Hello. This chapter is going to cover Puck and Quinn, and also be about Rachel and Jesse going to the baby doctor for a sonogram.

Quinn's POV

"No, Quinn, you can't," said Puck, and I could tell from his voice that he hadn't expected me to react this way.

"Please? Please, Puck?" I begged. I was starting to get pretty desperate.

"Sorry, but you can't, Q."

"Come on, Puck. What am I going to do all day if you and Beth leave me here while you go show her to the glee club?"

"You won't be alone."

"What are you talking about?"

"My mom is willing to take the day off. She's a teacher, Quinn, a lot of teachers skip the last day of school."

"You expect me to stay home with YOUR MOTHER?"

"She's not that bad, Quinn."

"I'd rather just stay home alone. Plus, she probably wants to say goodbye to her students one last time."

"Q, you just got out of the hospital, I'm not going to let you be all alone."

"Then take me with you and OUR daughter!"

"No. You're still pretty sick-

"Am not!"

"Are too! You need to rest, Quinn."

"Being with your mother all day is NOT relaxing, Noah Puckerman! Besides, the last day of school is only a couple of hours. There's an early release, remember? I'll be fine. I'm begging you!"

"I said no, Quinn. And someone has to be around to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself."

"Quinn-

"Believe me when I say this, Puck, if you leave the two of us home alone together, I'll probably end up back in the hospital from having a nervous breakdown!"

"You're not going to change my mind."

"Who says you can stop me, sexist?"

"In your current state, I'm stronger and faster."

"I'm still smarter than you."

"Please don't fight me on this."

"Oh, I will continue to fight you until you give in. Look Puck, today is Tuesday, the last day of school is on Friday. I'll rest today, tomorrow, and Thursday, and then I'll be perfectly fine to come with you. Your over-protectiveness is touching, but you honestly have nothing to worry about. I feel fine!"

"You feel fine?"

"Yes, I do."

"OK, then try walking across the room."

"Fine."

I got off the couch slowly, and then started to walk over to Puck. Unfortunately, I got dizzy and lost my balance a few feet away from him. He rushed forward and steadied me.

"You call that fine, Quinn?" asked Puck, who I could tell was trying to hide his concern.

"OK, so maybe I'm still sick, but I'll be fine on Friday. Please, Puck? Please?"

"Quinn," said Puck as he picked me up bridal style and laid me back down on the couch.

"I swear that if you let me go, I'll tell you immediately if something's wrong."

"Promise?"

"Yes, Puck, I promise."

"I'll let you go if one, you keep that promise, and two, you stay by me the entire time and let me have one arm around your waist."

"Why have one arm around my waist?"

"Because, you seem to be so talented in the art of walking these days."

"I'll be back to normal by Friday."

"Sure you will. Even though I'm letting you go, I still think it would be best if you rested. So, the arm around your waist will allow me to steady you and/or keep you from falling, just in case you feel weak or dizzy again."

"Fine. Thanks, Puck."

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome."

"Love you."

"I love you, too. Now please, make me happy and go back to sleep. And if you need anything let me know, because I don't want you to try walking again until at least tomorrow."

Rachel's POV

Jesse and I were in the obstetrician's waiting room, and I was freaking out. There were only two other couples there, and they didn't really care about us, so it wasn't because we were getting judged. It was because… well, I was just nervous.

"Calm down, Rach, you're starting to shake," observed Jesse.

"I'm just nervous," I said.

"Everything's going to be fine."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'm special."

"Special is one word for it."

"That was so hurtful," he chuckled, and I playfully slapped him on the shoulder.

"That's more like the Rachel I know."

"The one that hits you?"

"Well, that's part of it."

"Did you know that you can be an idiot sometimes?"

"If you really feel that way, then our baby is half-idiotic."

"I feel bad for our baby, because he or she has one very annoying father."

"It's OK though, because his or her's mom is pretty amazing."

"You can be annoying, but did you know that sometimes you're one of the nicest people I've ever met?"

"I have my moments, Rachel."

"Rachel Berry?" called a nurse.

I squeaked and Jesse just grabbed my hand, led me to the doctor's office, and said, "It's OK, Rach. Everything will be OK."

A nurse came by and started asking my questions about my general health and how I'd been feeling different because of the baby. When she was done asking me her questions, she told us that the doctor would be right by to perform the sonogram.

"You're OK, Rach. Calm down, everything's going to be all right," murmured Jesse, who was once again noticing that I was panicking.

He was right; I needed to get a hold of myself. I squeezed his hand tightly while I slowed my breathing.

"Hello there, are you Ms. Berry?" asked the doctor as she walked in the room.

"Yes," I said, trying to sound calm.

"Alright then, I see the nurse filled out your papers. You're slightly underweight for 8 weeks. I suggest that you," she said as she looked at Jesse, "makes sure that she's eating enough. It's important to eat when you're pregnant, honey. Other than that, you seem to be doing well. OK, I'm going to put the gel on your stomach. Fair warning, it's going to be a little bit cold."

"I told you that you needed to eat more, Rachel," Jesse whispered.

"I know," I whispered back, "but it's hard when I feel sick all the time."

"I know, Rachel, it isn't easy, but you have to try to eat for the baby."

"I will, but it'll be difficult. Even when I don't eat, I throw up."

"Yes, morning sickness can be a pain," said the doctor, who obviously could hear our hushed conversation, "but it's important that you try to eat. Alright, here comes the blue gel."

"Cold!" I giggled.

Jesse laughed and kissed my cheek

"You see that," said the doctor, "that is your baby."

For once, Jesse and I were both speechless.

"As you can see, the embryo (A/N: an embryo does not officially become a fetus until the 9th week of pregnancy) is very small. But if you look closely, you can see that little flicker right there. That's the heartbeat. And right there, if you can see it because it's so small, are little buds for arms and legs. I'll leave the two of you alone for a couple of minutes."

"Wow," I sniffled, just realizing that I was crying.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" added Jesse.

"Yes, it is. I mean, I've known that I've been pregnant, but it's interesting to see it. It's so… real."

"Real is a good way to describe this feeling. I love you, Rachel."

"I love you, Jesse, and I also love our baby."

"So do I."

"Can you believe it, Jess? We're having a baby."

"I do believe it," he smiled before leaning over and kissing me softly.

"Mmm."

"I know the past couple of weeks have been hard on you Rachel, but I just want to let you know that I'm so, so thankful that you've let me back in and are going through all of this."

"You're very welcome, because as I've said before, I need you."

"And I need you."

"Then it's a good thing we've found each other."

"A very good thing, because while having a baby at this age probably isn't the best thing for us to be doing, at least we have each other."

"Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend a girl could ever had?"

"I don't believe so, because you're usually telling me that I'm annoying."

"Well believe it, Jesse," I grinned and then kissed him to show him that I meant it.

Aww… St. Berry is so sweet! After the next chapter, which will cover the last day of school, time won't speed by, but it'll start going by a little faster. I don't know how many chapters the summer is going to last, but not too many, because I have things planned for when they go back to school. (Insert devilish grin here.)