Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this particular storyline, the newly introduced characters and the computer I wrote it on.
This is a rewrite of my story 'Changing Directions' with some minor and major changes here and there.
It always annoyed me as hell that the relationship between Rachel and Noah never got the chance to develop into more than that one week. Growing up Jewish in a small town should have meant that they grew up closer than the show made us believe they did. The relationship between Rachel and Shelby also should been explored more than the way it did.
Warning: There are some characters made gay or straight while the person portraying the character is not in real life. If you don't like it, don't read the story. Don't give me hateful reviews if you still decide to read.
Special thanx to my beta jenmer61977, who has some amazing stories of her, for helping me getting this story get along.
Arthor's Note: I don't condone the things Mark Salling allegedly did in any way. Even though nobody will admit it now, but we all loved his character, Noah Puckerman.
Looking at Brody lying fast asleep next to her, Rachel thinks to herself that they really need to remodel the loft so that all of the stray's she's been taking in lately have at least their own bed to sleep in. While Santana just claimed herself as their new roommate and the couch as her bed. Brody just had to mention he didn't have anywhere to go, and Rachel offered he'd come to stay with her and Kurt without thinking. No matter what her roommates might think, Brody isn't her boyfriend, nor is she having sex with him. So tomorrow she will have Brody take the couch and have Santana sleep in her bed with her.
Before coming to the previous conclusion, she had startled awake with the feeling she was missing something so after her thoughts on remodeling and shuffling roommates around, she decided to check her daily planner to see if she could figure out what she missed. After searching through the last few weeks, she sees the little mark in the calendar the month before. Slightly panicking she flips back and forth between the weeks again. 'Oh no,' she thinks to herself.
Needing to know she gets out of bed, gets dressed and leaves the apartment to go to the 24/7 convenient store around the corner hoping they sold the object she needed so she wouldn't have to go to the 24-hour drugstore 2 blocks away. Luckily for her the convenient store has what she needs, and she grabs 4 of them just to be sure.
Back in the apartment she makes sure Santana is still asleep. Proud of her silence she tiptoes to the bathroom. She sighs as she follows the instructions. She sits on the edge of the tub with her head in her hands, her mind whirling with the 'what ifs' and after the 5 minute wait she slowly walks up to the bathroom sink. Seeing the results she was afraid of she slowly sinks onto the cold tiles and begins to cry softly but it quickly changes into uncontrollable sobs.
Woken up by a sound she couldn't place Santana opens her eyes. Her mind still a little foggy from sleep she waits to hear the sound again but hears nothing. A little while later she hears the door slide open and someone coming into the apartment. She slightly lifts up her head and recognizes the silhouette and footsteps of Rachel. 'I thought she went to bed early? What the fuck was she thinking going out by herself at 3 AM?'
As Rachel slips into the bathroom Santana gets out of bed and walks towards the bathroom door to find out what Rachel's up to. After several minutes she hears Rachel starting to cry. Santana questions herself a few seconds whether to go in or not. Hearing the small cries turn into uncontrollable sobs she decides to go in.
"What the hell is wrong wi-" Santana begins as she opens the door. But halfway through the sentence she sees the little white sticks laying on the sink.
"Oh no, nonono." Santana says, rushing over to the almost hyperventilating girl and embraces her. "Berry, please tell me they are negative," Santana whispers.
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