Hello again! Sorry to keep you waiting, but after all, I am evil. This chapter will focus of Jesse and Rachel, and the next chapter will focus on Puck, Quinn, Tina, and Artie.

Rachel's POV

I sat down next to Jesse on the couch as I held Beth in my arms. Puck had insisted on staying by Quinn's hospital bed the entire time she was there, and anywhere Puck went, Mrs. Puckerman followed. Thus, Jesse and I were in charge of Beth while Quinn was in the hospital. (Due to Beth's age and my condition, Beth and I were not supposed to be around a seriously ill person unless they were proven to not be contagious.)

"So, lovely weather we're having," I chuckled.

"Yes, this thunderstorm is icing on the wonderful cake that is today," mumbled Jesse.

"Hypocrite!" I accused.

"How?"

"You told me not to worry because it's not good for me, and you're worrying, which one, is hypocritical, and two, makes me worry!"

"Well, it's kind of hard not to worry because Beth looks exactly like Quinn, just with Puck's ears."

"Noah's ears?"

"Yes."

"I don't see- oh! Those are his ears!"

Jesse nodded and we slipped into another awkward silence. I guess we just didn't know how to react to everything that was going on. You can never truly prepare yourself for those kinds of things. Suddenly, my phone rang.

"Is it Puck?" asked Jesse nervously.

I checked the caller ID and replied, "No, it's my dad."

"Hello?"

"Hi, Rachel."

"Hey Dad."

"Any news on Quinn?"

"No. Puck just told us that Quinn was sick and going to the hospital, and that we needed to pick up Beth."

"OK. I'm sure she'll be fine, honey."

"I hope so."

"How's Jesse?"

"More worried than he'd like to admit."

"Hey!" protested Jesse, who was now holding Beth.

"And how's Beth?" asked my dad.

"Fine, she's been sleeping almost the whole time."

"Well, taking care of her is good practice for when-

"Please, Dad, don't go there. I'm not even eight weeks yet."

"You will be tomorrow."

"Yes, but today is not tomorrow!"

"Oh, really?" laughed Jesse.

"Hold on a second, Dad, I'll be right back to you in a moment."

I turned to face Jesse and I glared at him.

"Fine, I'll shut up."

"Speak again while I'm on the phone with my father, and I'll smack you," I growled.

"Violence is not the answer."

"Violence is not the answer, it is a question, and the answer is always yes!"

"I thought you were anti-war."

"I'm anti-war when it comes to civilians and other countries, not when it comes to my annoyingly sarcastic boyfriend!"

"Hey, you know you think my sarcasm is sexy."

"No, I certainly do not, Jesse."

"You are pregnant."

"JESSE!"

"Shutting up."

"Dad, I'm back," I said, attempting to not sound like I wanted to kill someone, specifically Jesse.

"As I was saying, you'll be eight weeks as of tomorrow, so maybe it's time to start thinking about those things," reasoned my dad.

"Save it for the second trimester!" I shrieked.

Jesse laughed and I turned towards him with my hand raised, ready to smack him.

"Please don't. I'm sorry, Rachel," begged Jesse.

"Fine. You have one more chance, Jesse, one more," I sighed.

"Jesse? Is he giving you a hard time?" asked my dad. I realized that I didn't put down the phone that time to talk to Jesse.

"No, we're just arguing over something stupid," I covered up. The last thing I needed was for Dad to attack Jesse.

"Really, because I can get my gun."

"You have a gun?"

"HE HAS A GUN?" screamed Jesse. I smacked him as hard as I possibly could.

"OWW!" he yelled again.

"Rachel? What is going on over there? Is everything OK?" asked Dad worriedly.

"Everything is fine, but I have to go. Bye Dad!" I chirped and ended the call before he could protest.

"Wow," smirked Jesse.

"Wow? You are such an idiot sometimes. I swear, sometimes you have the intelligence of Finn!"

"Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"That was very hurtful."

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. Hormones really weren't making the Quinn-in-the-hospital situation any better.

"No! I was being sarcastic, Rach. I didn't mean it!"

"I know."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know!"

"OK, then," he sighed as he passed over Beth so he could wrap his arms around me and her. And we stayed like that for hours.

And that's chapter 20. I promise that next chapter will fill you in on Quinn's condition. I was evil again in this chapter by only revealing that she was sick and not injured. Bye!