Once again, thank you for all the reviews and alerting. I REALLY appreciate that. Here's chapter 10! Prepare for a lot of St. Berry angst and cuteness! This chapter is going to be entirely from Jesse's POV.

Jesse's POV

"What?" I asked, thinking that she couldn't have been having the baby- not then. It was Regionals for Christ's sake!

"MY FRIGGING WATER JUST BR-OW! HOLY CRAP! KILL ME NOW!" screamed Quinn as she dug her nails into my leg. It hurt, but I knew that it was nothing in compare to what Quinn was feeling.

"OK, umm… we need to get Puck and get you into his car and to the hospital," I said.

"REALLY, SHERLOCK HOMES?"

I ignored her sarcastic comment as I debated what to do. Should I leave her to go get Puck or wait for him to come back? I knew that Quinn needed to get to the hospital quickly, but knew that I would never leave Rachel's side when she was in labor. I was torn. Luckily, New Directions came storming in, Puck first.

"I think we just showed those fools how to show choir!" he exclaimed out of excitement.

He then stopped to take in the room as the other team members filed in behind him. I heard several people gasp as he looked at Quinn and I's expressions. I imagine my face betrayed the fight to try and hide my lack of composure. Quinn's face was streaked with tears as she leaned her head back against her chair and gasped in her temporary lack of pain.

"QUINN! Are you in labor?" asked Puck frantically, even though he already knew the answer, as did the other members of New Directions. Mike picked up Quinn's "baby bag" that Puck had (thankfully) convinced her to bring to the competition. Finn picked up Puck's jacket from the floor and pulled out his keys and ran to go get the car ready. Mr. Shuester was calmly giving everyone else instructions and Rachel just stood there with a blank expression. That all took place in the few seconds it took for Quinn to bring herself to respond.

"Yes... my water broke about a minute ago!" she cried.

"I knew it! Alright, let's get you to the car!" Puck said as he scooped Quinn up. Quinn didn't protest- labor really is excruciatingly painful! Everyone followed Puck and Quinn out of the door except for Rachel and me.

We stared at each other in silence until we were sure that everyone else was out of hearing range. Rachel was adamant about keeping her pregnancy a secret for as longs as possible.

"I-I didn't want to go with them and be close… to labor," explained Rachel.

"I figured," I said as I crossed the room and walked towards her.

I put my arms around her and pulled her closer to me, trying to relax her. I didn't like how upset she appeared to be.

"Rachel, is there something else wrong besides being afraid of childbirth?"

"No," she whispered.

"I told you before, you can't lie to me, honey."

"I'm not lying."

"Yes you are, Rachel."

"No I'm not."

"Honey, you need to start talking to me more about what's going on. You need to let me help you through this. I will always be there for you, but you need to tell me when something is wrong."

Suddenly, I felt Rachel freeze. A second later she was out of my arms and running out of the room. I followed her into the bathroom and held her hair back as she emptied her stomach. After she was done, I held her for a few minutes before helping her stand up and rinse out her mouth.

When we got back to our glee club's assigned room and sat down on the couch, she leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder. I stroked her sympathetically; I knew how much Rachel hated throwing up. After a few minutes of us just lying there, I shot her a knowing look.

"What?" she asked in a defensive tone.

"This is exactly what I mean about you hiding things from me."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jesse."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't."

"Rachel."

"I have no idea what you're getting at Jesse, so you might as well explain it to me."

"I had a nice little chat with Quinn before her water broke and she mentioned how you-

"What did she tell you?" demanded Rachel, who was immediately alarmed.

"Calm down, honey."

"Tell me what she told you!"

"Rachel, please calm down or you're going to get sick again!"

"I'm fine."

"Of course you're fine! It's not like you just threw up!"

"Ugh. I'm waiting Jesse."

"First of all, Quinn told me that you've been throwing up A LOT lately. Why didn't you tell me about that? At least let me be there to help you! You don't have to go through this alone," I pleaded.

"I didn't tell you because you worry too much. It's not that big of a deal."

"I disagree."

"What else did she tell you?"

"That you've been crying a lot. I know that you're pregnant, but she alluded to the fact that you're really upset about something. Please tell me why you're so upset! If something is wrong you really have to tell me Rachel. How are we going to get through this if every time something is wrong, you don't tell me?"

"And she didn't tell you why I'm so upset?"

"Nope. But you just admitted to me that you are displeased."

"Darn, you really got me there, Jesse!"

