Jesse's POV

"Rachel, I'm having trouble believing that you're OK, considering that you're crying right now," I said worriedly as I sat down next to Rachel and put my arm around her shoulders.

"J-just give me a m-minute," Rachel sobbed.

Sighing I turned to Tina, who was standing all the way across the room, looking uncomfortable. "How long has she been like this, Tina?" I asked.

"About twenty minutes. I texted Quinn for help about fifteen minutes ago," she whispered.

"I'm OK, now," said Rachel.

"No, you're not! You're still crying, and even if you weren't, you still wouldn't be OK!"

"I'm-

"Rachel Berry, if you say fine, that is just going to draw this out longer. I'm not leaving your side until you tell me what's wrong and a long while after that! Just please, tell me why you you're crying," I reasoned.

Rachel's response was in the form of more tears and burying her head against my shoulders.

"I'm here, Rachel, you're going to be OK," I whispered, trying to soothe her.

"Shh… just breathe, honey," I continued.

"Did you have a nightmare, Rachel?" asked Tina, "Because before you started crying, you woke up gasping."

"Rach, is Tina right?" I asked.

Rachel started crying even harder, and I frantically tried to comfort her and calm her down. I kept telling her that everything was going to be OK, but I couldn't get her to stop crying.

"I'd take that as a yes," suggested Tina.

"Rach, what was your dream about?" I asked.

Once again, I got no answer. To my relief, Rachel's crying started to slow down and then come to a stop. She seemed to be tired out by all her crying; she lay down across my lap and her eyes started to close.

"Go back to sleep, Rachel. But we're going to talk about this in the morning," I whispered as I bent down and kissed her forehead.

She nodded her head in agreement and then slipped into a deep sleep. She looked peaceful as she breathed in and out as she slept.

"Wow," said Tina quietly, trying not wake up Rachel.

"Wow is one word for it," I chuckled softly.

"She'll be OK," Tina said timidly.

"I know," I said defensively.

"No you don't, your forehead is creased and you look really worried. She'll be fine in the morning."

"You can't know that."

"True, but I think we both know that this has at least a little bit to do with pregnancy hormones. So, I'm pretty convinced she'll be fine a couple hours from now."

"You're probably right. It's just hard not to worry about her."

"I can sympathize. I worry about Artie all time. I know I'm not supposed to because people with disabilities deserve to be treated just the same as the rest of us, but I still can't help but be concerned about him."

"I guess you know how it feels, but even before she became pregnant I was very protective of her. Does that make me a sexist?"

"I don't think it makes you sexist. You allow her to have freedom and you don't worry about her because she's a female. I'd say that you're just the kind of person who worries. Unless, that is, you're afraid of losing her because of something that once happened and/or is happening to you."

"Tina?"

"Yes?"

"Do you take Psychology at school?"

"No, but Artie always says that I'm good at reading people."

"Artie sure is right, then."

"Do you want me to tell you some things I picked up on from Rachel? They're not big things, so it wouldn't be like you were violating her privacy if I told you."

"Sure."

"Well, first of all, I think she's worrying about you almost as much as you're worrying about her, which is saying a lot."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because you worry A LOT, Jamesy."

"No, I was talking about the she worries about me a lot part. And Jamesy? Really?"

"Sorry, it got stuck in my head because Quinn refers to you as Jamesy a lot. I think that because her face changes when someone says your name. I can tell that she loves you, so don't worry about her hooking back up with Finn. Her face, it's loving and worried at the same time. Plus, when we talked about Finn umm… hitting you, she tensed up. And finally because you saw how quickly she tried to get together when you first came. She doesn't want to worry you."

"Do Beth a favor and become a psychologist. Any child of Quinn and Puck is going to need some good, professional help at some time in life."

"Hey! I'm going to tell her that you said that, and I personally think that they'll make great parents! And you're not exactly one to judge."

"True, I've got a baby on the way myself and I only just turned 18."

"Tsk, tsk, I'm going to have to be a psychologist and a sex ed teacher if Beth and your child are going to lead happy lives without teenage pregnancy."

"Ehh, I can't really see you as a sex ed teacher."

"Fine, then I'll be a psychologist and Artie will be a sex ed teacher!"

"Artie? A sex ed teacher? Wouldn't that be kind of-

"Never mind! We are not going to talk about that!"

"Shh! You're going to wake up Rachel!"

"Sorry! We should both try to get some rest, anyways. Good night, Jamesy."

"Good night, Dr. Tina."

Rachel's POV

"Good morning, Tina! Good morning, Jesse! Wait, Jesse? Why are you here?"

"Don't you remember? I came because-

"Now I remember. So…"

"I believe we have something to talk about, Rachel," Jesse murmured.

"About that…

"You're not getting out of this, Rachel," said Jesse.

"Literally, you're not getting out of this. Tina's guarding the door," he continued.

"Tina!" I moaned.

"It's for your own good, Rachel," she laughed.

"So, why don't you tell me about your dream, Love?"

"Umm… I'd rather not," I groaned.

"Why not? I love you."

"I love you, too. It's just, I'm afraid that if I talk about it I'll start crying again and then you'll start laughing at the weird, hormone induced parts."

"I promise not to laugh, and it's OK if you cry again. I'm here."

"Fine… umm so the dream started out with me sitting on the couch and watching the Ellen Show. Then my dads walked in, except they were octopuses, but they still were my dads and-

"Octopuses?" asked Tina.

"Yes, octopuses! It was scary, OK? One was bright pink and the other was a dark magenta color. Not to be racist, but I think the magenta one was my black daddy. Anyways, they said that they had to ask me a question and I said that they could. Then they asked if I was pregnant, and I said yes. All of the sudden they grew in size and became huge and started yelling at me for being such a disappointment and said that I disgraced their name and I was crying. And then they ate me and that's when I woke up," I explained, trying not to sound insane. I studied their faces. The corner of Tina's mouth was twitching as she was trying not to smile, and Jesse's was worried. A few seconds later, they were both hugging me.

"Rachel, it's going to be OK! We'll protect you from gigantic octopuses!" said Tina.

"Oh Rachel. I thought I told you not to worry so much. Every thing is going to be OK. Your dads will still love you, and I'm pretty sure that they're not going to eat you. However, I think it's about time you told them. I don't want you to keep having dreams like that. Has that been happening a lot lately?" said Jesse.

"Maybe," I said, trying (and failing) to keep Jesse from finding out the truth.

"Rach, I thought we discussed this. You need to tell me when things like this happen."

"I'm sorry. I just thought you'd laugh at me."

"You should know better than that, Rach."

"And you should've known better than to impregnate me."

"Touché."

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