club that Jesse had left and was back with Vocal Adrenaline. No one in the club seemed all that shocked, disappointed and blindsided sure, but not really surprised. The only unusual part was he was just all of the sudden gone, like he had fallen off the face of the earth. Only Rachel and Quinn really knew what happened.

As Mr. Schue made his announcement, Rachel was no where to be seen. Mr. Schue didn't even seem to notice. But Quinn did. Quinn who was sitting with Puck and had an awful headache. She had a feeling that the singing wasn't going to help much and she had been trying to find a reason to get out of practice so she hadn't immediately noticed Rachel's disappearance.

Mr. Schue had moved onto rehearsing.

"Rachel-" He started before looking around the room, noticing for the first time that, Rachel wasn't there.

"Does anyone know where Rachel is?" Quinn hopped up, well she wanted to hop up but really she pushed herself up and waddled over to Mr. Schue.

"Mr. Schuester?"

"Quinn, is something wrong?"

"No, no, I was just going to offer to check on Rachel. I know Jesse leaving hit her hard" She said. Actually she lied, Jesse leaving hadn't really hit Rachel all that hard, after a couple of minutes of talking Rachel hadn't even been upset about Jesse. But Quinn knew using the upset teenage girl card would make Mr. Schue let Quinn out of class.

"Alright but be quick, we need to start rehearsing."

Quinn knew exactly were she was. She had figured it out as soon as she left the choir room. She was 99.99% sure Rachel was hiding in a bathroom stall. Quinn had spent so much time in there in the last seven months that it had become second nature to look herself in one of the disgusting stall when she felt too overwhelmed or too upset. However Quinn was wrong. Well not totally. Rachel as in the bathroom, just not hiding.

Quinn walked to the door of the bathroom and heard the noise of a girl puking. She put the piece together and figured out pretty quickly who it was. She opened the bathroom door and found Rachel kneeling over the toilet, stall door open like she had run to make it to the bathroom in time. She quickly moved to hold back Rachel's hair and rub her back.

She remembered her mom doing the same thing for her once when she was very little. She had caught an awful stomach bug and she had been vomiting all day. It was five, and her dad had just come home from work. She remember she was leaning over the toilet while her mom was anxiously saying 'it's okay, Quinnie' over and over again. Her dad had walked in and had been disgusted by what he found. She remembered him yelling at her 'Fabrays do not get sick.' and then telling her mother that found better be on the table in an hour because he was hungry. And then he left. Her mother, with one last awkward 'it's okay, Quinnie' followed him. That's when Quinn realized that any sign of weakness should be hidden from her father. After that whenever Quinn was sick she would spend the night at either Santana's or Brittany's. Both Pierces and the Lopezs seemed to understand and they always took good care of her.

"It's okay Rach... It's okay..." she comforted, trying to be more sincere than her mom had. When Rachel was done she helped her rinse out her mouth and calm her down. Quite a lot of calming was necessary. Rachel Berry did not get sick. She just didn't. Rachel couldn't remember the last time she was sick before becoming pregnant. She knew about morning sickness and all but was sure she wouldn't have it. Whenever Rachel was sick in the past she had gulped down tea and vitamins and it went away. Rachel had a very strong suspicion that neither tea nor vitamin would make morning sickness go away.

"This is awful. I hate this." Rachel muttered, for once not using the vocabulary that she knew was highly impressive.

"Rach, it's going to be okay. Don't worry. And this is just the beginning. Soon barfing won't even be a big deal."

"Thanks Quinn, 'don't worry but you're going to be throwing up a lot.'" Quinn could tell she wasn't actually upset from the little smile on her face.

"Sorry, lets go back to glee. Mr. Schue already dealt with Jesse leaving so you don't need to worry about that."

Rachel and Quinn walked back to glee together. Quinn could tell Rachel was shaking. She was honestly a little surprised. She sung a beautiful song in front of at least 100 people at sectionals and now she couldn't sit with her fellow Glee clubbers and teacher after being dumped by a giant ass? As they opened the door Quinn noticed Puck was looking nervous, however, seemed to be fine when he saw the two pregnant girls. Puck was sweet, he always worried about her and unlike his mother, she knew he cared not just about in daughter in Quinn's uterus but about Quinn.

"Ah great, you're back. Please take a seat." Mr. Schuester requested. Both girls did as they were told and took two seats next to each other in the front row.

"Let's get started, first a matter of business, due to Quinn's-" Mr. Schuester looked around nervously his eyes darting to Quinn's protruding abdomen"erm... Current state, she was not planning to compete this weekend." Puck patted her hand and Rachel cast her a kind look.

"However, due to our recent drop in numbers, Quinn will be needing to compete. Lets see if we can help her to learn the choreo on such short notice." Mr. Schuester continued. Quinn noticed both Rachel and Puck seemed a bit nervous about her competing. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Great, next, lets review the set list for this weekend, we have Finn and Rachel doing the duet; Faithfully, and then the group doing Any Way and Lovin' touching and we finish with Don't Stop. Everyone got that?"

They all nodded.

"Then let's get to work! We have the numbers close to perfect, we just need to work Quinn in. We can do this team. Let's get to work!"