Disclaimer: Ava is all I own.

Author's Note: Ideas, ideas, ideas! I really need them! This one's short, sorry. ~Jackie

I found Ava curled up on Quinn's bed, crying. "Ava, sweetie!" I said, sitting down and hugging her close. She grabbed onto my shirt, which was covered in pancake batter, and sobbed into it. "I'll tell you everything right now if you want me to. I'll-" Only then did I realize I was crying too.

"No," Ava shook her head. "No, it's okay. I understand. You thought this would be a nice way to tell me a sad story…" She sniffed. "Do you have any happy parts you could tell me? That would be nice."

I gave her shoulder a squeeze. "I most certainly can,"

I was walking home from the theater after an extremely long, hard day of rehearsals. Jesse was still adamant that I couldn't do both the show and attend school, but I didn't let him stop me. Santana and I filled out our applications to Tisch and sent them in together. Now we simply waited. Well, Santana waited. I worked and dealt with Jesse's constant nagging.

So, when I was getting onto the subway that day, I got a call from Kurt. I decided a chat with him would help me relax so I picked up. Yeah, I was wrong.

"Hey Kurt," I said. "What's up?"

"Well," He replied, and I knew instantly something was up. "I have a surprise for you, Rachel."

"What?" I asked.

There was a long pause and I bit my lip as I waited for Kurt to speak. "…How much do you love me?" He said finally, accompanied by a nervous laugh.

"Kurt," I said, really worried now. "What did you do?" Honestly, I was dreading the answer.

"I didn't do a bad thing!" He assured me, talking fast. "In fact, it's good. I think it's good. I just don't know how you'll feel about it…"

"Listen to me, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" I hissed into the phone. I heard Kurt make a small, pained noise at the use of his full name. "Tell me whatever the Hell you did right this instant! You know I hate surprises!" In response, I got only static. "Kurt?" I said. "Hello?"

"Rachel?" I heard Kurt say, static cutting him off in between syllables. "Rachel, are you there?"

"I'm on the subway, you're breaking up!" I sighed into the receiver.

"...Rachel?" Kurt's voice was so warped and distorted I could barely understand him. Then, the call dropped and I heard nothing at all except for my phone's loud beeping.

God, I hated surprises.

"What was Uncle Kurt's surprise?" Ava asked. "Something good, right?"

"Yes," I said. "I was pleasantly surprised when I got home. You see, what happened was-"

I was then cut off when I heard a scream from the kitchen. I looked at Ava, who's puffy eyes were wide, and we both raced over to the kitchen.

Quinn was the source of the screaming. She sat on the counter, legs pulled up to her chest, hands over her mouth. Sam was frantically pouring water on the stove, but he had bad aim and was getting it all over Quinn's kitchen floor.

Damn pancakes.

Finally, the smoke cleared and Quinn stopped shrieking. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw Puck. "Tough break, Berry," He said.

I shrugged. "They're just pancakes,"

Quinn fanned her face. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry for that little panic attack. Last time I burnt something I nearly set the kitchen on fire." She blushed while Puck laughed, and so I decided not to ask.

Then the door opened. Brittany skipped in first, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and dressed in a T-shirt and yoga pants. Santana walked in behind her with a crabby facial expression. She kept both hands on her middle and I could see why she was so grumpy, her body was bloated and her face was a light shade of green. She surveyed the room, her brow wrinkled as she thought. "So…what did we miss?"

This is so short, I know, so give me ideas! Also, review!