"Rach, I'm begging you. Just please, please tell me what's wrong."

Rachel took a minute to deliberate. She seemed extremely hesitant to open up, which made me grow more and more worried. I saw her blink back tears; she was instantly in my arms again.

"Rachel? I love you. Please tell me what's bothering you."

Once again, she hesitated. But that time, she ended up finally telling me why she was so upset.

"What's bothering me? Jesse, I'm pregnant! And I'm only 16! How do you think that's going to change the rest of my life? I'll never end up being a star or being on Broadway. Hell, I'm never even going to get out of Lima, Ohio! Half of the glee club already hates me because I'm so annoying and conceited, how do you think they're going to react when they find out that I'm pregnant? They supported Quinn because she actually is nice on the inside. I'm just me! And nobody likes or loves me! You can forget about my dads supporting me. The other day they were talking about how they were so proud of me for being a good little girl and how they knew I would never turn out to be like Quinn Fabray. Plus, I'm constantly throwing up and crying. You and my few friends are probably the only good things in my life right now, and how do I know that you're not going to leave me, Jesse? Let's face it, my life is horrible!" cried Rachel. Over the course of her speech, she went from shedding a few tears to hysterically crying.

I was having trouble not crying myself. The person that I loved so much that I would do anything for her was sobbing, extremely depressed, and losing hope by the second.

"Rachel," I began as tilted her head up towards me, "I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I'm never going to leave you. And it's not because you're pregnant. I could never leave you. It hurts to be away from you. You are my life honey. I know that you being pregnant is going to change everything, but believe me, it's all going to be OK. I will always do my best to keep my happy, and if our fellow glee club members and... other people don't support you, then they don't support you. No matter what anybody says, you are not a slut and not a bad person. Quinn, Tina, Puck, and I all care about you SO much; how could you ever be a bad person? Please don't lose hope, honey. I promise that no matter what happens, I will always love you and be holding your hand."

"Jesse?" asked Rachel.

"Yes?"

"I love you. I'm sorry that I haven't been talking to you enough about everything that's happening. I was just depressed and afraid, and trying not to worry you."

"It's OK, just please, communicate with me from now on."

"I will. And I now know that you will always be by my side, though I already should have known that. I'll always be happy as long as I have you and Quinn, and Noah and Tina helping out."

"Then you better prepare to be happy all the time," I joked.

I was extremely relieved to hear her laugh.

"Thanks, I'll be prepared."

"Things will happen, Rachel, and you can't always be happy. But the next time you aren't OK-

"You'll be the first one to know. Well, maybe Quinn or Tina. But I promise to tell you as soon as I can."

"That's good to hear."

"Now it's your time to talk."

"About what?"

"You promised me that after Regionals you would talk to me about your parents and your life at home."

"Damn it. I guess I really do have to tell you. If I didn't, I'd be breaking a promise and being a hypocrite after our conversation about communication."

"Come on Jess, talk to me," she pleaded.

"Rachel…"

"You can tell me. I love you, and I'm here for you."

"Well, my parents had me about a year after they got married. I guess I should probably tell you that my parents only got married because they both were extremely rich and wanted to grow their wealth. They…"

Rachel grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly in support.

"It's OK, Jesse," she cooed and then kissed my cheek.

"They never loved me," I continued, "And that's why they're never there. They're always off in Bali or wherever. Half of the time the phone number they give me for contacting them is fake. They hate me. They hate that I changed their perfect lives so radically. When they found out that I could sing, they forced me to try out for Vocal Adrenaline. My parents love how they can bask in the titles I won and all the praise all the other parents give them on how well they've raised me. You and child are really my only family, Rachel."

"Jesse… I'm sorry."

"No, it's OK, Rachel. It feels good to be able to talk to you about that. Besides, as long as I have you, I'll never be alone."

"Then prepare to never be alone. And when I'm temporarily not with you, I'm sure Quinn, your best friend, will be there for you, too."

"She'll be there to tell me just how much she hates you," I chuckled.

"She doesn't hate you!"

"I know, she just likes to say that she does. She's lucky that she found a guy like Puck. He's someone who truly loves her and all her ferociousness."

"Speak of the devil!" chirped Rachel, as she picked up the phone.

Rachel talked on the phone excitedly for a few minutes.

"Jesse! That was Mercedes! She stepped outside and took Quinn's phone from her bag to call us. Baby Beth has arrived! Let's go see her!"

And with that, Rachel pulled me up off the couch and to her car.

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