Thank you for all the reviews, subscriptions, and putting this under your favorite stories! For those of you who were anxious about that, St. Berry will be coming up soon, but I have to set the whole premise up first.

Tina's POV

Quinn forcibly hooked our arms together and tried to pull me towards the CVS. If Quinn wasn't pregnant, her effort probably would have been successful. But in her current state, my ninja-goth skills prevailed. I unhooked our arms and started to run in the other direction.

"Tina," Quinn whined, "Come on. Please just do this for Rachel."

"Not to be rude, Quinn, but since when have you cared about Rachel?"

"Don't try to get around this, shy girl. This will be good for you. It will help you learn some basic social skills. Just follow my lead."

I stayed put for a moment; how could I do this? I'm just a shy goth, how could I ever have the confidence to buy a pregnancy test?

"My lead is going this way, Tina."

"Fine," I muttered as I dragged my feet towards the store.

I froze up once we entered the store, hardly anyone was there, and I suddenly felt a need for Rachel's rape whistle. Claiming that she could still take an attacker down, Quinn lead me away from the front door and into an aisle with many different types of pregnancy tests. We had trouble picking one out, but finally we both decided on the one in the box with a gold star on it. Quinn practically had to drag me over to the cashier. I silently prayed that our cashier would ignore one of our two items. It was OK if he saw Quinn's bacon.

"Another one bites the dust," muttered the cashier, looking at our "gift" for Rachel.

"Excuse me?" growled Quinn.

"No, it's OK Quinn, I-

"No Tina, it is NOT OK. You will apologize to me, my baby, this fine young Asian lady next to me, and her child which she may or not have, or I will go have a nice talk to your manager about this unsatisfactory service!" yelled Quinn.

"Calm your hormones, party girl. I see that you've taught your other friend a lesson. When will she have a bump as big as yours?" fired back the cashier.

"Did you just say that to me? No, no, no. Nobody talks to Quinn Fabray like that. Why don't you try having a bowling ball in your stomach? Or dealing with hideous stretch marks? I don't think you would like it very much, Mr. Jesus. You see this cross on my neck, it symbolizes my religion. I have values, you know. Just because I made mistakes, does NOT make me a bad, irresponsible person. I don't go around jumping pants, and neither does my friend Tina. Apparently, you're not smart enough to understand that. I pity you. You probably still live with your mom, right? Well, why don't you tell her that she FAILED YOU!"

"I… uuh… I'll check this out for you," whispered the cashier.

"Yes, you should. And perhaps we should get those items for free due to this horrid service," I said assertively.

"Fine, but nobody tells the manager."

We nodded in agreement, took our items, and walked out of the store. Quinn complimented me on my brief moment of confidence. She said that I WAS learning from her, just not by getting pregnant. Then we hopped into her, well actually Puck's car, and then started driving off towards Rachel's house.

Rachel's POV

Quinn and Tina quietly snuck into my house and up to my room. Well, Tina was quiet. Quinn's waddling made it hard for her to have stealth.

"Here you go, Berry," said Quinn, handing me the pregnancy test.

"Thank you guys. I'll go take the test and tell you guys the results in a couple minutes, OK?" I asked.

Quinn and Tina nodded as I hurried off towards the bathroom. I opened the box and felt a wave of cold fear. What if I was pregnant? No, I couldn't be, I told myself. Rachel Berry would NEVER fall pregnant at the age of 16. Five minutes later, I tip-toed back into my room. Tina and Quinn looked at me expectantly.

"Well…" said Tina.

"I practically abused someone at the CVS register for you, just tell us the damn results," commanded Quinn.

"I-I-I… I'm pregnant," I cried.

Quinn and Tina were immediately hugging me. Tina was rubbing my shoulders and trying to calm me down while Quinn sat me down on my bed and kept whispering that it was going to be OK. Once my crying died down enough for us to talk, Tina indirectly made an inquiry on who the father was.

"Well, Finn is actually going to be father, after all," whispered Tina.

Quinn glared at Tina for a moment, but then recovered.

"I'm sure he'll be glad that Puck isn't the father," chuckled Quinn.

"Yeah about that…" I mumbled

"It's NOT Finn's baby?" whispered Quinn, harshly.

"Well it's not like I cheated on him or anything, we're not even dating," I said. After one look at Quinn's face, I knew I had made a mistake.

"I'm sorry, Quinn, I didn't mean it like that!"

"It's OK, Berry. I did cheat on Finn, and I regret hurting him like that everyday. I regret that our relationship ended that way, but I can't say I regret our relationship ending. We weren't right for each other… I always thought you were right for him, and maybe you are. But seriously, who is the father?"

"Jesse," I sniffled.

"Jesse St. James?" asked Tina.

"Yes, the same one who threw eggs at my face and everything. He got me pregnant the day you and Mike did your dance, Tina."

"I am going to go KILL him!" fumed Quinn.

"It's half my fault that I'm pregnant."

"He egged you," growled Quinn.

"He didn't know I was pregnant."

"He still egged you, Rachel," murmured Tina.

"Just please don't confront him. Promise me that you won't Quinn."

"I promise," said Quinn through gritted teeth.

I sighed in relief. Quinn had turned out to be a nice girl, but she could be very vicious when she chose to be. At least I knew that she wasn't going to go on and bite Jesse's head off. I couldn't deal with any drama like that. Little did I know that I should have made Tina promise, too.

Thanks again guys! I don't think this chapter is as good as the first one. I may or may not post chapter 3 later today. Please review!