Here is chapter 9! (finally) Sorry that it took a few days to update. I'm going to start trying to update about once a day. I do not own glee or Care story shall now commence:

Rachel's POV

This is it. Regionals. The show New Directions has worked so very hard for. Everything is on the line. Glee club, stardom, Broadway-

"Rachel."

Tony awards, college, popularity-

"Rachel!"

Music, expression, Jesse, baby-

"RACHEL!"

"Huh? Oh sorry, Jesse, I must have just gotten distracted," I said while trying to force myself to focus on his face.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine Jesse," I lied. How could I be fine with so much at stake?

"Rachel, you're a fantastic actress but you can't lie to me. What's wrong?"

"I'm just worried about… everything. This is important Jesse. How we place at Regionals will have a HUGE impact on our futures. All three of our futures!" I rambled, knowing that Jesse would catch onto who the third person was.

"You guys will do phenomenally. You just need to calm down, honey. Remember, you're pregnant," he said, whispering the last sentence.

"I'm FINE. And you don't have to keep reminding me. I'm constantly being given reminders of my condition."

"Alright guys, we don't have much time, so we better get to it!" yelled a fired up Mr. Shuester as we walked into our backstage room. All the other member filed in. Luckily, Mr. Shuester was able to get a student of his to be Quinn's sub instead of Jacob, in exchange for extra credit in Spanish class.

"Coach Jesse, Coach Quinn, please come join me up here. That is, Quinn if-

"Mr. Shue, I can walk. Seriously, everyone, you don't have to ask me if I can stand up every time you need me," laughed Quinn as she waddled up and stood behind Jesse, who promptly held out a chair for her. She rolled her eyes as she sat down.

"OK, guys. I want all of you to breathe. I'm serious, guys, you all need to breathe. Some of you look you're about to pass out. In and out, in and out. TINA!"

Tina's face was frozen in panic. After a few loud seconds of commotion, Artie was able to thaw her out. Both he and Mike shot her concerned looks afterwards, but she mouthed that she was fine.

"Now that everyone is OK-

"Ow," mumbled Quinn. Normally everyone would have continued on and only Puck would have asked if she was OK, but given her condition, everyone panicked.

"Quinn," yelled Puck as he made his way towards her, "is it Beth? Is she coming? NOW?"

"Quinn? It's your turn to breathe! Let's get you to Puck's car," said Mike.

"Now? Are you in labor?" asked Mr. Shuester.

Santana and Brittany chattered excitedly while Rachel buried her head in the couch; she was going to have to go through labor eventually.

"I'M FINE EVERYONE! SHE JUST KICKED REALLY HARD!" shouted Quinn over all the noise.

"I don't believe you," said Puck.

"Coach Quinn, if you're having you're baby now, I would really like to know because the signs of labor are very important things for me to know," said Jesse.

"Puck, Jesse, I'm not in labor! Mr. Shuester, please continue. YES I'M SURE!" shrieked a frustrated Quinn.

"Umm… OK. I know that everyone is nervous, but you guys have worked so hard for this. Just go out there, work hard, and have fun! I kind of forgot what I was going to say because of the incident with Quinn and her baby, so do the assistant coaches have anything to add.

"I do," said Jesse, "First of all I know that several of you don't trust me, but I-

"MOST of us don't trust you," corrected Mercedes.

"I sure don't!" growled Finn.

"Thank you for you're input, Finn and… um

"Mercedes," mouthed Rachel.

"Mercedes. I know it will take a long time for me to prove this to all of you, but I AM committed to New Directions and its members. Secondly, as a person who has one many titles, I would just like to say-

"Alright, we get it Mr. Arrogant. First of all I want to set something straight, I'm not in labor. Now that we've got that out of the way, let's talk about this competition. Coach Shuester here has told us that it's not ALL about winning. Now I don't if that's true, but I do know that we want to win this! If we don't, then we're just a bunch of losers. Losers people! So get out there, and don't be losers! Please," said Quinn.

"Back to what I was saying, as someone who has one multiple titles, I would just like to say that winning is nice, but… hell, just get out there and win. I swear I'm channeling more Corcoran everyday!" exclaimed Jesse.

I winked at Jesse (damn pregnancy hormones) and he was surprised at first, but then proceeded to wriggle his eyebrows suggestively.

"Well we've got ourselves a GREAT coaching staff," mumbled Kurt.

"Everyone, put your hands in BEFORE Rachel lets Jesse have his way with her!" rallied and jibed Finn.

We chanted and then went backstage. It was time.

Quinn's POV

"Come on Jesse, we should go watch them," I urged.

"Rachel requested that I didn't watch because of all the flirting Finn's going to be sending her way. You're not going to go watch them either," said Jesse.

"Why the hell not?" I asked.

"Because Puck told me to not let you go out there. He's worried about you and thinks it will be more stressful if you watch instead of just listening from here."

"You can't stop me."

"Actually, I believe I can, Coach Quinn."

"You're lucky that Rachel loves you, or else I would punch you. But I guess I'll just have to let Rachel do that when she's this pregnant."

"You know I'm happy to have a family with Rachel and child."

"And I'm happy to have a family with Puck and Beth."

"Are you going to challenge everything I say?"

"Yes, including everything your Care Bears say."

"If you must know, I take pride in my Care Bears. Collecting them can be a masculine pursuit.

"That's almost as true as saying that Hillary and Bill Clinton love each other."

"At least you have a sense of humor."

"St. James, you putting up with me isn't nearly as hard as me putting up with you."

"Because you're such a lovable, nice girl."

"As nice and lovable as your Care Bears."

"Try all you want, buy you will never lower my self-esteem."

"Your ego is bigger that, it's bigger than, ME!" I whailed. Damn those stupid pregnancy hormones.

"I'm so FAT!" I cried.

"Quinn, you are not fat," he said, while awkwardly putting rubbing my shoulder.

"No, you're just saying that because your Care Bears told you to!"

"Shh… you're not fat, Quinn."

"I hate you."

"OK."

"I'M FAT!" I blubbered while sobbing.

"No! Quinn, you're not fat! Don't cry!"

"Yes, I am!"

"Quinn, you're PREGNANT, not fat!"

"What's the difference? Being pregnant is fashionable? Rachel's going to kill you when she's this… this… this f-f-FAT!"

"Oh great, I get two pregnant women! I mean, QUINN YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!"

"R-r-really?"

"Yes, really! Of course, I love Rachel, but Noah is a very lucky guy," he murmured in a soothing tone.

"Thanks. Maybe you're not so bad after all."

"Friends?" asked Jesse, holding his and out.

"Friends," I sighed, thinking that maybe the boy did have a sweet side.

"I have an idea on how to boost your self esteem!"

"How?" I asked.

"Do you remember how Mercedes sang Beautiful at the Cheerios assembly?"

Resisting the urge to cry at the word "Cheerio," I quietly said I did remember.

"Well, we're going to sing that song now!"

At first, it was just Jesse singing, but then his remarkably annoying attempts to get me to join in succeeded.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked after we had finished.

"Yes. But you should know that even though you're my friend, I still hate you."

"I can live with that. So, you've been around her more… how's Rachel doing?"

"Just about as well as I was when I was six weeks. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but she's been really emotional lately. Although, from my hysterical crying attack that's probably not much of a surprise. And the morning sickness has started. She's been throwing up a lot."

"Really? She hasn't told me that she's been getting sick."

"She hasn't told you a lot of things."

"Like what?"

I didn't respond.

"Quinn, is it really that bad?"

"QUINN!"

"My water just broke."

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