Rachel's POV
"Jesse, what's your favorite musical?" I asked curiously.
"Spring Awakening," he answered without missing a beat.
"Really?"
"Yeah, is that the wrong answer or something?"
"No, it's the perfect answer! Spring Awakening is my favorite too!"
"Sometimes we're so alike it's scary, Rachel."
"True, we're like the opposite gender versions of ourselves, if that makes any sense."
"I know exactly what you mean. Maybe that's why we can almost always tell what's going on with each other."
"You're probably right, Jesse. But you know you have an edge, kind of like Melchoir."
"And you remind me of Wendla."
"That's so weird. Maybe the universe is messing with us."
"Maybe, but at least it's a good kind of messing with us. I mean, we've already been dealing with your pregnancy, Quinn's illness, and-
"NOOOOOOOO!"
"And that, I guess. Rachel, what happened?"
I didn't answer Jesse because I was preoccupied with hyperventilating. The past weeks had been so hectic that he was accustomed to my random panic attacks. Each one scared the hell out of him, but by now, he knew what to do. He put his arm around my shoulder and pressed me close to his side.
"It's OK, Rach. Just breathe. Everything's going to be alright."
"NO!"
"You need to tell me what happened, Rachel."
"TINA TOLD ARTIE!"
"What?"
"SHE TOLD ARTIE! She said that she didn't mean too, but she still TOLD ARTIE! He wasn't supposed to know, and now… UGH! What do I do? What do I do? What if he tells someone? Holy crap, WHAT IF HE TELLS FINN? Then he'll kill you and I'll have to be a single teenage mother. Plus, you'll be dead! If you're dead then who's going to keep me from killing Artie for telling Finn? And Tina- no wait, I couldn't kill Tina. But, still! I don't want to turn into a murderer! Because then I'll have to go to jail, and there aren't nice people in jail! What if the people in jail try to kill me? And if I go to jail, what the hell will happen to our baby? What if our baby gets in trouble and neither one of us are there to guide him or her? Then he or she will have to go to the guidance counselor and Ms. Pillsbury could become like her mom or something! And we all know that something's going on that will make Mr. Shuester the father! Mr. Shuester can't be the father of my baby!"
"Rachel, is there something that I should know about?" asked Daddy, who looked horrified. Obviously, he only heard the last sentence of my monologue.
"No, Daddy, it's not what you think! Don't worry! The baby is Jesse's. You walked in on the wrong time. Trust me; it's not what it sounded like."
"It better not be," grumbled Daddy as he left the room.
"Great, now Daddy thinks Mr. Shuester is a pedophile and that we had a heated sexual affair. How come you're staring at me like that, Jesse?"
"We may be almost exactly alike, but only you could take the fact that Tina told Artie that you're pregnant, and end at the conclusion that Mr. Shuester and Ms. Pillsbury will become the baby's parents."
"Don't judge me!"
"I'm not, I'm just saying, maybe you're overreacting a little bit."
"No, I'm not!"
"Look, Rach, everyone's going to find out eventually, and I doubt that Artie finding out early will lead to much, especially not the scenario that you just created."
"You're probably right. So, what should I do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I should probably address Tina."
"How mad at her are you on a scale of 1-10?"
Jesse seemed to read my mind.
"Rachel, are you trying to come up with the biggest number that you know?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"It's official then. The next time you see her, you are NOT allowed to bring your pepper spray that your dads tell you to keep for protection."
"But what if someone tries to attack you?"
"They won't, because at least one person, whether it is me, Artie, or even Quinn, for that matter, will be there to supervise."
"WHY?"
"Because, I'm not thrilled with what she did, but she doesn't deserve to die.
"I think I mentioned somewhere in my panicked monologue that I could never kill Tina."
"Fine, then she doesn't deserve serious injury, and I mean physical and emotional."
"Am I really that vicious?" I said angrily, with tears starting to form in my eyes. "You know I didn't mean it like that, Rach."
"Do I, Jesse?"
"Rachel-
"Just stop it."
"Rachel, please, just-
"No."
"I just meant-
"That I'm a bitch?"
"NO! You know that I love you, Rachel. I'm sorry, Rach, I took it a little too far. I just meant that you're really upset, understandably, but Tina's been a really good friend to you, and I don't want you two to fight too much and hurt each others feelings. You know Tina's shy and she's pretty sensitive. Do you forgive me?"
"Not yet."
"Please?" he asked, with an adorable "puppy-eyes" expression.
"That's not going to work, St. James."
"Will this?" he asked before gently kissing me.
"Kissing is my form of persuasion, Jesse."
"Aww… can't we share?"
"Fine, I forgive you, but just this once."
"Thank God, because if you stayed mad at me, then your dads would have killed me. They're a little overprotective sometimes."
"That's coming from you, Jesse."
"And your point is?"
"I think you can figure it out."
"What if I can't?"
"Then… you're as smart as I thought you were."
"Hmm, are you meaning to say that I'm overprotective?"
"No, not at all," I said sarcastically.
"But secretly, you wouldn't have it any other way, wouldn't you?"
"Keep believing that if it helps you go to sleep at night."
"Then I will."
"Dream on, Jesse, dream on."
Sorry this was so short. I have to go to sleep early tonight because I have cross country practice at 7 AM.