Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor anything to do with it. I just like to play with the storyline.
The drive took about fifteen minutes, but they reached the edge of town where a small lake sat. Sam parked his truck then went around the other side to help Rachel out. He pulled her around to the back end and hopped up, helping her as well.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked her once they were settled. He had a blanket already in the back and grabbed it to wrap it around the both of them. He pulled her close and kept his arm wrapped around her.
Rachel was quiet for a long time. She just stared at the sky above them, thinking. After about twenty minutes she finally spoke.
"I think I'm ready to tell you what happened Sammy."
Sam let out a long breath and tightened his grip on her. "You don't have to Rach, only if you're ready. I don't wanna push you," he assured her.
"No, I'm ready. I need somebody to know. Then, maybe it won't be so hard," her voice cracked toward the end.
"Okay, I'm listening," he promised.
Rachel took a deep breath before starting.
Rachel had just gotten back home from her trip to New York. While she was there she had been feeling a little off. She felt as if she had the flu but knew better. She'd only been sick once, and that was when she had her tonsils out.
She waited for her daddies to be gone the next day and went to the doctors. She had called and made an appointment before she left New York to make sure she had a spot.
After being called into the room, she waited about five minutes for the doctor.
"So Miss Berry, I see you said you're experiencing stomach pains, bouts of nausea, and dizziness?" he asked as he looked over her chart.
"Yes sir. I started feeling this way about a week ago while on vacation. I never get sick, and so I decided to take immediate action when I arrived home. I hope this is just a stomach bug or something because I am starting my senior year in a few weeks," she rambled on nervously.
"Miss Berry, please calm down. We need to run a few tests but everything should be fine. Now, if you could follow me?" he motioned to the door.
An hour later, Rachel walked out of the doctor's office in a daze. Those tests can't be right. Pregnant.
'But they are' a voice in the back of her mind told her.
Shaking her head of those thoughts, Rachel got in her car and drove home. How could she tell Finn? Surly he would think she was pulling another Quinn scandal on him. But she would never do that.
Her daddies' cars were still gone so Rachel went to her room and lay on her bed to take some calming breaths. She knew she had to tell Finn soon, but how? She decided to get it over with now, rather than later. Grabbing her keys, Rachel made her way to her car once more and drove to the Hudson-Hummel household. She noticed only Finns car was in the driveway and was happy about this. He had given her a spare key for moments like this and quietly letting herself in. As she walked toward his bedroom, she could hear the distinct sound of moaning. More particularly, two different pitched moans. Before Rachel knew what she was doing, she ran to Finn's door and shoved it open. What she saw, she wished she hadn't.
There was Finn, on top of the body of Quinn Fabray. He was thrusting in and out of her, not even noticing Rachel standing in the doorway.
Rachel stood there speechless for a moment before making her presence known. "Finn? How could you!" she screamed. Quinn looked over at Rachel with a smirk on her lips while Finn looked like he had just swallowed something sour.
"Rachel! Shit! Why are you here?" he quickly pulled out of Quinn, wrapping a sheet around his lower body.
Rachel quickly backed away as he came toward her. "No Finn, stay away from me. I came here to tell you something important but apparently you have other things you need to tend to," she spoke harshly. When he tried to talk, she cut him off. "We are over Finn Hudson, and if I never see your face again, even then will be too soon. Screw you," she ran out of his house and to her car. She drove to the first place she could think of.
She quickly walked the distance from her car to the front door and knocked. After a few moments, the person answered. He looked at her and knew something was wrong instantly. "Princess, what is it?" Noah asked, gathering her in his arms and pulling her in the house. Finally, the tears came and she broke down.
"H-he was sleeping with Q-Quinn!" she wailed, slamming her fists into his chest. Noah quickly pulled her to the couch and into his lap. He started rubbing her back while she cried. After a good fifteen minutes, she became quiet and he looked to see she had cried herself to sleep. Shifting her so he didn't wake her, he put her on the couch and pulled a blanket over her. He moved himself to the arm chair across from her and decided to wait for the rest of her explanation before he went to pound Hudson's face in.
Rachel came back from her story and looked at Sam's face. He had an impassive look which unnerved her.
"Sammy, what are you thinking?" she asked quietly, scared.
He turned toward her and pulled her into his chest. "I am so sorry Rach, how anyone could do that to you…" he trailed off before he upset her. He wanted nothing more than to kill Hudson in that moment. And Quinn. Who the fuck does something like that?
Rachel let out a nervous chuckle. "All of that, and that's all you get?" she asked.
Sam took a moment to think back on her story. After a moment it dawned on him. "Oh shit, Rach… but… is that why you got that look? What happened to the baby?" he asked quietly.
"I guess I'll get to that next," she muttered.
Rachel woke up a few hours later in an unfamiliar place. She bolted upright and immediately regretted it. She looked around and saw she was at Noah's and went straight to the bathroom down the hall from the sitting room. She started emptying the contents of her stomach, which wasn't much. A moment later, Noah came in and held her hair back for her. After she had finished, he flushed the toilet for her and helped her up, helping her back to the living room. He left her on the couch and ran to the kitchen to get her a glass of water.
"Thank you," she said hoarsely as she took a sip.
"So, when are you due?" he asked her. Immediately she started sputtering and almost choking on her water.
"Excuse me?" How did he know? She hadn't told him! She hadn't even told Finn! "What are you talking about?" she demanded.
"Princess, Q went through the same thing. I know that you're pregnant. Bet it's Hudson's too isn't it? And that's why you went over there." He stated. When she nodded her head in confirmation, he continued. "Rae, you know I'm gonna be here for you even though that little nugget isn't mine. You're my best friend, I'm gonna help you out," he came over to her side and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her tight and felt her start shaking with tears. Noah immediately started reassuring her in any way he could.
"So after I had calmed down, I went home. Noah came over every day and helped out just as he promised. But one day almost a month later when he was busy, and it was storming out. I had to check the mail because I didn't want my daddies seeing the doctor bill yet. I ran out to get it and the steps were slippery from the rain and well…" she trailed off, tears forming in her eyes.
Sam didn't know what to do. He pulled her even closer than before and started stroking her hair, assuring her he was there for her. He didn't know personally how hard the situation was but he wanted to understand.
After a few minutes she pulled back and looked Sam in the eyes. "Sammy, it hurt so bad. I was in the hospital for a week. Noah had come by to check on me after I hadn't answered my phone. He found me and called an ambulance but it was too late," she choked on the last part. "When I woke up, my daddies and Noah were there, their faces devastating. I knew instantly I had lost my baby. That's when I knew I wouldn't be the same. I won't ever be the same. Noah helped me through it all. That's why right now it's also harder to talk about this. He's so mad at me. He told me he loved me and I broke his heart!" she started crying again, tugging on Sam's shirt. He started to feel bad. If he hadn't of made his feelings known for the tiny diva, Rachel wouldn't be as upset as she was. He needed to talk with Puck. But right now, he needed to comfort the broken girl in his arms.
A/N: I've already started on the next chapter but I won't be posting it until sometime next week. Hope you enjoyed this